Phase I - 2: Blow Up
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To blow up is to explode, or to be detonated. Or to produce a larger copy of a thing, such as with a photograph. It could mean to inflate an object, such as a balloon or dinghy; or indeed to explode such an object from over-inflation. Or it could just be to lose one’s temper.
First published in 2000 AD Prog 537, dated .
Page 1
Panel 1
Back at the bunker. Once again we’re facing the cryogenic casket, although the casket has been covered and made into a makeshift bed. Masterman’s new body has been thawed out and now lies unconscious, awaiting an occupant. Dr Driesch stands next to Masterman, his left hand on the superhuman’s wrist as he studies the watch on his right wrist. His jacket is off, leaving him in his shirt, trousers, and waistcoat.
Berlin: .
I don’t think it’s right for me to be here, Fräulein Haas… the Masterman Twin has been revived. My work here is done.
Panel 2
Spotlight on Dr Driesch, doing his best to look old and worried.
I really don’t want to be around when the Dark God comes down from Overspace.
I’m an old man… and my health…
This is the first reference to Overspace. Implying that the dark gods come from a higher mathematical dimension than us. This is a common explanation for Lovecraftian deities, and provides a convenient explanation for their ability to bypass physical barriers, and have bizarre ways of travelling through space and time. One need only look to H.P. Lovecraft’s own ‘The Dunwich Horror’, ‘The Dreams in the Witch-House’, and the like.
It also implies that the Cult of the Black Sun have some measure of established lore about their masters, whether accurate or not.
Higher dimensionality is a common enough trope in comics and occult thinking. We need only look at Mr Mxyzptlk, the trickster from the Fifth Dimension, who harasses Superman once a month.
Higher dimensionality might also solve other problems in physics, like parity violation and certain properties of the vacuum. A line from the fifth dimension would appear to us only as a point. A five-dimensional surface would appear as a line in our reality. A five-dimensional “solid object” would be perceived as a surface, and the things which appear to us as solid objects in our reality would be the manifestations of true five-dimensional solids for which we have no name.
The idea of higher-dimensioned entities might interact with lower-dimensioned ones is older yet; dating back at least to Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions by Edwin A. Abbott.
Panel 3
Close-up of Haas kneeling before a shining crystal, her face dramatically illiminated by its aura. Dr Driesch stands nearby.
It’s too late for that, Driesch. The crystal tetrahedron is vibrating at the correct frequency.
The Ritual of the Nine Angles has begun!
Vibrations so often seem to be at the heart of universes or dimensions intersecting. One need only think back to The Flash of Two Earths, when Barry Allen’s vibrations carried him from Earth-One to Earth-Two; or Crisis on Infinite Earths, and how the Monitor used giant ‘tuning fork’ mechanisms to save Earth-One, Earth-Two, Earth-Four, Earth-S, and Earth-X from the Anti-Monitor.
The use (and indeed name) of a ‘crystal tetrahedron’ invites obvious comparisons to the Shining Trapezohedron used to contact Nyarlathotep, in H.P. Lovecraft’s last story, ‘The Haunter of the Dark’.
A tetrahedron is a four-faced solid: a triangle-based pyramid. This tetrahedron appears to be square-based, however; which means it’s more properly a pentahedron.
We see that Fräulein Haas has changed into a Tau robe for the ritual to come. Typically named after the Greek letter they resemble, Tau robes are a floor-length hemline, bell sleeves whose arms extend from fingertip to fingertip. Wearing the robe demonstrates that you are of spiritual intent, ready to partake of ritual magic, and are thus no longer in daily dress.
If you have read Zenith before, the tetrahedron Haas is studying should look disconcertingly familiar.
The Order of the Nine Angles is an occult movement, in its most infamous form combining left-hand Hermetic mysticism with Nazi trappings. The Nine Angles to which they refer have had various definitions at time, sometimes referring to the planets of their cosmology, the system itself, and the mystic themselves, or dark gods that exist in an acausal realm, often including Baphomet and figures influenced by classical sources. Morrison is obviously looting quite freely from them.
