Probably EVERYTHING REGARDING WHO THE DEMIURGES ARE, THEIR AGENDAS, AND HOW THE MULTIVERSE FUNCTIONS.
And, I dunno, probably something regarding her past self.
My suspicion is that Cio has some history with the Dread Mammon, He of the Vile Hoard.
Perhaps regarding the theft of a Key.
After all, we know that Cio is quite capable: Why was she in durance vile with a creature like Preem Nand? Perhaps because she was stripped of much of her power by an angry Demiurge and sold as a concubine-wife to the vile, but very wealthy slaver, as punishment befitting one as proud as she.
One should never trust a devil’s cooking; firstly, because they are bizarrely fond of capsaicin, salt, pepper, wasabi, bitter herbs and soy sauce all in the same pot, and secondly, because nine times out of ten, the overwhelming flavor of the dish conceals the fact that the devil has forgotten that (at least for those of us possessed of cooler flames) tobacco is not a seasoning, and ninety-eight proof glass-cleaning alcohol is not a marinade.
How dare ye! Tha bobbly-headed heateater!
Of all my many masters, never once have any had anything but praise for my cooking! Even the ones I poisoned! My present master had even cited my culinary skills in his binding of me! Perhaps if tha had a tongue to taste and more than heat in thy skull tha would know!
Devil, I would suggest you still your tongue, but — considering the verdant affection for loathsome sweets and bilious, steaming rum, which, on one memorable occasion, I saw choke a young vatra into unconsciousness with its fumes alone — I doubt you’ve retained enough sensation in it to know whether it was still.
Give the guy a break. It took me several years and a few nights with a party of suicidal iron defilers to get accustomed to the idea of liquid heat glaze on my chocolate muffins. Broader perspective makes for better company, I agree, but substituting basil for tanned stomach skin is something that takes time, you know?
I believe you have not experienced the cooking of our finest Sous-chefs. Asbestos pie with Ghost-pepper ice cream is to burn for, the Rock salt soda refreshing as air, and My personal favorite thing to smoke with such delicacies is a sun-dried nightshade leaf that has had a bottle of Black Mask Whiskey evaporated upon it mixed with a hint of burning hair. All this of course, is to be cooked with only the blackest flame of an unmasked demon, myself excluded.
-from the lips of the Hirophant of Demons whose word is gospel,
Primordial Am-Sxhad Who Breaks Masks And Forged His Own Name
The Red City, when seen on it’s side almost seems to resemble something… Something thin… something enlightening… something vowel-ish… eh, whatever, I’m late for bed.
Were the creditors those who owed the captain money, those to whom the captain owed money, or the insurance agents? Was it good or bad for him when he discovered they’d fled Throne?
Nyave’s compassion may prove a balancing force in days to come. One these travelers desperately need.
Also, the Yamga looks familiar. I think I might have journeyed on it, once. Of course, since I was in a crate at the time, I could be wrong. (Don’t ask.)
Nyave has a conscience and some emotional awareness, all things lacking in in the modern kalpa. Her sensitivity and wisdom are sorely needed amongst this lot. She is even attempting a rudimentary healing.
They will have to deal with that. After all, what are the concerns of mere demons angels and humans to a true king. One who’s will can cut creation. One who could stand in the face of god and strike without thought and hesitation. However they feel about it they are the wind, and she is the mountain. No matter how hard the winds blow, the mountain cannot yield. Zaid IS important. Perhaps, at this point, only second in importance to Al-Yis-Un. Simply because she said so
Of the two demons in that cabin, I’m not quite sure which of the two is more dangerous to AL-YIS-UN. One the one hand Princess Mamoru has a knife and a look on their face that suggests they’re imagining AL-YIS is the carrot. On the other hand, Cio is busy cooking something for her to eat, and frankly the idea of eating what a demon finds edible is not an…enticing prospect to say the least!
Al-yis-un pierced by the vines of the mother queen
Flesh made holy, sanctified by blood and sorrow
Weep, oh holy mother. Weep for the coming war
The king of kings lays waste to stagnation
There have never been truer words spoken than “If you wish to find Royalty, look for where the biggest shit is going down.” As much of a truth as anything can be, anyways.
But only slightly less true is the phrase “Two of Royalty in the same place is a critical mass.” The comparison to certain types of UN-enlightened bomb left UN-said, of course.
