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?
Lightning strikes brilliantly, savagely, against the gilded tower. Gold and glitter burns with fire as it melts into molten rivers, consuming the land in smoky ash.
She always had the capacity to stay young and beautiful.
She preferred the lie that her dead husband drove her to cruel ends.
She was always the monster feeding on the blood of her victims.
The city is probably on fire because it just crashed through a bank with infinite manifold recursions. It’s only for Mottom’s power that it’s even still intact after all that.
As for her youth, there are a number of possibilities. One is that Mother Om has quite a few youth-restoring methods lying around, in case her husband-tree ever got destroyed. Elixirs of life, purifying alchemical baths, rites of restoration, rituals of regeneration. She prefers the fruit because it’s quick and easy, and could be fed by that most abundant of resources: wives. Other methods are likely harder, more costly, more time-intensive, and may even require rare material components. Some may even be methods she can only ever use once, so she saved for a rainy day. When your immortality is conditional, and you have thousands of years to kill, you’ll explore other avenues.
Alternatively, her aging may have been psychosomatic the whole time. That is, bearing a key in the forehead may have properties of longevity. How else do you think Zoss and the other Demiurges managed to live so long? The hitch being that one’s physical state is tied to one’s state of mind. If you feel old, you’ll definitely LOOK old. It’s why I doubt Solomon David has had any problems with his own body, as his self-confidence is inexhaustible. Mottom, meanwhile, has FELT the passage of time, and it wears on her. Time is like water, ever flowing through her fingers. This is likely also what afflicts Mammon, who has had nothing but the Count to occupy him. Filled with regret and the weight of years, it’s understandable he would also look old.
At the moment, though, Mottom has had a righteous kick in the pants. She’s pissed, and that rage has motivated her to shake off the dust and move. In that way, Allison almost did the woman a favor. Petty compensation, that…
There is a great shuddering in the heavens, it seems the rusted gears of fate and their machinations are finally stirring to action once again. Let the rot be washed away with swift, furious action!
Hey Mother Om, look! Allison Ruth freed you from your burden!
Are you here to thank her?
Surely you aren’t here in undue rage. You were the one who wished to be free of the burden of rule, of feeding your gluttonous court. And now, our gluttonous court appears to be aflame.
… I object to the other reasons but speaking as a mercenary that actually makes sense.
Sleep on the ground in your armor the first time, you’ll feel a crick in your back and in your neck in the morning. Sleep on the ground in your armor for years, and it’s a warmer comfort than a hearth. Then, when you try to sleep in a bed, without your armor, all those cricks come back. Maybe Mother Om’s eons of rule have grown into her, and for all her fear and hate of it, she needs it after all; the bed is too soft without it.
Alternatively her actual literal bed might have also been caught in the inferno and that’s what she’s making a fuss about.
True, but she also kind of NEEDED that court to manage her empire. Between that and the threat of ages catching up to her, Mottom is kind of afraid of what will happen to the universe when her dominion falls. The six other demiurges working together was the only thing keeping the Big Red Idiot in check.
Then again, maybe Mottom really is JUST THAT PISSED.
This is the single most metal entrance I have ever seen. Crashing to the heart of an infinite labyrinth with your own floating city, uncaring of the damage and suffering you’re causing to either the target or your own people, so consumed with vengeance that you ride undaunted and unscathed at the fore of your own flaming city as it batters it’s way through the walls, all so you can demand your quarry that much sooner
Assuming Mottom didn’t have to submit to the will of one of her fellows to sustain her life and figured out a non-demon peach way to survive, I’d say she owes Allison a favor. Her new method is probably also horrible though.
Hrmm… I seem to recall Mother Om’s city was previously filthy with approximately 100 uninvited party guests. This should get interesting really quickly!
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?
Be still, my heart!
Not a good idea. Bad for the circulation, y’know.
SURRENDER DOROTHY
Gold-star comment right there!
“Dorothy? Who’s Dorothy?”
“The Lizard will explain it!”
I HAVE THE HIGH GROUND
Ah, my favorite bit of local ephemera / graffiti
https://www.washingtonpost.com/local/surrender-dorothy-painted-on-a-beltway-overpass//whats-the-story/2011/06/23/AGduf6kH_story.html?utm_term=.1091a3b0b72e
Also now in beer form:
https://www.beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/40997/209607/
Lightning strikes brilliantly, savagely, against the gilded tower. Gold and glitter burns with fire as it melts into molten rivers, consuming the land in smoky ash.
