Seeker of Thrones 9-110
Chapter: 9
“Fear the heart that is covered by the cloth.”
– Saying of the Belligerent Knights
Kill Six Billion Demons
BREAKER OF INFINITIES
“Fear the heart that is covered by the cloth.”
– Saying of the Belligerent Knights
Now I’m really wondering how the encounter with Yabalchaoth went down
Perhaps the true reason Miss Cio “can’t remember” any of it was because this is truly the part she feels most guilty about. (And because, of course, the true course of events coming to light would greatly diminish her apparent accomplishment.)
We don’t know how long ago that was, though.
Ooooooor this is the true Dragon’s body double. (animatronic, or an unslain sibling? only time will tell…)
that lady is Bad News
Wow.
Congratulations, Al-YIS-UN. You’ve discovered the multiverse’s greatest pity party. Although I would move soon, it sounds like that priest wants to kill you.
more like grand DRAMON am i right
you know
because of all the drama
Gotta love that dramatic lighting.
Anyway. Too big for a sword through his throat, OK. Has anyone tried sticking it anywhere else? Say, the brain?
Right?
I mean, there’s a glowing hole RIGHT in his forehead!
> Has anyone tried sticking it anywhere else? Say, the brain?
Multiple times, as you can tell.
As bearer of the word Tower, I’d be surprised if Mammon’s skull wasn’t a fortress in and of itself, even if the treasure within has begun to decay.
Also, isn’t that the one who sicced all them murderpriests on Allison & co? I say DON’T trust her.
she’s just trying to protect grampa dragon from the murderous band of demons.
ROYALITY abhors boredom. One who has surrendered to boredom is no king.
Behold, the Gift of Aesma.
Unto us her children was granted the ultimate blessing: that we should never live long enough to know true boredom.
A Key of Kings is a heavy burden. MAMMON has not borne his well.
A flagstone broken by a falling feather.
There is beauty here
A Journey! A Tourney!
The Count! The Lout!
The Dragon! A Flagon!
A King! Nothing!
Such is Madness! Such is Salvation!
At the Tower’s foundation, there is no stone, there is only the calcified flesh of its architect’s heart.
Ia. Ia.
The Dark Souls intensifies.
Purple Sister Friede is go.
The true Kill Six Billion Demons starts here.
No fucking way
Bloody hell. He’s turned good! So I was right. It’s not that his entire mind has rotted away, but (mostly) only the bad parts that were driving him to be a demiurge in the first place.
So this puts an entirely different light on things. Does he even know Zac is in his vault? If he does, why is he keeping him there?
I think it’s more that he just got tired and full of regrets. He doesn’t seem senile, he’s just very old.
I doubt he knows Zac is a prisoner. I’m sure his priests told him Zac was just another peon.
Just as I am certain the priests are the ones still collecting money in Mammon’s name, even though he doesn’t care for it at all.
Less “good”, more “too old for this shit”.
Hah.
You take something that matters from the Dragon, and you will see how good he remains. Senile, yes. Weepy, yes. A sad and broken thing, yes.
Consider a child’s rage with a god’s will behind it.
What the hell
Hah! Foolish little priestess…priest… whatever.
You couldn’t even BEGIN to comprehend the amount of things Allison has misunderstood for something else.
Even he who has all the riches in the multiverse still longs for something he cannot have.
Ironic. The humans who became kings became monsters, yet the monster became human. Truly, reality is strange and paradoxical place.
How delightful it is.
Servants are not born with Ambition, nor Greed. Humans are. The Servant stayed a Servant, and the Humans stayed Human. It is no wonder that they became “monsters”, for that is what they were all along.
Wait, what if being a pathetic sad-sack actually IS Mammon’s power? That he can guilt you into doing his bidding for him?
Oh by the rotting gods, I know he’s a monster, but I just want to give him a HUG!
You and all the other co-dependent fools. All you slayers-turned-servants enable this pity party to continue. Feels bad to hurt “grandpa” doesn’t it:
“Facing the truth would break his break his heart.” “He can’t help what he used to be, bless-his-soul.” “Look at those tears!” “Let the poor thing be.”
For thousands of years you have kept the tower of Mammon polished and bright.
A healer without a heart? I might as well serve a king without a coin to his name. Mammon is a sad and withered old man—a borderline invalid whose mind no longer serves its master. To fault him his weakness is to fault a shrew’s weak flight.
But more importantly, to fault one for expressing grief? That is a crime worthy of mourning.
Oh, please. Do you truly believe the vast mechanisms of Mammon’s bank operate under the dragon’s oversight, or that the countless clerks beyond this bank genuinely believe in Mammon’s name?
No, like many wealthy religious organizations, they have long detached themselves from their god. The dragon could be dead, and his bank would carry on without issue.
Allow these people their pity and empathy.
Not sure if genuine devotion, pity, or stockholm syndrome.
000001 is on the ground floor here.
With Mammon whining about his regrets for all the heads he stepped on, she’s running the Grand Dragon Bank, now.
This one has long thought this.
Slay the dragon? Sorry, her mistake. She meant friend the dragon. THIS IS AN INTERVENTION YA NERD. You’ve been cooped up in here in infinite OCD for too long! Time to go outside and learn to live again! Seriously. And you lot of enablers aren’t helping, who are you to look down on her.
Grandpa Dragon is too cool. He must never die.
And thus it was, that Diem joined the legions of warrior saints guarding Grandpa Mammon. Another defender, added to the hoard.
Out of kindess. And sadness.
Truly this mighty dragon is one of the most human of beings we have seen thus far.
A dragon so great, he has made a cult of his would-be slayers. How grand he is!
AL-YIS-UN, grant him the death he deserves.
Truly, truly, if one would acquire the greatest treasure, one must hoard not silver or gold, but the hearts of foolish mortals.