That is the formerly Ebon Devil formerly known as Vladok. now a little blue imp like Cup and myself, however. And known as Princess (etc etc etc.) Though I speculate the darker color means they’re a liittle closer to Red than normal.
Princess? Princess WAS the Ebon demon Vladok, and is now the Blue demon Princess Mamoru Moonshine Jagermeister Jack Jack Daniels Timothy Tim Bill Freddy Mercury Blueberry Luna, Esquire. The dark skinned human Nyave is/was the sacrifice to Mother Om that Alison impersonated and therefore saved in order to reach the floating palace.
Pensive Exultation encompassing Astonishing Revelation of Self
I am very pleased to see that Princess Mamoru Moonshine Jagermeister Jack Jack Daniels Timothy Tim Bill Freddy Mercury Blueberry Luna, Esquire has joined the group.
“Just follow the explosions” certainly seems like an excellent mandate to default to when searching for a protagonist. Perhaps it could even be a form of job-hunting on some worlds: Go to the site of an explosion –> Find whoever wore enough plot armor to survive –> join their team –> ??? –> reap the gains
Hmph… Sibling White Chain’s remark would suggest to me that our lovely Cio stole the Key she once possessed from the Grand Dragon. A most interesting development.
It would also appear that Cio saved our Rising King’s mortal blade and properly stowed it in oilcloth. As mighty as the Blade of Want is, a greatsword like that will be more befitting the hero of a tale such as the one Cio wishes to write.
With Princess helping Cio in the kitchen, this one can not help but wonder if Cio has adopted her as part of an elaborate scheme to ship herself with Allison by way of a nuclear family, knowing that she craves normality in life.
Information is ammunition
But for whom and how will it be used?
Is there a plan?
There is always a plan.
Is it a cunning plan?
Yes, it is a most devious and cunning plan.
That is why we have a plan B.
I wonder how those gathered have gotten along without ALL-YISUN’s disaster-trailing consciousness to link them; a human girl, two devils and a member of the Host hardly make comfortable bedfellows, sordid novels to the contrary notwithstanding.
“Explosions, yes. Also you rescued Nyave from the palace, hired Princess to take you there, physically went there with Cio, and White Chain is a space cop.”
I dont know, but i must say i were kind of hoping she had teleported the ship and the whole crew bak to her appartment 😛 But this is more along the lines of what i were expexting.
Oh, for the life of a warlord accountant!
THE CRIMSON PERMANENT ASSURANCE!
To find, explore
The funds offshore
And skirt the shoals of Bankruptcy!
Not that different from typical warlordry. You just stop calling them retaliatory massacres and start calling them “balancing.”
She knew?
She knew.
I believe her startled countenance may be the result of her past misadventures involving a stolen key of kings.
I wonder what important piece of information Cio neglected to share.
Probably EVERYTHING REGARDING WHO THE DEMIURGES ARE, THEIR AGENDAS, AND HOW THE MULTIVERSE FUNCTIONS.
And, I dunno, probably something regarding her past self.
Glad I’m not the only one who so suspects.
My suspicion is that Cio has some history with the Dread Mammon, He of the Vile Hoard.
Perhaps regarding the theft of a Key.
After all, we know that Cio is quite capable: Why was she in durance vile with a creature like Preem Nand? Perhaps because she was stripped of much of her power by an angry Demiurge and sold as a concubine-wife to the vile, but very wealthy slaver, as punishment befitting one as proud as she.
A sad supposition. I find that I hope I am wrong.
I hope you are right, about the first part at least.
I love Princess, so salty and scowly. Also digging Nyave’s look here.
You’d be too.
And so we go.
One should never trust a devil’s cooking; firstly, because they are bizarrely fond of capsaicin, salt, pepper, wasabi, bitter herbs and soy sauce all in the same pot, and secondly, because nine times out of ten, the overwhelming flavor of the dish conceals the fact that the devil has forgotten that (at least for those of us possessed of cooler flames) tobacco is not a seasoning, and ninety-eight proof glass-cleaning alcohol is not a marinade.
How dare ye! Tha bobbly-headed heateater!
Of all my many masters, never once have any had anything but praise for my cooking! Even the ones I poisoned! My present master had even cited my culinary skills in his binding of me! Perhaps if tha had a tongue to taste and more than heat in thy skull tha would know!
Devil, I would suggest you still your tongue, but — considering the verdant affection for loathsome sweets and bilious, steaming rum, which, on one memorable occasion, I saw choke a young vatra into unconsciousness with its fumes alone — I doubt you’ve retained enough sensation in it to know whether it was still.
