Cerebus V08.cbz <TRUSTED · 2026>

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.

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)?

Cerebus sighs, wipes wine from his nose, and pulls out his dagger. "They are hurting revenue, aren't they?" Cerebus v08.cbz

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 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. The crowd, who actually likes wine and food,

Cerebus returns to his throne, tosses the heavy mitre into a corner, and opens a new bottle.

Cerebus looks at the massive crowd, then at the bustling, profitable market across the street. He grins—that familiar, malicious, tiny-toothed grin. "Priest, king, pope

Cerebus, wearing a ridiculously oversized mitre (hat) that keeps falling over his eyes, sits on a throne of solid gold, sipping wine.