Panel 4
The room is darkened. There is a protective circle set within a triangle. There are four candles, presumably set at the four compass points. There is a censer burning incense in the corner of one of the triangle. Greta Haas faces in this direction; and two of the candles are in a direct line with this corner. We see that she wears ritual robes, and she holds a mask in each hand; one of which she offers to Driesch.
Now, quickly, put on your mask and get into the circle!
Listen!
The design reminds me of the Circle of Solomon, although in the conventional circle, the triangle lies to the east of the circle. The demon to be contacted is called into the triangle; while the celebrants remain in the circle.
The masks appear quite bland, with openings for the eyes and mouth. They serve to dehumanise and deindividualise the wearer, minimising empathy and maximising conformity. ONA-affiliated extremist groups favour skull masks, just to reinforce their Nazi viewpoint. The Order of the Black Sun, predating Nazism, has no such pretension, apparently.
Aside from synchronizing group activity, ritual also acts as a solemnizing factor. The assumption of ritual dress and paraphernalia serves to mark the transition from ordinary activity to something of importance. A uniform has a further function—that of depersonalization. It helps to reduce the importance of individual personality factors and allows the wearers to relate to one another as functionaries of some principle beyond personal considerations. A full-length black robe with hood is most excellent for this purpose, as is nudity. A blank, featureless mask completes the effect to total anonymity.
Panel 5
Close-up of Haas as she raises her mask to her face, narrating the arrival of one of the Many-Angled Ones, heightening the mood.
Can you hear it? Can you hear the window opening into Overspace? Can you hear the sound of their wings, their eyes? One of them is squeezing through.
One of the difficulties with ritual magick is getting the celebrants to buy in, to willingly suspend their disbelief. By saying all this out loud, Greta Haas is encouraging herself and Driesch to visualise, to will the contact into occurring.
Another neat trick in evidence here: Haas is in a panel with a circular border, just as she is within the chalk circle.
Panel 6
We view Haas from beneath, behind the censer.
It’ll use the smoke to manifest an image…
Can you feel the pressure… between your eyes? In your ears…
It’s easier to imagine an entity can appear within incense smoke, which makes a variety of shapes and forms as it coils through the air, rather than out of thin air itself.
Haas appeals to all the senses now: our sense of hearing in the last panel, our sense of touch here; there is a censer to draw the senses of sight and smell and taste. Continuing to guide the narration.
Panel 7
Driesch looks horrified. We see his hair and tie moved by an air current. Something is coming through, physically: even if its mass is negligible, it’s massive enough to displace air.
It’s coming through…
Oh no…
Haas is experienced with this game. She has already contacted one of the dark gods on at least one occasion.
Page 2
Panel layout: splash page
Panel 1
Full page, view from above as we follow the dark god down from overspace. An entity that’s apparently formless (or its shape is impossible to determine within the incense smoke that billows from the censer. We see is a cloud, in which a multitude of mismatched eyes glare out and fanged mouths leer. Some of the parts appear human, others do not.
Below, Fräulein Haas and Dr Driesch stand in the middle of the circle, surrounded by four burning candles; a circle which is in the middle of an equilateral triangle. Haas is masked, her arms spread wide in welcome, her foice raised in triumph. Dr Driesch, who has yet to put his mask on, cowers behind her.
IT’S COMING!
The traditional Lovecraftian cliché for a creature is for it to be amorphous, tentacled, and with too many eyes and mouths. This particular image is entirely in keeping with that tradition. Depictions of shoggoths or Shub-Niggurath or formless spawn of Tsathoggua could all have the sort of appearance we seein this panel.
Since this entity is multi-dimensional, it could well be that it has several faces, and we are witnessing several of these faces superimposed over each other in accordance the kind of ‘alien geometry’ to which HPL loved to allude.
Page 3
Panel 1
The dark god’s appearance has stabilised a bit. We see a high, humanoid brow; two humanlike eyes that display no emotion; a wrinkled area between the eyes. There is no nose, but beneath that are a mass of vaporous tentacles in two bunches, one to the left, one to the right, almost like hands.
