Yea, Was It sundered.
Its Walls, ancient and ruinous, felle afore the Will of the Lovers’ tendre Embrace.
In multiversal Flame did they permeate Yre, a Bond strong ‘nough to invade ev’ry fractal Alcove of the infinite Vault.
Unending Cuts uncut.
The Dragon shuddered and was styrred to move.
“Mine God,” uttered the Priestess of Aught, “Why moveth thine meak Frame? Rest yet, ye Master of Masters, the Count must onward press.”
“Nay,” spoketh the Dragon, a thousandfold Blades thrumming in his craw.
Vast and Unassailable the TOWER did ryse.
Bones acreaking carried Mammon beyond.
“Mine TOWER is felled.
Its Walls no longer withhold a countable Sum.
The Kiss, so tender from the Lyps of the KING, does soak the fabric of this place.
Love has touched the Air, and Coin, and Count, and Wall.
A TOWER may not stand on such Ground.
The Vault begone.
A Count finds no purchase in living soil.”
IA! IA!
AND LO!
The Dragon did crawl from hys Tomb and beheld True Creation once more.
Mammon-Voice attuned by Key, decreed ‘pon ev’ry World,
Well about 6 billion cio-allison shippers just had their ovaries destroyed. I’m not sure I’m surprised at the fan service, but I don’t really mind it either.
Well about six billion cio-allison shippers just had their ovaries destroyed. I’m not sure I’m surprised by the fan service, but I don’t mind it either
…and the crowd goes wild…
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??????
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……
!!!!!!!!!
IA! IA!
BEHOLD AN UNCOUNTABLE EXPANSE!
Yea, Was It sundered.
Its Walls, ancient and ruinous, felle afore the Will of the Lovers’ tendre Embrace.
In multiversal Flame did they permeate Yre, a Bond strong ‘nough to invade ev’ry fractal Alcove of the infinite Vault.
Unending Cuts uncut.
The Dragon shuddered and was styrred to move.
“Mine God,” uttered the Priestess of Aught, “Why moveth thine meak Frame? Rest yet, ye Master of Masters, the Count must onward press.”
“Nay,” spoketh the Dragon, a thousandfold Blades thrumming in his craw.
Vast and Unassailable the TOWER did ryse.
Bones acreaking carried Mammon beyond.
“Mine TOWER is felled.
Its Walls no longer withhold a countable Sum.
The Kiss, so tender from the Lyps of the KING, does soak the fabric of this place.
Love has touched the Air, and Coin, and Count, and Wall.
A TOWER may not stand on such Ground.
The Vault begone.
A Count finds no purchase in living soil.”
IA! IA!
AND LO!
The Dragon did crawl from hys Tomb and beheld True Creation once more.
Mammon-Voice attuned by Key, decreed ‘pon ev’ry World,
“Miss me with thine gay Shyte.”
“Miss me with thine gay Shyte.”
I’m dead forever.
“ok that was really nice but i *am* dying, cio”
As it was Foretold.
~~Love is a battlefield~~
Allison’s shirt would appear to be self-mending, to Cio’s great dismay.
breast and carapace,
tears upon the face,
Behind them, negative space.
just like in my animes…….
[Sink Numerous Ships]
Sink Six Billion Ships
Gaaaaay
(Keep it up)
Did not see that coming. At least not outside Rule34.
MUH SHIIIIIIIIIP
KISS SIX BILLION DEMONS
AW YEAAAH
Pucker up, Ally, only 599,999,999,999 to go!
How long one have to live?
Jesus Christ, it happened. I saw all the comments on the last panel but that’s actually the direction they took it in.
it’s about damn time
AAAAAAHHHHHHHH
Absolutely same my friend. Could not have said it better myself.
About a million cio-allison shippers just died. This is fan service, but I don’t think I mind it lmao.
UM.
Well about 6 billion cio-allison shippers just had their ovaries destroyed. I’m not sure I’m surprised at the fan service, but I don’t really mind it either.
wat
Well about six billion cio-allison shippers just had their ovaries destroyed. I’m not sure I’m surprised by the fan service, but I don’t mind it either
yay
‘Meanwhile, in Cio’s next fanfic chapter’
Fools, blood, gold and love