Seeker of Thrones 9-108 (MAMMON)
Chapter: 9
“[O]utside the ordered universe [is] that amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity—the boundless daemon sultan […], whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes.”
a big dog 😮
find god in the lowest of beasts
D-O-G = G-O-D
play god with dog, and dog with god
…the grey, the fading above the eyes. The fixation on an order devoted to keeping tally for him…
Has Mammon gotten so old (possibly blind? look at those eyes) that he’s having memory issues? A dragon incapable of keeping track of his own hoard? Oh, that’s… cruel. Really cruel.
At this point, Allison would just be performing a mercy kill.
All the Demiurges have grown old, and have gone to great lengths to disguise that fact (at least, those yet sane enough to do so). For is it not said that Time is the greatest conqueror of all, for all falls under its dominion and before its blade?
…Time is a mighty adversary indeed, but it’s still no match for the truly determined. Though the charts involved in repeated travel have a tendency to drive people quite mad.
I wonder if Mammon, unable to see his wealth, has crafted a whole religion around chanting the number of his wealth to him, so he doesn’t forget. The idea of a blind hoarder who can’t see his treasure is a tragic one however, I agree with you there
The Tower rises high.
The Tower sees all.
The Tower cannot be breached from without.
The Tower cannot be breached from within.
Yet a tower built upon a foundation of clay will topple and slowly drown into a mire of mud once the skys open up and the long awaited rains cleanse and wash away all that is.
But the Tower grew Heavy
The Tower became Strained
The Tower began to breach Itself
The Tower Cracked beneath Itself.
Janice stopped the count in the counting line.
Who me?
Yes you.
Couldn’t be.
Then who?
Allison stopped the count in the counting line!
terrifying. incredible.
Cod, Cornwall, Horn
From Lorien to Tepes.
The Darker, the more powerful.
AGGROED
A breaking of normality is the worst kind of horror.
There is nothing in this life as sweet to those who want more, as is knowing that they are getting it. Not even the more itself can surpass the sublime beauty of receiving it.
Now hold the knowledge from one who has grown addicted to it over ten thousand lifetimes and see how they writhe and scream.
Wouldn’t pencil and paper stop such things from happening? I know several fonts capable of easily being written by beings without arms…
So many keys adorned around his neck, and greater ones in his brow.
Regardless, only a single key need be used to defeat him. Such redundancy.
I expected the Grand Dragon to be more bulky than this emancipated self.
IA!
Emancipated from his emaciation, this dweller of the deep is not.
IA! IA!
mammon looks… sad. stressed, even. like a business owner that’s afraid to end the month at a debt. not exactly the dragon i was expecting, but maybe that’s just my viewpoint
My guess is, all of the Demiurges will turn out to be pretty miserable when we see them up close.
Agreed. They have grasped what they wanted, but lost what they needed, and forgotten it in their joys, until those became their sorrows.
Then you must have trouble conceiving the kinds of debts that Gods may accrue, and what sort of interest they might come to owe.
It matters not. If even YI-SUN the Unrepentant Liar could grow old and die, then it stands to reason the Pretenders who think themselves immortal would grow a debt not even gods seem to be able to pay.
Aye, and what kind of loan one must take out to purchase ones godhood.
The bill comes due.
Alice collects.
I profit.
Maybe writing the count down would solve such problems…I know several fonts that can be written by beings without hands/thumbs/arms/bodies. They can be quite useful
The bigger they are, the more that they bleed
“Monstrous size has no intrinsic merit…unless inordinate exsanguination be considered a virtue.”
Reminds me of Luther Strode vs The Gardener.
The deeper the scars that won’t heal.
Prodigious size alone does not dissuade the sharpened blade.
1 IA! IA! The Count!
2 Grinds all worries into dust
3 Ends Gluttony, banishes Lust
4 Cuts short Sloth and Envy’s path
5 Shatters Pride and butchers Wrath
6 The Count, The Dragon, The Tower lead
7 To Immortal and Absolute Greed.
Hail Mammon, Greatest of Dragons!
Hail Mammon, who Counts the Stars!
Hail Mammon, who Measures!
Hail Mammon, who Knows Worth!
Hail Mammon, Dragon of Cash!
Hail Mammon, the Gentle Conqueror. Hail Mammon, in whose heart the wheels of Capitalism grind ever onwards. Hail Mammon, the Invisible Hand. Hail Mammon, delight in His grandeur and mourn! Mourn for the lost fortunes of a billion worlds across a hundred thousand Universes! Mourn for your hope, which he has already bought and sold! Mourn for Mammon, who will never count high enough.
Hail Mammon, the Unassailable Tower, the One, the Only, First and Last of his Name, God of Wealth, Grandest of Dragons.
Mammon whose mind is pure machinery! Mammon whose blood is running money! Mammon whose fingers are
ten armies! Mammon whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Mammon whose ear is a smoking tomb!
Mammon whose love is endless oil and stone! Mammon whose soul is electricity and banks! Mammon whose
poverty is the specter of genius! Mammon whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Mammon whose
name is the I!
We shall break our backs lifting Mammon to Heaven!
Is it just me or does Mammon seem distressed/upset, not angry?
Is that the ark of the covenant on his back?
Why not open it up and see?
Afraid you are not worthy?
Comrade, L.V.M.F.C, me thinks you strike close towards the truth of the Dragon. Consider, Mammon strides through uncountable miles of gold, yet he wears over a hundred keys ! Keys for more hidden vaults containing the rarest masterpieces, treasures, artifacts looted from hundreds of worlds which he will not leave in the open. So WHAT carries he upon his back ? THE MOST PRECIOUS ! That which he treasures ABOVE ALL ELSE – he carries those UPON and perhaps – WITHIN his person.
“IA ! PRAISE THE LIMITLESS GREED OF THE GRAND DRAGON !
SEEKER OF INFINITE WEALTH ! MASTER OF OBSESSION !”
Perhaps the Fortress of Yre is not only infinite, but recursive as well? Could it not be that the dragon carries his vault upon his own back?
The treasure most precious it carries on its back. The burden most great. the remains of his family entombed in honor. The place of remembrance.
Oops. Not good.
Mammon.
Who’s wealth is so vast it has become priceless, and therefore worthless.
Who’s ambition became so vast that it became hollow, turned inward to the count.
Who’s strength languishes within an impregnable vault, locked away like an animal.
Self-inflicted purgatory. Repeating the pointless cycle over and over.
What a waste. Tear out his Key and leave his corpse to rot.
Can we get a full version, possibly without the speech bubbles? This comic blows muy damned mind.
*Now* you’ve done it, Allison.
Kudos to whichever unnamed wretch managed to plant a blade in the Dragon God’s left forearm. But what looks to be the *hilt*.
“Some people don’t think the art of cutting is hard enough to learn already, and wish to challenge themselves further by doing it all backwards.”
-Unalesh the Fool, also sometimes known as Unalesh the Wise
The One who is going to slay you