There's just something so right about those alphabetical effects, don't you think?

Naturally, this maniac chooses to confide in Cerebus, rather than incinerate him... (of course he plans to destroy the world--although he is honest enough to admit that he has no real understanding of how to go about doing this...) People just love talking to an aardvark--I can understand that... And so our protagonist becomes witness to the ultimate struggle between "Black Magik" and Inquisitorial "holiness", in the person of an especially bloodthirsty priest of Tarim. Necross is ready to deflect any bolts from the blue that prayer might summon, but he isn't prepared for the simple arrow that the exasperated Jesuit opts to fire instead--anticipating that "shoot the swordfighter" scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark.

After all of that build-up, it's over in one panel...except of course that Necross manages to transmigrate into the body of Thrunk, a golem that looks a lot like Ben Grimm's rocky persona, only several times larger. In this form, he proceeds to turn the tables upon the overconfident exorcist, who brandishes a mean-lookin' ankh-type thing, and is promptly stomped to death, off-camera.. Meanwhile, Cerebus slips through the crossfire of these twin-anticlimaxes back out into the marshlands of Lower Felda... The last thing he hears is Necross/Thrunk--grown far too large to fit through any of the doorways of the fortress in which he was built/born--wailing for help, like some satanic Winnie the Pooh overfed upon sorcerous honey... and no earth-piglet to help him, either--because Cerebus doesn't give a fuck!