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.
Cerebus returns to his throne, tosses the heavy mitre into a corner, and opens a new bottle. Cerebus v08.cbz
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. The crowd, who actually likes wine and food,
Cerebus sighs, wipes wine from his nose, and pulls out his dagger. "They are hurting revenue, aren't they?" Cerebus, the aardvark, finds himself—through a series of
Cerebus goes to the temple steps. Thousands of pilgrims are silent, looking grim. The leader of the Silent Brothers approaches, holding a staff.
Cerebus looks at the massive crowd, then at the bustling, profitable market across the street. He grins—that familiar, malicious, tiny-toothed grin.
The city is in chaos. A new religious faction, "The Silent Brothers," is preaching that the Supreme Creator actually hates everyone and that the only way to salvation is to stop eating and give all their belongings to the temple treasury.