Her husband’s peaches were her key to immortality, and he is gone. Well and truly. There’s no doubt that she has some great store of fruit somewhere in the Palace of Radiance, but the source of it has gone violently dry.
The only food that ever mattered is in scant supply, and her hunger has only ever grown through the centuries.
She can see Death coming for her. And so she clings to whatever straw she can find and scrabbles for anything to stave it off until she can find some new trick to keep from being crow-food.
So desperate she is, looking for a chunk of Providence to see her through.
That, or the agelessness of a Demiurge is tied to her state of mind. When you’re old, tired, and feel the endless passage of time in your ever fiber, of course you’re going to wither like a husk.
Mother Om just needed some proper motivation. And damnation, did she find it.
I dunno. I mean, presumably, the stars upon their brows are of equal power, as tremendous as they might be. This leaves the dispute to be determined by the smaller details. In the way that a scale upon which mountains are balanced may be unbalanced by a single feather in the right place, the match between the the terrible and awesome might of the gods might be decided by the fact that, at the end of the day, Mottom is a scared old woman and Mammon is a motherfucking dragon.
Whelp, she’s gone off the deep end.
As sad as it is to see such a beautiful city go, it is only just that the decadents suffer the same fate as the worlds their gluttony ravaged
Always a useful skill. Strange that there are no universal gestures for apology. In fact I can hardly think of any such gestures that are not crude. What a shame.
How beautiful, is she! Raven black, yet elegant with flames that lick the stars… However, she is simply so rude. Her tone, her expression, her prose! Mammon is more than simply a lizard, he is the Grandest of Fathers, Unable to Attract Hatred! Mottom, o why must you shred my heart?
WELL THAT’S NO PARTY. >:(
With the way the city is on fire, it seems to be more soccer-riot than spring-break.
DING DONG THE WITCH IS HERE
We’ve seen David Bowie. Now do we get to see Leonardo DiCaprio at the bow of this titanic city?
I’m the king of the world!
Im sure water won’t work this time
~And the whirlwind~
~Is in the thorn tree~
~It’s hard for thee to see against the pricks~
Cultivating Y as it used to be
Sounds like a dangerous job to me
(When the wind gets up it’s hard to see)
It is unwise to confuse lizards with dragons, she who bears the word GLORY should know it well.
..now that is a spectacular entrance.
YESSS. GO GET ‘EM, NADIA
hate burns like fire.
=//=
FIRE BURNS THE UNSUSPECTING.
I’m not sure whether it would be more interesting to see Mammon fight or accept defeat and have a frustratingly non-confrontational discussion
i’d love to see more of him alive, tho 🙁
Think of the count!
SOMETIMES IT GOES DOWN.
Epicycles.
Villains always make the best entrances. It’s practically a requirement.
it’s all in the PRESENTATION!!
PRESENTATION!
Looks like she figured out that aging problem.
Botox FTW.
Well isn’t that just peachy.
Nay.
Her husband’s peaches were her key to immortality, and he is gone. Well and truly. There’s no doubt that she has some great store of fruit somewhere in the Palace of Radiance, but the source of it has gone violently dry.
The only food that ever mattered is in scant supply, and her hunger has only ever grown through the centuries.
She can see Death coming for her. And so she clings to whatever straw she can find and scrabbles for anything to stave it off until she can find some new trick to keep from being crow-food.
So desperate she is, looking for a chunk of Providence to see her through.
Probably just some leftover fruit.
That, or the agelessness of a Demiurge is tied to her state of mind. When you’re old, tired, and feel the endless passage of time in your ever fiber, of course you’re going to wither like a husk.
Mother Om just needed some proper motivation. And damnation, did she find it.
It’s war, then.
Hi Auntie Mottom
Is she going to anger grandpa dragon? I mean I hope she does, this gon be good.
He’s not angry, just disappointed. And also miffed, which is totally different.
I mean, it’s not like he didn’t have someplace to park her city. She didn’t have to be so impatient.
I do believe this outburst means the Seven Heads of the Beast have become Six.
People keep saying that, but lo,
one of the heads of the beast seemed to have sustained a mortal wound,
but the mortal wound was healed,
and the whole earth marveled after the beast.
She had it all. Triumph arc, altar, amphitheater, and a little city behind her.
Tough bet, but I guess Mammon dies first.
I dunno. I mean, presumably, the stars upon their brows are of equal power, as tremendous as they might be. This leaves the dispute to be determined by the smaller details. In the way that a scale upon which mountains are balanced may be unbalanced by a single feather in the right place, the match between the the terrible and awesome might of the gods might be decided by the fact that, at the end of the day, Mottom is a scared old woman and Mammon is a motherfucking dragon.
Nay lad-king, ya got it backward. Mammon is a tired ol’ dragon and Mottom is a motherfucking ol’ woman. An’ she got tha high ground there.
Eeeh, who am I kiddin’? She disturbed tha count. She’s toast.
Though Mammon probably doesn’t want to fight, as he seems to be the most non-confrontational being of power we’ve seen thus far.
I think she might be a little mad about that whole “turbobitch” incident. Alison saying she’s sorry might not becalm THIS demiurge…
Those with ill intent rarely consider the value of truth.
Violence is exceedingly honest.
If it can be destroyed by the truth, it deserves to be destroyed by the truth.
000001 is about to put the “ax” into”accidental deicide via mimics from the ceiling”
Then why won’t she?
Whelp, she’s gone off the deep end.
As sad as it is to see such a beautiful city go, it is only just that the decadents suffer the same fate as the worlds their gluttony ravaged
THE IMPERATRIX OF THE GATES OF FIRE COMES
MOTHER OM
IMPERIATRIX OF THE GATES OF FIRE
BEARER OF THE WORD GLORY
AND GODDESS OF THE SEVEN-PART WORLD
I was thinking the same thing!
All Hail the blood flower whose wheels are iron and brow is brass. May Glory flow unto and from her for all time.
TAKING THE DEFINITION OF TURBOBITCH TO THE NEXT LEVEL
Oh, hey, I guess someone found an extra stash of immortality peaches.
They’re just not the same canned : (
They’ve fermented a little, go down with a burn. That’s one flaming, angry drunk she’s got on there.
It is extraordinarily rude to call a dragon a lizard.
She may be asked to apologize.
Always a useful skill. Strange that there are no universal gestures for apology. In fact I can hardly think of any such gestures that are not crude. What a shame.
At the very least, compare him to the Tyrant Lizard King.
How beautiful, is she! Raven black, yet elegant with flames that lick the stars… However, she is simply so rude. Her tone, her expression, her prose! Mammon is more than simply a lizard, he is the Grandest of Fathers, Unable to Attract Hatred! Mottom, o why must you shred my heart?