Haas and Driesch stand before the entity. Haas offers a ritual welcome, while Driesch is paralysed with fear.
The Order of… of the Black Sun… welcomes you… lord…
We… await… the endless night…
I think we can all understand why Fräulein Haas seems a little hesitant, stumbling over her ritual welcome for her master.
The dark god is based on Brian Ward’s illustration for the chapter ‘Animism and Shamanism’ of Peter Carroll’s Liber Null and Psychonaut: The Practice of Chaos Magic
Ward’s illustrations for Psychonaut were to form the basis of the appearance of the Many-Angled Ones that we encounter throughout Zenith. I think this was something Grant Morrison explicitly specified.
Even the ‘magickal’ stuff in Zenith wasn’t original (2000AD had to pay off some artist for having his stuff ripped off later on in the series).
Panel 2
Close-up of Haas, her arms still spread in ritual pose. Behind her, Driesch loosens his collar and gasps for breath, in acute physical discomfort. His eyes are widened in panic, and he has a nosebleed. Haas’s face, still masked, is unreadable.
I can’t buh-breathe properly… my nose… bleeding… my ears…
Shut up!
Part of that may be due to Dr. Driesch’s age and self-professed ill health impairing his ability to handle stress, but as Haas said in the prologue, bearing witness to the manifestation of one of the Many-Angled Ones is physically taxing as well as psychologically.
Haas has abandoned any pretence of patience for Dr. Driesch, whether because of his weakness, or his qualms, or the fact that, having revived the Masterman twin, he has outlived his usefulness. Note that she is masked, while he is not.
Panel 3
The Dark God looms closer, its expression unchanging, its eyes impassive. Fräulein Haas keeps her posture and her poise, refusing to flinch before this manifestation of one of her masters.
This… isn’t the one who… visited me before. This one is much… stronger…
I think it’s the one that… possessed the… original… Masterman…
So there are levels of power among the Dark Gods as there are among superhumans.
Note that this god has not passed into the chalk circle.
Panel 4
Looking down on the site of the conjuration. The dark god continues to look coolly upon the humans within the circle. Driesch is turtling; his knees are beginning to bend, his shoulders hunch, and were he not holding onto a mask he would probably be wringing his hands; a picture of fear and awkwardness. Something is amiss. He consults Fräulein Haas, who at last turns to face him.Her posture is upright; controlled. Almost Teutonic.
The new body… is ready…
What is it waiting for?
Perhaps… we forgot one important element… of a good… old-fashioned… ritual, Herr Doctor…
Panel 5
Fräulein Haas lunges at the Doctor, striking him in the chest with the palm of her hand, throwing her weight behind the shove and knocking him clear out of the chalk circle. We can already see the dark god’s tendrils extending greedily towards him, like the arms of a hungry octopus.
A sacrifice!
Sacrifice has been a part of religion for millennia. The Book of Leviticus describes burnt offerings. Traditionally a sacrifice must represent great expenditure or loss on behalf of the worshipper. Abraham, after all, was called upon to offer Isaac but at the last moment God accepted a ram in his stead. A human holds greater value than a beast, which holds greater value than a bird. And the farther we go into the dark waters of human sacrifice, we can presume that the greater the treachery or transgression involved in the sacrifice, the greater it is appreciated.
Panel 6
Driesch falls to his knees, his arms raised in an understandable attempt to fend off the tentacles, which coil in towards him from two sides. The Many-Angled One’s tentacles are penetrated his body, since his clothing, skin, muscle – all provide no barrier at all.
No!
… no, wait! … I…
Technically, I think Driesch is at the bargaining stage there.
Page 4
Panel layout: 3-1-2. The three panels in the top row are slanted and uneven, as if influenced by the dark god’s alien geometry.
Panel 1
The darkness presses in around Driesch like a set of jaws. His face is a picture of abject terror now: his nose bleeds profusely. His mouth hangs open as the last vaporous traces of the dark god disappear down his throat.
Huh-help me! It’s inside…
IT’S INSIDE ME!
We’ll ignore the double entendre about the dark god being ‘inside’ him. Driesch is being violated in ways that make any that notion seem gentle and circumspect by comparison.