Give the guy a break. It took me several years and a few nights with a party of suicidal iron defilers to get accustomed to the idea of liquid heat glaze on my chocolate muffins. Broader perspective makes for better company, I agree, but substituting basil for tanned stomach skin is something that takes time, you know?
Wait, what!? Dammit, now I have to re-evaluate my entire cookbook. I *knew* that red devil’s asking price for it was suspiciously low…
Also there is the fact that they will poison you on purpose.
I believe you have not experienced the cooking of our finest Sous-chefs. Asbestos pie with Ghost-pepper ice cream is to burn for, the Rock salt soda refreshing as air, and My personal favorite thing to smoke with such delicacies is a sun-dried nightshade leaf that has had a bottle of Black Mask Whiskey evaporated upon it mixed with a hint of burning hair. All this of course, is to be cooked with only the blackest flame of an unmasked demon, myself excluded.
-from the lips of the Hirophant of Demons whose word is gospel,
Primordial Am-Sxhad Who Breaks Masks And Forged His Own Name
Oddly enough, barring the tobacco, every other thing listed there is standard in my real world cooking. I call it a stir fry.
I’m pretty sure I could make tobacco work, especially if I pickled it first.
The Red City, when seen on it’s side almost seems to resemble something… Something thin… something enlightening… something vowel-ish… eh, whatever, I’m late for bed.
The Quangle-Wangle’s hat, I`d say.
a GIANT HAT
Albeit somewhat wheel shaped.
The wheel is the tower, the self is the all, the I is nought but a lie.
Were the creditors those who owed the captain money, those to whom the captain owed money, or the insurance agents? Was it good or bad for him when he discovered they’d fled Throne?
Yes to all the above, I suppose.
Nyave’s compassion may prove a balancing force in days to come. One these travelers desperately need.
Also, the Yamga looks familiar. I think I might have journeyed on it, once. Of course, since I was in a crate at the time, I could be wrong. (Don’t ask.)
They’re not going to Mammon’s are they
Dude have you seen the cover
Of course not, as true royalty Alison will go through Mammon.
This one suspects that we shall soon be seeing the beginnings of a prison break!
Looks like getting some stitches to close those open wounds might be advisable.
Nyave has a conscience and some emotional awareness, all things lacking in in the modern kalpa. Her sensitivity and wisdom are sorely needed amongst this lot. She is even attempting a rudimentary healing.
Oh dear. I sense that Cio has visited this place before, when she was more Ebon, and departed one Key heavier.
I wonder if Mammon has noticed yet? Because if he has, he certainly hasn’t forgiven.
I like how these winces don’t go over anyone’s head.
If the captain’s creditor’s fled, does that mean he had more money than expected?
Also, I’m betting Cio has something of a history with Mammon. She did steal someone else’s key at one point. Maybe it was his.
The city is beautiful from here… What happens if someone falls off…
What from external seats maybe sloth
I know in my own case is truly exhaustion.
But that does not mean one should not enjoy the rest.
So about Cio and Mammon.
Either she robbed him, or she fucked him.
Looking at his picture, I’m hoping she stole one of his 111,111,111 keys.
For a devil there is seldom any difference between the two.
I’m not sure if Alison gets that she’s the only one in the room who gives any shits about Zaid.
They will have to deal with that. After all, what are the concerns of mere demons angels and humans to a true king. One who’s will can cut creation. One who could stand in the face of god and strike without thought and hesitation. However they feel about it they are the wind, and she is the mountain. No matter how hard the winds blow, the mountain cannot yield. Zaid IS important. Perhaps, at this point, only second in importance to Al-Yis-Un. Simply because she said so
What is yours is Mammon’s, and what is Mammon’s is Mammon’s.
The face of yon Princess in the second panel seems very similar to my own. Possibly this is because I am up before dawn on this benighted world.
Of the two demons in that cabin, I’m not quite sure which of the two is more dangerous to AL-YIS-UN. One the one hand Princess Mamoru has a knife and a look on their face that suggests they’re imagining AL-YIS is the carrot. On the other hand, Cio is busy cooking something for her to eat, and frankly the idea of eating what a demon finds edible is not an…enticing prospect to say the least!
