Seeker of Thrones 1-7
Chapter: 1
“It is unfortunate that the only near-complete and exquisitely detailed chronicle of the Rising King was so elaborately embellished [21].
[21] I use the word embellished here with both a great deal of care and an extreme and calculated distaste.”
Pangoxes, Meta-historian of the Retroactive Record Monks, Circa 35 Third Conquest
…Stunning. What admiration I have for this girl, to find such an incredible way of causing injury!
She is definitely learning how to be Royalty, if she has figured out how to cut with words (the other way).
Oh, that novel looks wonderfully horrible.
And I want to read every single line of it.
One thing I shall always be happy about.
I will likely never be important enough to have people writing fanfiction about my life.
Oh, you can always have that friend with the secret shipfic folder.
BTW: Shipfic Folder has a really good Vassal module, if anyone wants to figure out a time to play a round.
http://www.vassalengine.org/wiki/Module:Twilight_Sparkle%27s_Secret_Shipfic_Folder
Preem Diem, I am afraid you have spoken too soon.
*Takes out quill and ink bottle*
Well that aspect of mistress cio’s history sure was an unexpected revelation
At first I was like Wha~?
–but then I was like, That isn’t really so different from how my marriage worked out.
So far Kill Six Billion Demons is doing nothing to change my opinion on how terrible marriage is.
Also Allison you dummy that guy is a male Sphinx! A slovenly servant who neglects his duties now that there is no one to tell him what to do.
In truth, he is a hollowed servant-carcass into which a golden devil has jammed its chaotic bulk — or perhaps a lobotomized servant who has co-opted the cerebrospinal system of an imprisoned golden devil.
The question is as moot as whether the philosopher was a man dreaming of butterflies or a butterfly dreaming of men. Either way, the beast Praman Nand is, and we defy him at our peril.
I see you are unfamiliar with the subtler arts or the structured discipline of marriage.
Marriage is as a mirror, reflecting your own imperfections from the eyes of one who sees all of you.
Marriage is as a whetstone, sharpening you by grinding away your flaws.
Marriage is the smallest aspect of royalty – a husband rules his wife as she rules him.
Look only at its destructive aspects and you miss its inherent nobility.
“Love may forgive all infirmities and love still in spite of them; but Love cannot cease to will their removal. Love is more sensitive than hatred itself to every blemish in the beloved…Of all powers he forgives most, but he condones least; he is pleased with little, but demands all.”
– “The Problem of Pain” by C.S. Lewis, p. 39
Whoa, what. Cio is married to Praman Nand?
Also nice animu, Cio. :^)
Secreted in the Coat of Arms, a “How to Draw Manga” book sits forlorn and abandoned.
By secreted do you mean heavily dog-eared and annotated for maximum shoujo?
Holy shit Cio, Holy shit.
To lie in the face of God is the foremost Art.
Why would one do so, unless you had a better universe to tell?
Can one truly lie in the face of god? We are the lie yis tells un, or un tells yis. We are the lie that there is no Yisun. Can a fiction spout a fiction? Can a story tell itself to it’s author? I for one have never managed to be surprised at the twist endings of my own stories. Nor have i once believed a lie one of my characters told, even if they had convinced themselves. But then again, my ouvre is mostly made up of Diem based slashfiction. So maybe i’m just not trying hard enough to believe my own lies
Your reach outpaces your grasp, friend angel. It is important to start with lesser lies, more generally agreed on in their superiority to the mundane universe. As an example, consider that the world where a humble merchant’s hands can twist into magma-edged razor talons when an impudent sellsword draws steel on him is far more intriguing than the alternative.
Clearly we lie in the face of God every moment. We exist, do we not?
There are many heresies that have sprung from similar question, and while each of them are fascinating, I will focus on the Heresy of YISUN the Successor.
To answer your question, one can only truly lie to the face of god, or indeed spit in it, if you yourself are TRUE, else, you would lie falsely. But how can one be TRUE when YISUN, the creator, is a liar and you but his words? You cannot, thus YISUN must not be creator, but successor.
Dronral the Thrice Condemned first proposed this dreadful philosophy, and for it was executed on no fewer than a dozen occasions, with some sources claiming he met his demise over four score times in the course of a millenium. He put forth that there was once a world of TRUTH, where no Art could shift the nature of things, where all was of perfect form and was in accord with its nature. YISUN, he contends, was the perfect and TRUE form of division, and was inspired by the beauty He saw in this world to try His hand at creation. As His nature, was division, not creation, He failed miserably, and in a terrible rage, shattered the TRUE world. Beholding what crime He had committed in His rage, YISUN turned his division inward, and split His own TRUTH, and became YIS and UN, both liars. With this broken TRUTH, they formed the shattered remains of the TRUE world into the realm of lies we now inhabit. Dronral therefore characterizes discovering and reconstructing these fragments of TRUTH, an act known as the Craft of Mending, as undoing the sins of God.
Thus, one who had assembled in themselves a TRUE existence, an exercise that would take uncountable years, as the TRUTH can only be revealed through meticulously unraveling the many layers of lies that compose the world, such a person could TRULY lie to the face of god, and in doing so attain that same false godhood to which YISUN has laid claim.