Panel 2
Close-up of Driesch’s face. His eyes are shut tight, as though he fears they’ll explode out of his head. He drools uncontrollably. His tongue appears swollen. Blood vessels all over Driesch’s face have ruptured, making him bleed from the eyes, the mouth.
… pressure… oh, the pressure… the…
If Driesch couldn’t feel the pressure to which Greta Haas alluded earlier then he can now.
To destroy a human body from the inside using internal pressure, it requires approximately 20 to 30 pounds per square inch to cause fatal internal ruptures, though critical organ failure begins at much lower levels.
Panel 3
An explosion. Two bursts of blood from the eyes; an eruption of blood from where the nose should be, and a massive explosion of blood from the oral cavity, in which we see the outline of some of Driesch’s teeth. There is no solid outline of his face. The effect is almost impressionistic.
A bit more than 30psi there, I think. Hundreds, or maybe thousands of pounds per square inch.
I’m not sure what I like best about this explosion. The way Yeowell shows so much with just splashes of black ink against white; the lack of a sound effect… or the teeth.
A human body is too fragile to contain a dark god’s essence, or rather as much of its essence as it projects into our dimension.
Panel 4
Close-up of Fräulein Haas. Her mask, spattered with blood, fails to hide her horror at this experience. We can see that the eye holes are covered with dark lenses, presumably to maximise the sense of implacability and anonymity the mask provides. In this light, however, the lenses are translucent and we can see the eyes beneath.
Whatever Fräulein Haas was expecting, presumably it wasn’t quite so messy or violent. Was that her first murder? Did she think Driesch’s heart would just give out?
Panel 5
A top-down view of Masterman, lying atop the cryogenic casket. The dark god approaches the recumbent body, five tendrils corkscrewing down towards his face. We can see eyes dotted here and there in the vaporous tendrils.
This isn’t the first time we’ve seen something in smoky or vaporous form move to inhabit a vacant body or a cadaver in the pages of 2000 AD. Judge Death and the other Dark Judges have spirit forms that resemble faces in smoke, and they inhabit specially prepared cadavers, although they can also possess the living and perform mind control. Tomas de Torquemada, the Grand Master of Termight, was reduced to an insubstantial form in his teleporter accident in ‘Killer Watts’, and from Nemesis the Warlock books 1 to 4 Torquemada’s spirit inhabited cadavers, or recently vacated bodies of his Terminators too.
Masterman and his Many-Angled Mates are part of a long tradition of evil body-pilots.
Panel 6
The last visible trace of the dark god disappears into his mouth; just like with Dr Driesch. Unlike Dr Driesch, the body the entity occupies is designed for the purpose. Masterman’s eyes open, and hs smiles, baring his teeth.
… ahh…
Masterman’s awakening is a strangely bland event in itself. But what did we expect? This isn’t the first time the procedure to provide a Many-Angled One with a body has been undertaken.
Page 5
Panel layout: 1-3-3.
Panel 1
Masterman sits up, flexing his fingers and observing his body’s reactions. Haas stands nearby, her posture less rigid, less formal. She speaks hesitantly, her mask failing to hide her fear.
It has been a long time since I dressed in flesh strong enough to contain my essence.
New technology has… uh… permitted us to… to augment your body’s… superhuman… capabilities.
That talk about augmenting his capabilities might mean something if we knew what they were before. Last time, presumably, he had strength and durability. For the time being, it means he kicked the only other superhuman’s arse during the War, and now he’s even worse.
Panel 2
Masterman doesn’t even look in Haas’s direction. He curls his right arm, admiring the bulge of his biceps; a small, self-satisfied smile on his lips.
Good. You are Greta Haas, I take it?
Y-yes… yes. A true servant of the Black Sun…
Masterman has more interest in his muscles than anything Haas might have to say. Even when dressed in (super)human flesh, the Many-Angled Ones have no regard for human life. The only interest we hold for them is what we can do for them at that time; beyond that we are of no more importance than ants.
Panel 3
Close-up of Masterman’s leather-gloved right hand dragging its fingertips through a splatter of blood on the wall, smearing it.
