DEVIL CONTEST
hello it is me YS Voya
Here is a bird devil contest for all of you. The deadline for this contest shall be Tuesday, April the 4th! If you have submissions you can put them in the ksbd tumblr, submit them to ksbdabbadon@gmail.com, or simply post them on this comic page.
May you reach concordance!
1. Baldrs (Pale, The Acrobat)
“The small folk of legend were often maligned for evil deeds, but this is a misreading of demonic intent. When fed and watered properly, the Ramakin or ‘unhelpful assistants’ mentioned in ‘Sparth’s Guide to Astral Plane Restaurants’ were infamous for handing unwary magicians the wrong ingredient at the wrong time. This tendency, unfairly attributed to malice on the part of the demon, is actually the result of chronic color blindness so often found in the lesser devils. ~The Boch Guide Household Sprites, Devils & Astral Spot Removal, pp. 224”
Abernaki Bath (Blue, The Mastermind)
“It’s not a gambling problem if you win.” ~Abernaki Bath
Fastidious Ambercrombie Tumalt Brulee’ (Red, the Face)
“Darling, I *never* give interviews, but if you happen to see Abernaki, tell him to go fuck himself. Or me. Either way.” ~Fastidious
4. Balor the Red (Red, Bruiser)
“If’n ‘s snatch-n-grab’s what tha’s about, it’s render unta tzar as is said in tha book. Ain’t no charity f’quaily work. 7 quid’n a bob’ll getcha most anythin’ ’round ’bouts, but you’d best’n think double hard on the ol’ criss-cross. Ain’t ‘n some of us’n got these wicked knives & precious little moral compass, y’see.”
5. End User License Agreement (Gold, the Mechanic)
“What most people completely fail to understand is that the device itself is only a metaphore for the underlying space-time that governs the relationship between the observer and that which is being observed. Which is to say, locks don’t lock doors, they separate objects into separate space-time causality domains. Creating a domain linkage betwen the observational states of being is the same thing as turning the key in the lock. There is no lock. There is no key. There is only crushing reality into sand and building your own castle back up from the dust.”
6. Baron Samedi (Green, The Nemesis)
“Few figures have inspired as much comment, or fear, as Baron Samedi has among the commodity brokers of Throne. Few other devils, if any, have ever been seen to manifest on the higher planes with a broken mask. Rumors of divine interference, or at least heavy meddling from one of the demiurges have followed The Baron for the last 18 cycles. Even more curious, prior to The Baron’s blood-soaked debute at the Grand Bank of Yre’s 1113th annual Associate’s Fete & Garden Party, no sentient being could seem to recall the apearance of this demon” ~Out & About Society Column, the Throne Daily Herald
What of Ebon?
Too rare for non-player-characters.
This is axiomatic.
While the works of 11 Ocean Crushes Falsehood With Unknowable Depths are widely held to be some of the finest and most influential works of philosophy penned by an angel, I must admit I am not able to hold him in quite so high regard as others do. It began, you see, when I came across an archive of his personal correspondence with Bhayirra Aesmani, a human contemporary, in which they argued the extent to which we are shaped by the fires from which we spring forth. One point, which 11 Ocean presented as a simple matter of fact, was that it was not possible for a devil to know true loyalty, born as they are of the hot black flame. While I cannot say that it is particularly *common* trait, I myself have seen a devil display devotion the likes of which would do a Geas knight proud.
I had business once, at the Grand Dragon’s Bank, on behalf of the Coalition of Wax Drippers. As I waited for the clerk to transmit my request into the proper hands, I was greeted with a strange sight for so grand a place–a red devil, dressed in a boiler suit and quite thoroughly covered in soot, with a pallid devil sat upon his shoulder quite carefully. Curious, and more than a little bored, I asked him his story. He introduced himself as Ottokar and explained that he was here to make further payment on his debt.
