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!
Another ally I had met in my times as Wayfarer of the Salamandrine roads was a pensive fellow, thoroughly incorrigible when it came to hygiene and grooming, but insatiable and proficient in all fields concerning the mind.
Vashorin Janai Wortue, called the Unraveler to many.
He bore a skull of some ancient beast with twin orange fires for eyes.
spoke with a tone that shifted between whimsically lilted to unaffected monotone within the time it takes to grasp ones knife in apprehension. Dressed in old cracked leathers, with a tangle of a mane fused to the back of his head, as though the dark rays of a black sun gave him a halo with his emotions were frizzled and his hair would stand straight. In our time on the road, we would spend our days considering and conversing upon countless topics, from food to aesthetics to sword techniques to the countless sorceries out there and their origins there of. we would play a board game, one of war and treatise. I confessed out of the many games I played with him, I had only beaten him 3 times, and from that I had to cheat for 2 of them.
I remember distinctly that we were to go to battle with many men on the road, we traveled for the countless and doubtless wonderful reasons. As I was to prepare my blades, Vashorin, this slightly corpuscular and humbled thing, came to the group and began to speak, and listening to the bandits speak. After many minutes and maybe an hour, I saw the bandit’s faces look dejected, and in sadness every one of bandits had dropped their weapons and look for something else. When I asked what I said, Vashorin replied, “I showed them that they were idiots, and that seemed to work?” that tended to be The unraveler He once said that his aim would be to show men and women how stupid their lives are, and that his final wish in his life would be two cross-examine a god and make one feel stupid as well, if not definately something more powerful than him and using only the power of words to bring them down
(tl:dr green philosopher type demon, thought daredeveil, the acrobat, for his satires and jokes have saved him from returning to the black flame when his thought made too many people look bad.
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Name: Unknown
Type: Pale
Role: Mechanic
When you can’t get what you want through force or coercion, you get it through silent cunning and deft fingers. Whether a target is behind a wall of gears and tumblers or guarded by thugs, nothing is truly safe when the right (or wrong, depending on whose side you’re on) demon is on the job. No lock is impenetrable, no alarm system is truly reliable, and no vault is indestructible.
Is it a mere smokebomb clutched in this demon’s fingers, or is it filled with gaseous toxins? The door’s been unlocked, yet the alarms don’t sound? Is that the click of a landmine beneath one’s feet, or was that a creaky floor plank?
Nothing is for certain when one is at the end of a mechanic’s tool, but those who hold it control the moment.
The Pale Mechanic knows this and strides forward towards a ebony-painted future.
Agyrun wasn’t all that powerful even compared to other red demons, just another fiend created by the great sorcerer Mytoro before his death by Jagganoth’s Knight Belligerents. Most likely he wouldn’t have been remembered at all, if not for glancing Mytoro’s name once in a burning library. Seeing the name of the sorcerer who had first bound him all those ages ago piqued his curiosity, and he soon learned a very interesting truth. Mytoro had kept a record of every demon he summoned, including their true name. Realizing this was his opportunity to become something truly special, Agyrun devoted himself to tracking down these tomes. Yet the search led to a bitter halt once the trail led straight to Mammon’s vault, the Demiurge having gathered all of Mytoro’s possessions after his death. Dismayed, but not deterred, Agyrun started to devise a plan that would lead him straight into Mammon’s inner sanctum. With Allison entering into picture, all the pieces have finally fallen into place. Now it is time for him to take the records of Mytoro, and finally change from red to black.
Various ideas as drawings :
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Long time reader and lurker, first time poster.
I’d like to make my Submission here: http://i.imgur.com/98NH9kt.png
Well, having just finished my archive binge of this comic, I’m going to go with this.
Blue -> Mastermind
Face -> Red
Gold -> Mechanic
Bruiser -> Green
Acrobat -> Pale
Also, I am a little sad that there are not ultraviolet demons.