Al-yis-un pierced by the vines of the mother queen
Flesh made holy, sanctified by blood and sorrow
Weep, oh holy mother. Weep for the coming war
The king of kings lays waste to stagnation
What’s this I see? The sword of the King! I am satisfied.
There have never been truer words spoken than “If you wish to find Royalty, look for where the biggest shit is going down.” As much of a truth as anything can be, anyways.
But only slightly less true is the phrase “Two of Royalty in the same place is a critical mass.” The comparison to certain types of UN-enlightened bomb left UN-said, of course.
Tha got a booty like dayum.
I choked on my coffee. Nice one.
TOLD HER WHAT, ARGH, THE CONTEXT LEAVES ME CONFUSED
This mystery is the koan which we are to contemplate until the next update.
Please, share in some wild guessing with us.
It is most relaxing.
Why are the wounds still bleeding after an entire day of nothing but sleeping?
Big wounds.
Vitamin K antagonist sap
You ever been savaged by a wild animal?
Better, Preem Ten Frugal, to ask why wounds inflicted by a demiurge’s wrath made manifest can heal at all.
Oh dear. She knows not what she gets herself into but realizes that her most boon companion neglected to inform her.
Good thing Nyave is competent at first aid. Methinks the Rising King will need plenty of that before this quest is through.
Especially if she insists on taking on each of the Demiurges in turn, with nary a thought of rest.
That moment when you realized your friend wants to steal from a dragon.
This basically describes every waking moment spent in the employ of my sixteenth master.
Dragon by title or dragon by biology, it makes little difference. Both are equally fearsome.
Woo yeah void-sailing, favorite sport right next to void-fishing and void-pillaging.
In the word of the holy virgin Mary “What?”
Real question: That’s water pouring off of the edge of Throne, right?
Where’s it going? Does it dematerialize? Where’s it come from if it just pours off forever?
checkmate, atheists
It cycles back up with the void drafts and becomes rain
God is dead.
Arrangements are made.
Er…who’s the dimunitive Black Devil?
That’s the lovely Princess, and she’s Blue. There was drinking contest, and she was both the loser and apparently the prize.
http://killsixbilliondemons.com/comic/wielder-of-names-2-34/
That is the formerly Ebon Devil formerly known as Vladok. now a little blue imp like Cup and myself, however. And known as Princess (etc etc etc.) Though I speculate the darker color means they’re a liittle closer to Red than normal.
Perhaps because everyone keeps referring to her as just “Princess.” She’s losing her other names.
Though if such were the case, I suspect Cio would have regained ebon long ago.
Princess Mamoru Moonshine Jagermeister Jack Jack Daniels Timothy Tim Bill Freddy Mercury Blueberry Luna, Esquire.
For those hard of memory, she used to be Vladok the Black Devil, before Allison bound the shit out of him and got him demoted.
Hmm, did you lose you name in a bet too? And are you talking about Princess? She is the one Allison rebound.
Princess? Princess WAS the Ebon demon Vladok, and is now the Blue demon Princess Mamoru Moonshine Jagermeister Jack Jack Daniels Timothy Tim Bill Freddy Mercury Blueberry Luna, Esquire. The dark skinned human Nyave is/was the sacrifice to Mother Om that Alison impersonated and therefore saved in order to reach the floating palace.
Fecal matter will exert kinetic force on a negative vertical direction.
Glad the captain landed on his feet.
I am very pleased to see that Princess Mamoru Moonshine Jagermeister Jack Jack Daniels Timothy Tim Bill Freddy Mercury Blueberry Luna, Esquire has joined the group.
Ah, warlord accountant. The noble profession of my youth.
Alas, all the numbers grew too much for me so I reduced them all to zero.
*looks at the comments* Ooh, someone’s read Slaughterhouse 5 :3c
Told her which — that Mammon’s another demigod, or that Zaid’s in worse trouble than that?
“Just follow the explosions” certainly seems like an excellent mandate to default to when searching for a protagonist. Perhaps it could even be a form of job-hunting on some worlds: Go to the site of an explosion –> Find whoever wore enough plot armor to survive –> join their team –> ??? –> reap the gains
This is usually how I locate my masters whenever separated.
Come on White Chain, help out with the cooking at least. Even angels have to do their part in the kitchen.
Who is piloting this airborne grrrrl power clubhouse?
Hmph… Sibling White Chain’s remark would suggest to me that our lovely Cio stole the Key she once possessed from the Grand Dragon. A most interesting development.