Oh fuck me. That is a Look™
Now arriving in the inventory of mood wholesalers near you, due to size!
KICK HER ASS, MAMMON!
IT ALL COMES TUMBLING DOWN TUMBLING DOWN TUMBLING DOWN
Oh dear. She seems a tad peeved
So Mottom is young again? Interesting. Did she have more fruit somewhere? Or is this some kind of illusion? And why is the city on fire?
Anyway… that’s one heck of an entrance.
I expect the fire never went out.
She always had the capacity to stay young and beautiful.
She preferred the lie that her dead husband drove her to cruel ends.
She was always the monster feeding on the blood of her victims.
The city is probably on fire because it just crashed through a bank with infinite manifold recursions. It’s only for Mottom’s power that it’s even still intact after all that.
As for her youth, there are a number of possibilities. One is that Mother Om has quite a few youth-restoring methods lying around, in case her husband-tree ever got destroyed. Elixirs of life, purifying alchemical baths, rites of restoration, rituals of regeneration. She prefers the fruit because it’s quick and easy, and could be fed by that most abundant of resources: wives. Other methods are likely harder, more costly, more time-intensive, and may even require rare material components. Some may even be methods she can only ever use once, so she saved for a rainy day. When your immortality is conditional, and you have thousands of years to kill, you’ll explore other avenues.
Alternatively, her aging may have been psychosomatic the whole time. That is, bearing a key in the forehead may have properties of longevity. How else do you think Zoss and the other Demiurges managed to live so long? The hitch being that one’s physical state is tied to one’s state of mind. If you feel old, you’ll definitely LOOK old. It’s why I doubt Solomon David has had any problems with his own body, as his self-confidence is inexhaustible. Mottom, meanwhile, has FELT the passage of time, and it wears on her. Time is like water, ever flowing through her fingers. This is likely also what afflicts Mammon, who has had nothing but the Count to occupy him. Filled with regret and the weight of years, it’s understandable he would also look old.
At the moment, though, Mottom has had a righteous kick in the pants. She’s pissed, and that rage has motivated her to shake off the dust and move. In that way, Allison almost did the woman a favor. Petty compensation, that…
Well, at least she looks great for her age.
The burning palace in the sky did blaze
And the High Caste could do naught but gaze
As the horrid GLORY shrieked with hate
And so brought down a terrible fate
I don’t recall inviting this devil in.
HAT!
HAT!
Also: She mad
That’s a big bird.
BIRDBIRDBIRDBIRDBIRD
Mottom, those pauldrons, what are you even doing?
Our Mottom’s going down swinging I see. Good on her.
There is a great shuddering in the heavens, it seems the rusted gears of fate and their machinations are finally stirring to action once again. Let the rot be washed away with swift, furious action!
Hey Mother Om, look! Allison Ruth freed you from your burden!
Are you here to thank her?
Surely you aren’t here in undue rage. You were the one who wished to be free of the burden of rule, of feeding your gluttonous court. And now, our gluttonous court appears to be aflame.
“Give me my burden back!” she screams from the heavens. Her shoulders feel awkward with out it you see.
… I object to the other reasons but speaking as a mercenary that actually makes sense.
Sleep on the ground in your armor the first time, you’ll feel a crick in your back and in your neck in the morning. Sleep on the ground in your armor for years, and it’s a warmer comfort than a hearth. Then, when you try to sleep in a bed, without your armor, all those cricks come back. Maybe Mother Om’s eons of rule have grown into her, and for all her fear and hate of it, she needs it after all; the bed is too soft without it.
Alternatively her actual literal bed might have also been caught in the inferno and that’s what she’s making a fuss about.
Insanity is not a disease; it’s a constant for all.
True, but she also kind of NEEDED that court to manage her empire. Between that and the threat of ages catching up to her, Mottom is kind of afraid of what will happen to the universe when her dominion falls. The six other demiurges working together was the only thing keeping the Big Red Idiot in check.
Then again, maybe Mottom really is JUST THAT PISSED.
There is no fury quite like a god brought down to mortal.
Aie aie aie,
Lo and yewha!
