It was established a while back that our Earth’s gate is one of the 111,111 allotted to Mottom, although it hasn’t been opened yet. Still, if she knows what world Allison is from, that doesn’t bode well…
I have this impression if the first slap didn’t fix it, the second won’t either. Perhaps it is time to escalate further, and reach heaven through violence.
And here we see a principle of Preem Klas Vitaz in action: Never rely on the terms of friendship to defend against assault. Friendship can never stand up to the Will of a King.
Or a fleet of bloodthirsty mercenaries, for that matter.
I am Crying and I am Sobbing! Mottom, why must you reject the kindness of a grand dragon who simply harbors guests, and call him an idiot and declare him an enemy?
He’s really become a tragic figure quickly hasn’t me? All the previous chapters go on about some giant, kin slaying monster god that like Mottom is ready to burn worlds to ashes for one reason for another. Instead we have a frail old man, mostly senile, who thinks his greatest enemies are his friends. All he wants to do is count his gold….
Even the brightest fire dims down, even the sharpest blade loses its edge, even the greatest city falls to ruins… and even the greatest wealth turns worthless.
I think once he shakes off that delusion, we might get to see a fine display of the Art of Ultraviolence. Presumably, the power of his keys and his proficiency with them is able to match that of Mottom’s, but he’s still a dragon, and she’s just a mortal up-jumped to divinity.
Mottom has truly gone mad. It is simultaneously tragic and infuriating that she still fails to see the kindness young Alice did by freeing her. And poor Mammon. He still thinks the Seven are his friends. And perhaps they once were. But now they are all rotted. Ironic that Mammon seems to have escaped that rot through a different sort of rot.
…Well, as of this very moment, I am currently interested in exchanging my Mammonite bonds in exchange for platinum guilders, or another suitable universal currency.
I kinda want to know the origins of the Demiurges in more detail. I’m assuming Incubus is Meti’s promoted Starscream. The idea that some of them actually used to be friends might explain why they eventually settled down.
In times like this there is only one word that may be spoken.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
now THIS is the first comment I came here to see
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
Shit Six Billion Bricks.
Well posted, friend. Well posted indeed.
#yes
Wait – HER world? Either she’s being presumptuous, or we’re about to get raided for bananas.
The second conquest remains unfinished. Many gates – including our own – lie closed, their worlds unplundered. But their ownership is not in doubt.
(source: https://killsixbilliondemons.com/comic/wielder-of-names-1-14/)
The gate to our world lays within her domain, although she hadn’t yet sent forces through to impose her will or collect tribute.
It turns out that, out of all the worlds in creation, only we have mastered the secret of deep-frying. It is a terrible burden.
Priase be, the frying depths!
It was established a while back that our Earth’s gate is one of the 111,111 allotted to Mottom, although it hasn’t been opened yet. Still, if she knows what world Allison is from, that doesn’t bode well…
Yep, our Gate simply hasn’t been opened yet
Yep. There are two Kinds of worlds Mottom owns: those she raided and those she still has to raid. Lucky us, but better have your bananas ready.
Never! The space monsters can take my bananas when they pry them from my cold, formerly living flesh!
I know that sounds like an invitation to get killed by space monsters, but little do they know that I know karate! Voodoo too!
Yeah, yeah, Mr . . . Rex. Don’t call us, we’ll call you.
Obviously, the solution to this is to deep-fry all our bananas.
Allison smacked you once.
Looks like she needs to do it again.
At least to make her eyes match.
Funny how she regenerated herself in a younger body, but the shiner she got from AL-YIS-UN remains.
I have this impression if the first slap didn’t fix it, the second won’t either. Perhaps it is time to escalate further, and reach heaven through violence.
Jeez Mottom you’re so extra :\
THE UNIVERSAL WAR IS KINDLED. FLEE, YOU CRAWLING THINGS, LEST YE BE CRUSHED BENEATH THE BURNING WHEELS OF THE DREAD KINGS OF THE MULTIVERSE.
*Rolls eyes* Jesus Christ, what a drama queen.
I love seeing this right below the one above, from 12 Mind Sits Under Dark Clouds.
It’s perfect whiplash.
XD
Truly, nothing is more terrifying then someone with nothing to loose.
Yet where our heroine is beginning to appreciate it, the glorious Mother laments it.
And here we see a principle of Preem Klas Vitaz in action: Never rely on the terms of friendship to defend against assault. Friendship can never stand up to the Will of a King.
Or a fleet of bloodthirsty mercenaries, for that matter.
I am Crying and I am Sobbing! Mottom, why must you reject the kindness of a grand dragon who simply harbors guests, and call him an idiot and declare him an enemy?
He’s really become a tragic figure quickly hasn’t me? All the previous chapters go on about some giant, kin slaying monster god that like Mottom is ready to burn worlds to ashes for one reason for another. Instead we have a frail old man, mostly senile, who thinks his greatest enemies are his friends. All he wants to do is count his gold….
Even the brightest fire dims down, even the sharpest blade loses its edge, even the greatest city falls to ruins… and even the greatest wealth turns worthless.
Cio is like, “Nope nope nope. I want none of that thank you very much.”
NAKED and AFRAID
WELL THEN.
But if her immortality is gone, how is she not an old hag? Did she have a few “peaches” left?
She’s too angry to realize xD
It’s more of a psychic effect. She no longer feels like she’s dying, so she stopped dying.
She’s got a bunch stockpiled.
For all we know, she might have a huge-ass hoard in her palace. Whole refrigerated vaults full of them.
Poor dragon. He still genuinely sees Mottom as his FRIEND.
Tragic. It’s all too terribly tragic. A crying shame, make no mistake.
I think once he shakes off that delusion, we might get to see a fine display of the Art of Ultraviolence. Presumably, the power of his keys and his proficiency with them is able to match that of Mottom’s, but he’s still a dragon, and she’s just a mortal up-jumped to divinity.
Don’t give free money to world-pillagers and expect your world not to get pillaged.
Mottom has truly gone mad. It is simultaneously tragic and infuriating that she still fails to see the kindness young Alice did by freeing her. And poor Mammon. He still thinks the Seven are his friends. And perhaps they once were. But now they are all rotted. Ironic that Mammon seems to have escaped that rot through a different sort of rot.
“freeing her” not sure how happy you might be if some came and “freed” you from the greater portion of your life expectancy
Unto we her children, Pree Aesma granted the ultimate blessing: we shall never know true boredom.
Unto the children of Koss, Pree Aesma granted the ultimate curse: that we would never let them know it either.
The children of the Vault have never known the sun. But know they know the light of that most terrible fire.
Behold, my lovelies. Want. Bright, merciless, and terrible.
As a side note, THAT’s what a run on a bank looks like! Set wide the spread-sheets, and prepare for merger and acquisition!
Eric -my balance sheets! Ross -get the readouts! Charge!
BEHOLD! THE INFINITE KINDNESS OF A GOD!
…Well, as of this very moment, I am currently interested in exchanging my Mammonite bonds in exchange for platinum guilders, or another suitable universal currency.
Fah! Fetid Ghoul Queen! Who are you to accuse others of rotting!?
Mottom had more foresight than I gave her credit for, bringing a war fleet as well.
Brick by Brick!
Sayeth the Glutton.
Nonsense!
Sayeth the Shut-In.
The Eighth Sin is spite
No, FEAR is the eighth sin. I will hear arguments for SPITE as the eighth.
Despair is the 8th sin
I kinda want to know the origins of the Demiurges in more detail. I’m assuming Incubus is Meti’s promoted Starscream. The idea that some of them actually used to be friends might explain why they eventually settled down.