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.
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