The master hushed his flock; The stones groaned for not remembering.
“No Star ever burns brighter, than the one falling.”
Oïe oïe oïe,
Wey and lorn…
The river wept, for it did not contain enough waters for the tears of truth.
SHIT! ITS HER AGAIN!!!
Is that an altar behind her? Why? Something to do with her latest rejuvenation?
Well at least now we know how she got the tittle Imperatrix of the Gates of Fire.
She came out of nowhere like the Spanish Inquisition
I do not mean to alarm, but your floating city is ah …. on Fire.
Is she literally whipping the city itself to fly it? By YISUN that’s the most metal thing I’ve ever seen
Queen Mottom is rockin’ those pauldrons.
This is the single most metal entrance I have ever seen. Crashing to the heart of an infinite labyrinth with your own floating city, uncaring of the damage and suffering you’re causing to either the target or your own people, so consumed with vengeance that you ride undaunted and unscathed at the fore of your own flaming city as it batters it’s way through the walls, all so you can demand your quarry that much sooner
And so begins the clash of two who feared each other more than any other.
Call me unenlightened but I do so look forward to it.
Funny-looking hat.
Soo her new method of immortality is setting everyone else on fire?
Of course you know this means WAR
On the plus side, somebody just made an escape route.
Uriel’s detective.
Barking after fairies.
Wrapped up in the carpet.
Rude.
Mottom would have been her sooner but she needed to find her “I need to speak to the manager” attire. God’s must respect decorum.
Mottom be like
https://youtu.be/Yj5ec0pS1XI
Poor manners, even in gods, must not be allowed to go unanswered
THE GRAND DRAGON: What was your plan? To crash this city with no survivors?
MOTHER OM: You’re a big guy.
Mammon: You came to slay me too? go ahead, give it a try
Nadia: GLADLY
Still young? How?
To quote Dave Strider: “Shenanigans.”
A city burning with the flames of spite,
Crashing down to extinguish the light.
The inevitable fall of the Mottoman Empire.
T U R B O B I T C H R E T U R N S
Seems as those her mighty city is caught in the funeral pyre!
Assuming Mottom didn’t have to submit to the will of one of her fellows to sustain her life and figured out a non-demon peach way to survive, I’d say she owes Allison a favor. Her new method is probably also horrible though.
“And we all
Die, Die, Die Tonight
Sanctified with Dynamite
Die, Die, Dynamite
HALLELUJAH!”
-Powerwolf, “Sanctified With Dynamite”
Clothed in the thunder an the lightning, the Burning Woman, the GLORY, strode forth, seeking audience with her ancient enemy.
in the words of the bunny that bugs: this means war!
“EVEN GODS MUST DIE”
1. Mammon dies (20/1)
2. Mottom dies (10/1)
3. Mammon and Mottom both die (30/1)
4. Allison dies (1000/1)
5. Zoss dies. Again (6000000000/demons)
Taking all bets.
Five on two! Five on two!
500 Million internets on three.
Going to win me 6 billion internets.
Thanks… Russian sushi site?
Huh.
where is the rest????
i need to know what will happen next
Hei, Mammon, your ex-wife comes to charge you…
scuse me ma’am your city appears to be on fire
May these tyrants consume themselves, as the depths of their sins are made manifest.
Justice comes to all, in the end.
Anyone else getting an “I’m Mary Poppins, y’all” vibe from this?
If Mary Poppins had a flaming whip.
THE FEAR IS BACK!
Mottom sure knows how to accessorize with a burning sky city!
Did she just crash a giant floating city into an infinite fortress.
Pardon me, a giant floating city on fire.
The flames are also on fire.
Fortunately she won’t recognise Allison with her new hairstyle.
Hrmm… I seem to recall Mother Om’s city was previously filthy with approximately 100 uninvited party guests. This should get interesting really quickly!
https://killsixbilliondemons.com/comic/wielder-of-names-5-102/
To be fair, when you have the demiurge-lords of the seven-part world duking it out, 108 burning stars are probably a footnote.
Who needs a plan when you can ram your castle into your enemies faces?
Mammons jimmies have officially been rustled. Don’t think he likes that:(
Dayum
Verily.
DOUBLE PLUS AWESOME !
WITH NO SURVIVORS!!!!