You see, he was not a mechanic but a demolitionist, making his living blasting out old structures to make way for the new, as expertly engineered by his business partner, and close friend of countless years, his fellow red, Udo. Theirs was not a large firm, but it did well enough to make enemies, who sabotaged a routine demolition to arrange Udo’s demise. With his friend’s mask crumbling in his hands, Ottokar had become desperate, rushing to the nearest devilbinder he could find. Udo’s life was saved, though considerably reduced–indeed, he was the pale devil who now sat perched upon Ottokar–but there was worse to come. Ottokar had little time for bargaining, you see, and the binder was a cruel businessman, charging a ruinous price–all Ottokar had he had to sell or mortgage to the Grand Dragon to be able to pay–and now he was ensnared in a web of debt that he could never escape. He walked into all of this knowingly, for the sake of his friend, and even now I could see he was more concerned with trying to help Udo be restored to a more fitting stature than he was with his own comfort or well-being. It was at this time that my clerk returned, and I had to proceed with my business, but that meeting has stuck with me as an example of how we are so much more than mere products of the Flames.
I don’t understand what it’s asking us to do.
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooomgosh.
No I need to go to work.
Where I’ll be chained to the wall for two weeks and slowly turn a crank to keep the Wheel moving.
I’ll secretly turn it the wrong way, so I can go back in time and participate.
A herd of Blues. Or a gaggle. A flock? They are the Mechanic, because of course they are. If one triggers a smashing trap, it’s not the end of all.
“There were six of them.”
The Mastermind
The Mechanic
The Face
The Acrobat
The Bruiser
… I count five. Is that deliberate?
You need to start using non-standard dispositional psuedo-numeral systems with quasi-imaginary bases, and stop clinging to your precious “sanity“. This is Millennium of Fruitburd, after all, one ought to go in stride with times…
I am conflicted.
On one hand, I’d love to contribute to this. On the other, that would require me to draw (yes, I know it can be written too, but its the PRINCIPAL of the matter! :<). Well, if I do I do. If I don't, I'll blame it on booze.
A question though; Are their limits on limbs or extremities for any of the rankings or are some ascetics set?
A Cacodemon mastermind, left powerless by some machination of Mammon and waiting for this perfect moment to strike?
The reasonable, logical, expectable thing would be gold mastermind, green acrobat (because wings), red bruiser, blue face, white mechanic.
So you musn’t do that.
The bruser was a gold. The Mechanic was green. The face was a red. The mastermind was pale. The acrobat was also a green.
The bruiser is a very aggressive gold with long arms and legs. He speaks eloquantly of the poetry of blood. The mechanic was a hulking red with a delicate touch and a gentle bird friend. The mastermind was a silent pale that communicates more through gesture than through word. The face is a sibilant and seductive green. The acrobat is another red, she’s flickers as she dances like a flame.
The Acrobat.
A Gold.
Gordost Dezheil, of short stature and shorter patience. His skin hidden in finery gleams the dull bronze of sadness and ripples with unkept anger. Intricate etches pattern their way across his body, revealing secrets best hidden and rooms long forgotten.
His greatest desire is the thrill of arrogance. The flash of despair and effervescent flash of genius that flows in his mind when he proves his superiority in the best ways he knows. By venturing further, going higher and piercing the veils of secrecy and laying all bare to the world. It is not enough for it to be tough, it must be almost impossible for only through walking to the gullet of death and staring into his murmuring stomach and seeing those who’ve already fallen from the slick precipice to their dooms can he feel truly greater. It is not enough that he succeed, it must be where many have failed.
His mask is squat, and with great recessed eyes that only reveal the piercing grey glow of his eyes. His hair, an unkempt matted mane, that curls its way down his spine.
A devious creature, fond of despair and daring.
You may forgot one, I counted five while it is declared six in accordance.
My kind of demon is skillful [Jack of Al-Trades] and likes to perform his/her appearances as a specter [non-carnal] or worse, as a pile of meat pierced with bones. My special one attend when I call him/her “Dark Fire”, a flame made of pure darkness.
Why, the had a Gold masked strategist of course! He’s been way to eager to follow in the footsteps of the great Yaldabaoth, so that they may have their own Ebon mask. But of course, they are partnered with a Pale masked Face, whose mute expressions get even the most cold hearted of beings to turn to their favor.
I’m slightly confused- what exactly are we submitting? Is it just a fanart/drawing contest? Can we send in submissions that are purely verbal if our talents lie in the written arts instead of the visual ones? Do we need to submit the entire group for it to count or can we just send in suggestions 1 at a time, from which you’ll assemble the winning dream-team?
Please to answer these questions, and thank you!