All accounts of Dronral’s many executions make a point of how incredibly painful they were.
She is, indeed, a fan fiction writer.
Art is pain! Fanfiction is exercise threatened by exorcists! A dry author’s quill is like a volcano cursed to never usher magma’s ascent again: An undeniable good, with one victim, with apocalyptic consequences. I would be more specific on that future, but blindness is only a blessing for moles and fish. I am not a mole nor have I found anyone using chocolate bait on their hooks.
It is a civic duty to write fanfiction! Improve and contribute and one day we shall earn a place in the library of congress, staining it like an unidentified white subtance.
allison can laugh all she wants at cio’s self-insert fic but i refuse to believe she didnt/doesnt have lovingly elaborate sailor moon ocs of her own.
also, i see cio ships herself w/ allison harder than i ship her w/ allison & i am impressed and pleased with this development.
Something tells me that Praman Nand has more than one wife.
He has many concubines, and his white demon “daughters” but Cio held a unique position as the keeper of his ledgers and his money.
In my experience, that makes her his only true wife.
“This is your new accountant. Also your new wife.”
“Yeah, that’s cool.”
I love Throne sometimes.
Later:
“That looks cool. I wish I knew if I could afford it.”
Not sure whether to be excited or horrified at the alt text. Perhaps both.
With each passing page I find myself more and more deeply enthralled by this ridiculous devil. Someone please save me from myself.
I cannot, for I, too, am enthralled by Cio. Let us go down this black spiral together.
Any chance of getting some hints that Cio’s red leystone, like Maya’s, is a de-powered Key of Kings?
I think you’re quite mistaken, fellow Inheritor.
Mayaand Cio don’t need any key of Kings. Their power is (or used to be, in Cio’s case) far more greater than what a Key of King can offer.
In my good ol’times, when the Demiurges first entered Throne, I came back hastily from the edge of the Void, where I was fighting Devils, to Throne.
There, I witnessed with my eyes seven hundred Kings with shining leystones, all mastering the Art of Cutting, all wearing no Keys, as Zoss was still dealing with the Prime Angels.
I was out of breath. Indeed, how, how could it be that Perceivers held such an immense power, the power of the Gods? For a brief moment, I felt disgust towards the Law which limits us Angels so much.
Now, in the present days, I know the Law is not a curse, but a benediction of YISUN themselves.
Wow, I only just noticed that Preem Nand has a key in his forehead.
Likely the one that Cio stole.
It is interesting to go back an recognize elements that didn’t hold any meaning at the time.
Considering his high profile and fixed base of operations, one assumes that Praman Nand is a proper Magister, and not a key thief. Considering that Cio has history with both of them, one assumes that he is sworn to the Dragon.
Considering the esteemed Praman Nand’s profession, is it not more likely that we have found a Magister of Incubus?
Sharpness of tongue is not a pretty way to strike.
Many who sweep decorum would call it dishonest.
Of course, it is in fact the wild truth which wounds the most gravely.
That’s kinda hot.
Ahh marriage. This most peculiar institution crops up all over the multiverse. I take its ubiquity as one of the more intriguing examples of the twin drives of the offspring of YISUN. All things are driven to Divide and Unite: to Cut and to Heal.
The resolving of marital strife, resulting in a closer and more fulfilling union between partners, is one of the more common ways for healers to earn some coin and is somewhat of a specialty of mine. I look forward to analyzing the soon to be revealed relationships.
If she kills him, maybe he’ll sprout revitalizing peaches?
Perhaps, but she will also find that simply killing ones spouse does not end the relationship.
Wow.
Cio may write a thousand words, but her expressions are worth a thousand thousand.
The phrase you’re looking for is “one million”, angel.
Thank you, but I was not looking for any phrase at all, having found the one I wished to use. In a standard mathematical reckoning, a thousand thousand and one million are the same thing.
This is not the only reckoning one might use, however.
(The other reckoning may simply be that I like the word ‘thousand’ more.)
“Circa 35 Third Conquest”
At some point these probably become a chore for everyone involved
The Future!
Yes! And that is when things truly get bad. As the public intrest wanes, both sides have to come up with ever more ingenious ways to spark enthousiasmfor their cause. I heard of a tiny handed orange toned devil once who apearantly did quite well by spouting hatefull rhetoric and making debauched statements. I’m not quite shure if he got his conquest, but if i remember correctly he had quite the short temper (he’d send out messenger birds ’till deep in the night to tweet his hatefull messages to whoever invoked his wrath) so i would not be surprised if he did
It is easy to do well when your oponents fail to realise that few believe their deceit.
Oh
Oh my
I can’t wait to see how she talks her way out of this one.
Jeepers, that’s some industrial grade cringe inducing fanfic writing!
The cringe isn’t in the writing. It’s in the wanting to read!
Circa 35 Third Conquest
At some point conquests probably become a just a minor nuisance for everyone involved
I fucking love this comic so much
If it’s any consolation, Cio, we knew you were a huge dork XD
Pity Abbadon couldn’t fit Princess Mamoru’s face in this page. That would have been glorious.