Makes me think of Michael Ploog’s graphic novel version of Frank L. Baum’s The life and Adventures of Santa Clause. A very exiting read that my daughter enjoyed and now I read to my grandkids. Out of print now but I just checked eBay and they still have a couple. I highly recommend it.
The world had grown dark, a shadow cast not by the celestial heavens, but by the deeds of men whose thirst for power knew no bounds. The cries of the oppressed pierced the air like daggers, but those who held dominion heard only their own voices, echoing endlessly in chambers of gold and corruption. Their words were law, their whims the chains that bound nations, and their hearts as cold as winter’s cruelest gale.
From the depths of an ancient abyss, a stirring began—a force long forgotten, dormant through the ages, awakened by the stench of tyranny and despair. It was Krampus, the warden of wrath, the reckoner of sins too great for mortal judgment. His arrival was not heralded by fanfare, but by a silence so profound it stifled the very air.
Emerging from the shadows, his eyes burned like twin infernos, his form grotesque yet majestic, an embodiment of fury wrought from centuries of injustice. He moved with purpose, his hooves striking the earth like the tolling of doom’s final bell.
In every land he visited, the tyrants trembled. Their fortresses of steel and lies crumbled before him. They had built monuments to themselves, thinking their power eternal, but Krampus tore through their gilded halls with the ferocity of a tempest. One by one, he seized them—those who silenced dissent with blood, who sowed division with deceit, who ruled through fear and pain. Their cries echoed in the night as they were dragged into the abyss, their golden crowns tarnished, their names erased.
The people watched, their fear mingling with a strange, forbidden hope. For as monstrous as Krampus appeared, his fury was righteous, his judgment just. In his wake, the earth seemed to breathe again, the chains of oppression broken, if only for a moment.
And yet, the beast was not sated. The sins of the powerful are many, and his work is far from done. He moves still, a harbinger of terror for the wicked and a grim reminder to all: no throne is safe when justice rises from the depths.
aaronacademy2012 about 23 hours ago
This is getting pretty deep…
Ida No about 22 hours ago
Yup, snow demons. Right on schedule. Those guys are so… predictable.
Space_Owl on GoComics about 21 hours ago
Giving the same energy as “Everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked”
Ellis97 about 18 hours ago
Snow demons? That looks more like a yeti.
diskus Premium Member about 17 hours ago
Wow
NRHAWK Premium Member about 16 hours ago
Makes me think of Michael Ploog’s graphic novel version of Frank L. Baum’s The life and Adventures of Santa Clause. A very exiting read that my daughter enjoyed and now I read to my grandkids. Out of print now but I just checked eBay and they still have a couple. I highly recommend it.
christelisbetty about 15 hours ago
They failed to maintain their snow plows ?
cellodude1990 about 15 hours ago
This is basically the prequel plot to “Red One.”
Can't Sleep about 15 hours ago
Been there, done that. Darned snow demons.
Crandlemire about 15 hours ago
The world had grown dark, a shadow cast not by the celestial heavens, but by the deeds of men whose thirst for power knew no bounds. The cries of the oppressed pierced the air like daggers, but those who held dominion heard only their own voices, echoing endlessly in chambers of gold and corruption. Their words were law, their whims the chains that bound nations, and their hearts as cold as winter’s cruelest gale.
From the depths of an ancient abyss, a stirring began—a force long forgotten, dormant through the ages, awakened by the stench of tyranny and despair. It was Krampus, the warden of wrath, the reckoner of sins too great for mortal judgment. His arrival was not heralded by fanfare, but by a silence so profound it stifled the very air.
Emerging from the shadows, his eyes burned like twin infernos, his form grotesque yet majestic, an embodiment of fury wrought from centuries of injustice. He moved with purpose, his hooves striking the earth like the tolling of doom’s final bell.
In every land he visited, the tyrants trembled. Their fortresses of steel and lies crumbled before him. They had built monuments to themselves, thinking their power eternal, but Krampus tore through their gilded halls with the ferocity of a tempest. One by one, he seized them—those who silenced dissent with blood, who sowed division with deceit, who ruled through fear and pain. Their cries echoed in the night as they were dragged into the abyss, their golden crowns tarnished, their names erased.
The people watched, their fear mingling with a strange, forbidden hope. For as monstrous as Krampus appeared, his fury was righteous, his judgment just. In his wake, the earth seemed to breathe again, the chains of oppression broken, if only for a moment.
And yet, the beast was not sated. The sins of the powerful are many, and his work is far from done. He moves still, a harbinger of terror for the wicked and a grim reminder to all: no throne is safe when justice rises from the depths.
noahson99 about 14 hours ago
And all bad things don’t come to an end? Dark
leopardglily about 14 hours ago
But everything changed when the snow demon nation attacked.
6turtle9 about 6 hours ago
Huh, I wonder what happened to brother Clyde? Maybe we’ll find out.
William Bludworth Premium Member about 3 hours ago
What’s Ned Flanders doing in Crabgrass?