It would also appear that Cio saved our Rising King’s mortal blade and properly stowed it in oilcloth. As mighty as the Blade of Want is, a greatsword like that will be more befitting the hero of a tale such as the one Cio wishes to write.
Of late, the demon formerly known as Vladok has been looking increasingly shifty. One suspects she may have ulterior motives for tagging along.
“I’ve found out where my cat is. The president of the United States has her, and he’s storing her in some place called Fort Knox.”
Yes! You have provided the perfect analogy!
Ok. I’m done. Suddenly Cios voice in my head changed and she have scottish accent. And I can’t get rid of it.
The Devils all sound like they’re from the north of England to me, probably because I am as well.
But why would you want to 😀
Aye and O’ seem to imply that or a nautical accent.
Perhaps being on a ship replaces her Black Speech with a pirate voice.
aww it was bound to happen that I caught up to the artist oh well now begins the waiting game.
Have to say I have loved every last bit so far
Have you read the Liturgy, the Tumblr Askblog of Ys-Voya and the wiki?
They may help fend off the cravings for more of Abbadon’s brand of insanity.
I love your interiors.
Interior, Crocodile, Aligator
I drive a chevrolet movie theatre.
With Princess helping Cio in the kitchen, this one can not help but wonder if Cio has adopted her as part of an elaborate scheme to ship herself with Allison by way of a nuclear family, knowing that she craves normality in life.
Personally I wish her success.
The demiurges lose some of their most talented underlings to the Golden Army. It is perhaps Incubus’ most brilliant maneuver in the game.
I am of course as far away as possible from receiving such an offer, but if it were made, hrm….
One should never join an army where it is too dangerous to slay the leader and reap all the spoils of war for yourself.
I assume following this advice was instrumental in making you the vagrant you are today?
Once again, it seems the Alison is left out of the loop. Seems fitting that royalty be so ignorant, lest the fail to see the true nature of the wheel.
Information is ammunition
But for whom and how will it be used?
Is there a plan?
There is always a plan.
Is it a cunning plan?
Yes, it is a most devious and cunning plan.
That is why we have a plan B.
More importantly: is that Lillian from GGaR in your id picture? :DDD
So, is White Chain now a Beggar Knight?
Clang.
Has there always been a moon above the Red City? I suspect there may be a worthy tale or two regarding this…
Cio seems to be in possession of a rather more domestic nature than I expected.
Cio for demon wife of the year!
i love that cio wears shoulder pads…
Also, this must be one of the motley-est crews ever.
Well within tolerances.
Every rousing adventure begins with a damsel in distress, a worthy sea and/or transdimensional semi-space faring ship, and a band of five (wo)men.
Even if it took several chapters, denying thine destiny more than thrice, and having all of your limbs punctured by peach-tree vines.
I can hardly wait!
I wonder how those gathered have gotten along without ALL-YISUN’s disaster-trailing consciousness to link them; a human girl, two devils and a member of the Host hardly make comfortable bedfellows, sordid novels to the contrary notwithstanding.
Huh, I don’t think we’ve ever seen throne form that angle.
It seems like it lacks a very large turtle, and maybe a couple of elephants.
Please respond, Abaddon, I’m invested now. Is the Captain’s retirement going to go okay without his creditors?
>> The explosions.
>> Definitely the explosions.
Sardonic Fatalism says that, no matter what, just wait for an explosion. There be she…
If one wishes to find AL-YISUN, one must merely follow the explosions.
Okay, what’s that sun made out of?
This is really starting to get good
I love me some Treasure Planet style sailing ships in space
Unless they have healing magic or a miraculous salve shouldn’t they be getting Allison to a surgeon? Those wounds are pretty freaking serious.
Cio’s butt…
*coughs*
Anyways, I feel we’re going to get a lovingly detailed explanation as to why breaching this Yre will be more difficult than showing up Mottom.
I cannot bear how cute Cio is. I cannot take it. It is difficult.
RAAAH JUST LOOK AT HER!! Look at her little ribbon in her hair! Look at her pants! Stop being a cute!!!
“Explosions, yes. Also you rescued Nyave from the palace, hired Princess to take you there, physically went there with Cio, and White Chain is a space cop.”
I dont know, but i must say i were kind of hoping she had teleported the ship and the whole crew bak to her appartment 😛 But this is more along the lines of what i were expexting.
This alt-text reads like something from a Hitchhiker’s book. I love it.