You are submitting suggestions for Abbadon to pick and choose ‘the dream team’ from (so no, you don’t need to submit the entire group). “Submissions can be drawn, or written, or both,” it says in the bottom left hand corner. Or, if you need a better example, INGSVLD has been here since the beginning. Follow the knight’s example.
Is the sixth job missing, or is it simply the job of the red mask we already know?
The face is surely Allure of the Rose, a blue devil who’s forked tongues and devilish looks has wood countless and swayed many more. Even though looking the part of the villain, and admitting freely to anyone who listens that his words are mostly lies, many have found themselves swayed by his honeyed words.
Despite all that, he is not all that bad, as far as devils are concerned. But best hide your daughters, wives and wallet. Also your sons. Probably its just best you hide.
No, I can understand why you think that I would be uncomfortable in this situation. After all, my quest is one that lends itself to long periods in solitude, after all. But this pursuit we now find ourselves on is not the first time that I have hunted with others, nor is it the first time I have travelled with those that I knew I would be fighting, in due course.
It was the great city of Issh, as I recall, in Mammon’s domain, that was suffering from the presence of a great and terrible beast, so mighty, it was said, that it had consumed an angel whole, and that in this act of ferocity it had reached an enlightenment, manifested upon its brow as a great ley-stone. To rid himself of this beast that was too great for any one warrior to slay, the King ordered a great hunt, declaring that the hunters would decide among themselves to whom the beast’s prize went.
There were many foolhardy souls that answered the call, brashly overestimating their own power, but among the throngs there were a few that stood out. I’ll not describe all of them, of course, but one whose company I enjoyed in particular was a green devil, by the name of Azzaraqqa. He was something of a theologian, you see, and in his study he was particularly struck by the tale of Aesma and the Master of Aesthetic. In fact, he had reached the conclusion that violence was not merely the universal art, but the universal language, as well, and that all spoken and written tongues were crude facsimiles, incapable of imparting true meaning. Indeed, he looked forward not to the slaying of the beast, or for its prize in and of itself, but for the fight that all knew would ensue after the beast’s death. To him, it would be a grand and beautiful symposium, in whose movements he would find not only beauty and further fluency in the Language, but a chance for a glimpse at the ‘true’ syllables of Royalty. As we grew closer to the beast, his eagerness only grew. These people in the crowd were coming to know each other, he said, and so the meaning their blows would impart would be that much more profound.
He was disappointed, in the end. While the beast was slain, at the cost of many a life, it quickly became apparent that the leystone was naught but a fanciful story, spread by the king to attract hunters without the need to pay them. It was at this point that I took my leave in search of a venture that might actually yield me some progress, so I was not present at the Fall of Issh, when the hunters descended upon the city with a great and terrible vengeance, so I do not know what became of Azzaraqqa, but I suspect that what he learned there fell short of the battle he had been hoping for.
I’m supporting this one for Bruiser.
There’s a smartphone game called Paper Wings, I think you’d enjoy it.
The Pale one should be the Mechanic, being able to slip into locks and what such. A running gag about how the characters often step on/around it too much due to it’s size.
Blue should be the face, the sweet talker, the deceiver. Most people don’t expect much out of blues so that way said Blue could just distract and charm whomever to get where the group needs to be.
Red should be the brawler, effectively a generic loud mouth punch-guy that talks like that cool drunk uncle that mom has to invite over for dinner parties with the rest of the family because the uncle can’t make his rent payment anymore and budgeting the trip over is too much cash for his current salary.
Green would be the acrobat, often getting into fights with the Red about how to handle a situation the fast or punchy way. Doesn’t talk much unless it’s squabbles with Red or informing the Mastermind/Face about the current situation. Might even speak in riddles.
Gold is Mastermind because Golds are smart like that I guess.
Wait, has the ranking of devils changed again, I thought pale ones were higher that reds?
I don’t recall a time where the Pale were higher then the Red. Then again I could easily be wrong.
Clearly it goes like this:
Pale – Talker
Blue – Bruiser
Red – Mastermind
Green – Mechanic
Gold – Acrobat
I mean obviously that fits each devil to the role they are most likely to fill.
Hmm. *goes to the tumblr link immediately* This is gonna be good. Pale acrobat. Pale acrobat. Yes yes…i recall him now.
I posted my entry to the tumblr, but I am super paranoid about tumblr eating things.
Perchance will you make a list of all received entries before the deadline?