And this is dear Doctor Driesch.
Not “this was”, or “this belonged to”, or “this is all that remains of”. This is. Driesch is much the same to Masterman, whether a scared old Nazi bastard who helped make him a suitable transport in the mortal sphere and revive said body for deployment, a fragile body into which he’s projected there merest fragment of his essence past the limit of the frail body’s tolerances, or a bloody smear on the wall.
Panel 4
Close-up profile of Masterman’s face. He sucks the blood off his index finger, savouring it, as he looks round at the camera.
Mm. Rhesus Negative.
A rare vintage.
Cruelty comes easily to the dark gods. Does having a (super)human body make it any different? Possibly. It makes the act more fun.
Panel 5
Masterman turns away from Fräulein Haas, pacing towards the camera, and something else that has attracted his attention. Haas looks nervous.
You may call me by the name your forefathers gave me when first we breached this dimension, twenty thousand years ago…
Iok Sotot, Eater of Souls!
The name Iok Sotot, and the epithet ‘eater of souls’ comes from the Illuminatus! trilogy by Robert Anton Wilson and Robert Shea. The name is derived from Yog-Sothoth, created by H.P. Lovecraft.
“You see, under Sargon, the chief deity was Marduk. I mean, that was what the high priests gave out to the public—in private, of course, they worshipped Iok-Sotot, who became the Yog-Sothoth of the Necronomicon.”
The sacrifices demanded by these creatures evidently contributed significantly to the fall of Atlantis, and we can conjecture that the mass burnings practised by the Celts at Beltain and even the Aztec religion, which turned their altars into abbatoirs, were minor in comparison, being merely the result of persistent tradition after the real menace of the lloigor had vanished. We, of course, cannot fully understand the purpose of these bloody rituals, since we cannot fathom the nature, or even the sort of matter or energy, that comprised the lloigor. That the chief of these beings, is known in the Pnakotic Manuscripts and the Eltdown Shards as Iok-Sotot, “Eater of Souls,” suggests that it was some energy or psychic vibration of the dying victim that the lloigor needed[…]
We will encounter the term ‘lloigor’ in due course.
Masterman suggests the Many-Angled Ones had contacted humanity during the Upper Paleolithic. This predates any known literate civilisations and any recorded histories. Lovecraft’s stories, and those of his peers, often included civilisations so ancient that little remains of them; one need only consider R.E. Howard’s Hyborian age. A good chunk of this conceit of prehistoric civilisation derives from theosophical writers such as Churchward, Blavatsky et al.
Panel 6
Masterman stands at a table, lit by a single candle. He srudies its contents: photographs of superhumans and former superhumans. He holds a photo of Zenith. There is also a photo of Ruby Fox (in costume as Voltage) and either Peter St John (Mandala) or Siadwel Rhys (Red Dragon).
I am only the first of the Many-Angled Ones to return.
If I am to prepare the way for the others, I must be about our business swiftly.
Panel 7
Spotlight on Masterman, and the Swastika on the wall behind him. He holds the photograph of Zenith, facing towards the camera, and tears it in half.
Yes.
I think I shall visit London.
Shrriiip!
And whatever plans Masterman has for those superhumans, they aren’t nice. This won’t be the first photograph to be ripped n this story. It’s one of the motifs for this phase.
Next Prog: City of Tiny Lights!
‘City of Tiny Lites’ is a Frank Zappa song, on the album Sheikh Yerbouti album; the basic track for which was recorded at the Hammersmith Odeon, in London. An animated promo for this song appeared on The Old Grey Whistle Test.
If one were flying high above London at night, it would appear to be a city of tiny lights.



A week since we last saw Fräulein Haas and Dr. Driesch, in the prologue. The same day as episode 1.
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Dr. Driesch was having qualms earlier. But his doubts have little to do with his sense of propriety. It’s more a matter of self-preservation.
The Mastermind body is referred to as a ‘twin’. The bodies were presumably chemically or biologically altered rather than created from scratch. They were identical twin brothers, rather than clones.