“Mr White” and “Goldie”
The pale devil known as “Mr White”, actual name being 49 different variations of the words “spite”, “grudge”, “obsession” and “stubbornness”, Was long ago an ebon devil. But then Mammon and Gog-agog happened, and he had to sell his rank. Stripped of his ebon mask, his first act as a gold devil was to swear revenge on the 7 demiurges for the humiliation. Swore a lot of things, including becoming a demiurge himself. He had become obsessed with destroying the black emperors. So obsessed he grew that he gave up on everything else, even his rank, over and over and fucking over. In fact, every demotion, every new name, just made him grow more determined. A gold devil above a Black Emperor was a thing, but a green devil? Or a red, or a blue? Now that he`s a pale, he`s convinced that he is, in fact, stronger than ever. Even if he were to just being a servant of a king of kings, as long as he can look down to the Seven, he`ll be satiated. Behind that pale mask lies the intelligence of gold, the cruelty of green, the bloodlust of red and the trickery of blue in one obsessed mind.
OF COURSE, he`s also has the communication capabilities of a wet ant due to, well, being a pale, so he has a slight case of “I have no mouth and yet I must boss around”. Luckily, he has Goldie, his faithful assistant and, probably, the worst devil ever. As in, not devilish at all. She`s been in his service ever since he was an ebon and she just an blue imp, and she stood by him during his descent. She was probably the most gullible and clumsy blue devil ever, but was also loyal, so he made some arrangements and she went to become the tamest, most reserved red evil ever, then the chattiest, less creepy green devil ever, and then finally the dumbest, nicest gold devil ever. YISUN knows what she would be like if she became ebon. Her one grace is that she perfectly understands every word from his boss, so she acts as his interpreter and basically as a backup memory. You see, Mr. white`s mind has traces of 6 distinct personalities crammed in basically a bug gimp. He has seen all the angles, all the options, and has a master plan to overthrow each demiurge, he just… doesn`t have them in his head. That`s why Goldie’s so important. Since she`s been with him the whole ride, she remembers places and schemes from his fall way more exactly than her handicapped liege. Of course they don`t make sense to her by themselves, And the Boss knows that if she does that, something that he wants to happen will happen, he can`t remember how.
She is, by herself, completely unfit for his rank, which she reached by nepotism rather than skill. She`s literally a figurehead unable to hold her position on her own, and this is obvious to anyone who doesn`t let himself be intimidated by her shiny face. Which is fine most of the time since she can bluff like a puffer fish and is very good at acting as something she isn`t. Sure, most people are unaware, but if you push a bit, you`ll notice her subtle, yet constant, glances at the pale devil nearby. If the crew is going to be working together at all, they`re bound to notice that the big shiny gold devil is basically a glorified sentient Google translate. She can pull bullshit out of thin air if the going gets rough and maybe say enough nonsense to fool people into believing she`s up to something, but she`s just acting like her boss used to. She lacks that unstoppable ambition. She just wants to belong to something bigger than her.
She rose up as a pet, a side project to see how far he could stretch the rules. She feels as she owes everything to him, no matter the reason. She thinks really high of him, and will eagerly tell people of his former glory. She simply lacks that basic malice of a devil, yeah, but she will kill anyone he tells her too, in a borderline sociopathic manner. If she makes friends with the crew, she`ll stand by them to the death.
When all his life went belly up, she was the only one who stayed with him, the only one whose admiration was sincere. She is to him his most loyal retainer and servant. He is protective of her and can even treat her like a daughter. He does it to prove to someone that he is a more fitting ruler than the seven. But also because, if he were to lose his last, best follower, it would prove his failure as a monarch.
“Viridi Maschiato Golgasaur Haggen Guggol”
If, for any reason, someone tried to rebuild the armor of the angels, or fix the sun, or recreate similar techniques of forgotten technology, there is but one thing that is certain; they would have to seek Viridi.
Viridi is one of throne`s most proficient technocrats. Even though he`s a simple green devil, his intelligence is easily on par with most gilded demons. His knowledge of the sciences, especially of mechanics and even of the semi-lost art of “computing” is second to few.
He has an interest in the work the god Koss and the original infrastructure of Throne. He possesses one of the multiverse’ greatest collection of this ancient tech, even if most is just slivers and pieces of broken machines, or old, barely readable documents and blueprints. That won`t stop him to try to recreate them, thought.
