A frantic priest rushes in. "Your Holiness! The Silent Brothers are outside! They say you are a false prophet because you enjoy, well, everything!"
The Leader speaks: "Aardvark! Renounce the flesh! Embrace the void!"
Cerebus returns to his throne, tosses the heavy mitre into a corner, and opens a new bottle. Cerebus v08.cbz
Cerebus sighs, wipes wine from his nose, and pulls out his dagger. "They are hurting revenue, aren't they?"
A close-up of Cerebus looking at the reader. "Priest, king, pope... it's all the same. People just want someone to tell them it's okay to be stupid." g., Cirin, Jaka)? A more surreal, philosophical angle ? A different setting (e.g., in the middle of a war)? A frantic priest rushes in
Cerebus, the aardvark, finds himself—through a series of unfortunate, drunken, and entirely selfish decisions—appointed as the High Priest of the massive, labyrinthine temple of the Supreme Creator. He doesn't believe in the Creator. He believes in money, wine, and being left alone.
"Cerebus has an announcement," Cerebus shouts, his voice echoing. "The Supreme Creator says... that the Silent Brothers are bad for business. Also, they are all banned from the tavern." They say you are a false prophet because
The crowd, who actually likes wine and food, erupts into cheers. They swarm the Silent Brothers, not to kill them, but to drag them off to the tavern to force-feed them.