"Spy-Horror Thrills By Sean Azzopardi & Daniel Merlin Goodbrey"
Necessary Monsters is a adventure webcomic that combines a MIB-style covert agency with the world of eldritch horror: the story of a team of cop-monster monster-cops.
Got picked up by indie publishers Ai T and packaged in conventional graphic novel format, at which point it appears to have disappeared from the Internet; the website
appears to be dead as of September 2012 but you can still buy copies from the creator's website.
This work has examples of:
- Body Horror: all over the place. A crowning moment would be the poor mook Jonathon Gravehouse utters unholy truths to: he is so horrified he tears his own skull apart via thumbs in his own eyesockets.
- Brown Note: Jonathon tells a man on the safehouse front desk something that causes him to pull his own skull apart. Also, looking into Charlotte's eyes is instant death.
- Cosmic Horror Story: It's almost our world, save for the massive conspiracy upheld by monsters of every kind -from slashers to Eldritch Abominations- to keep humanity in general safe, ignorant and complacent, until they use us for their needs and wants. Cattle herds have to be properly tended, you know.
- Lovecraftian Superpower:
- Both Thomas Harp and Jonathon Gravehouse are shells for titanic horrors.
- Knife Mother's Mook Maker abilities come from the thirteen stab wounds in her back. they've become cysts where embryos form, then fall off and grow rapidly from orange-sized to fully grown, clothed, sewn-shut eyes, knife-wielding identical killers.
- Motive Decay: Discussed by Charlotte. She started out killing the people who killed her. Then she started killing bad people. Then, she realized everyone is bad, in their own way...
- Names to Run Away from Really Fast: Almost everyone. Jonathon Gravehouse, Charlotte Hatred, Creeping Tuesday, Harp's Bane, Jack...
- Putting the Band Back Together: Jonathon getting the crew back together is part of the opening act.
- These Are Things Man Was Not Meant to Know: Jonathon Gravehouse utters unholy truths to the mook on the front desk of the safehouse: he is so horrified he tears his own skull apart via thumbs in his eyesockets.