He`s fond of riddles and games, and any sort of intellectual challenge, as it gives him the inspiration required for his research. He lives in a labyrinthical tower filled with mechanical traps and puzzles. Any who wishes to see him must pass thru this gauntlet, while he watches amused. If one passes, then he has to present some knowledge or artifact worthy of his attention. Ancient is good, but new, unknown gadgets and machines are good too, if not better.
Viridi gadgets are among the underworlds´ best equipment. Just be warned that every single thing he build has a mechanism that injects poison into something, so you may to be sure that it injects it to someone else than you.
“Sir gorbati tonsky desmarabia Crimson-kun Von Marron”
Two things matter in Von Marron`s simple view of life: Fast vehicles and loud explosions, and I you can combine them, even better. The red devil`s talents are visible in his customized vehicles; blimps and floating boats become flying fortresses or sound breaking rockets under his able hand. His weapon of choice is magically fueled cannon which he carries around at all times and occasionally uses as a club. Of course, due to the fucking regulations, he can`t build firearms of use actual gunpowder, but he has managed fairly good, necessity being the mother of invention. Technically, TNT and nitroglycerin are not gunpowder, and his latest rail gun prototype explodes 80% less times that the last one! It takes a special mind to, upon discovery that angels are technically “sentient nuclear explosions”, to either try and can weaponize said explosion, or to make an engine out of it. If you need a vessel that can: 1) withstand a heavy assault, 2) retaliate with extreme prejudice, and 3) get the hell out really fast, this is the red devil you need.
Also all his weapon, armors, and vehicles come with a self destruct sequence installed. Be sure to ask which button makes everything explode. It`s usually the red one, but he has ran out of red buttons in the past and used other colors with uh, colorful results.
If you’re looking for a bloke who can twist his tongue in the most beguiling fashion, I know a golden bastard who is just the devil you’re looking for.
His name is Agapetos Van Gil, and he is my lawyer. I don’t usually get into situations unsolvable by my usual brand of violence, but he’s the guy I call when I have to negotiate with some of the more worrisome guilds, or when I need someone to talk down an enraged flock of Angels seeking to place my head on a spike. He is knowledgeable in the law, both that of the guilds and that of the code inscribed on all of those pigeons, and all those little customs that smooth things out.
He also hates Mammon with the sort of passion most reserve for drinking, fucking and killing. I’ve gathered, from the few times Agapetos made any mention of what happened between them, that it has something to do his tongue being scoured and branded as punishment for trying to swindle a branch manager of the Grand Dragon Bank. It left him incapable of properly enjoying food and drink, the poor bastard.
Oddly enough, I trust him with my life. It’s taken me a good 80 years to come to grips with that…
He is tall, gaunt and bony. His hair and teeth are both longer than one would expect, and said teeth are unfiled for the sake of giving his leer a bit more charm for those who can’t appreciate a proper set of chompers. He can often be found the Broken Geas, an ale house near Aesma’s Spine, imbibing the kind of liquor that you don’t so much is drink as you absorb through the sinuses.
If you want the best high flier in all of Throne, you don’t want to get some Lumbering Green. No, you want the services of Xipil the ascendant, a red devil capable of the greatest feats of acrobatics.
A spectacle worker, He can be found by his crimson jerkin, golden sash around his waist, and shining golden greaves and bracers. If iconic clothes are not enough, look for the prehensile feet and tail, which posses a dexterity that could give most hands a run for their money.
His face is recognizable enough, half a skull extending from the top of the ridge high on his forehead, to the bottom of his top mandible, with a pair of horns curling from his temples to just in front of the side of his mouth.
Not just an acrobat, but a warrior too, Xipil wields twin Kopeshes, curved blades he can use as both hook and sword. Able to use his blades to extend his reach, Xipil can get just that little bit further to get the job done.
If you want a job done by him though, it will have to be a real challenge. A milk run gets you laughed to yoour face, but mention an unscalable wall, or a odds that make a reasonable man blanche, and you have the services of one of the best. Just don’t think of trying to pull a fast one on him. It never ends well for anyone.
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