On the upside, Allison now has another set of bitchin’ battle scars to show off. Won’t be winning any beauty contests back home (our pampered society has such narrow concepts of beauty, tsk tsk), but she’ll be taken more seriously as a threat out here.
Really, when the multiverse is at war, and one’s course is to Dominion, scars are far more of an asset.
And really, the war has merely been in the Conquering Queen’s wake. The queen moves, and the petty lords react around her, squabbling like colorful fowl around the ankles of a passing person
Indeed, when a True Heir shows up, wars start of their own accord. The Heir need not lift a finger. Her very existence gives conniptions to the passive, and whips men of action into a veritable rabid fury. People will either want to fight to maintain the status quo, fight to upend it, or fight to exploit the confusion for their own purposes.
In the end, the Heir’s presence is practically a formality. Which doesn’t mean there is any end to the hand-wringing and plotting, and trying to figure out if the Heir will be a pawn in the game, or a player.
Ah… Ciocie is looking toasted, spicy, fast moving… Hot. Oh deary me, a simple angel falling in love with a blue devil, who is not the famed and prized Princess Mamoru? Speaking of which, where is that beefy lass, and her accomplice, 82 White Chain? Both are incredibly beautiful, especially the former… I do sincerely hope she is okay.
A hot mess of whatever Cio is cooking up looks like it would be the perfect thing to warm the soul on a rainy day. Especially if it is still raining gold.
Man, her sorors were losing their minds over the sword and her ‘bindi’. I’m looking forward to their reaction at her next a appearance as a mangled, fledgling, demon-killing God Queen.
They’ll probably just assume she had a *really* bad date.
We’ve only seen demons change size at times, but given the number of Soulsborne references jam-packed into the series already, I could absolutely buy the ‘increases in size in reflection of greater power’ schtick.
I see Cio has got herself a haircut, always a sensible response to starting a war. It may not save you or prepare you of course but to practice the art of cutting on ones own follicles can at least let one enter the fray with the appearance of choice. And as they say in one forgotten backwater of Mottoms domain “it looks fierce”
That said… she’s also cutting away potential “murder-hair” — her latest rebirth brought her much closer to her original black form, but she still rejects who she was.
Once again, we’re treated to the culinary detail available in the Red City, and it’s glorious.
The Rising King should invest in a medical supply company. If there’s a war on, it will certainly do well, and it’s beginning to look like she goes through a considerable quantity of bandages herself.
To be fair, Allison started the war when she took out Mottom’s tree. One way or another, that was always going to kick off a multiverse wide conflict.
It’s just taken this long to catch up to her.
War is inexorable as the tide, and creeps in as steadily as entropy. Many strong, intelligent, and charismatic men spend whole diplomatic careers trying to prop up peace. To forestall the inevitable. But such men are mortal still, and their efforts are rarely duplicated contiguously after their passing.
Peace is hard. War is depressingly easy. And when it is ignited, it crawls up the fuse to set off explosive action. Such is the way of things.
I rather doubt the trillions who will die will appreciate the subtle distinction that a) war was inevitable and b) they were always going to die eventually. To them, the difference is matter of some import.
They didn’t start crap, they accidentally into a war, started implies intent.
Correct terminology, as laid down by the high angel comission itself, 2 point 3 kalpas ago (give or take a few hundred million years), translated properly from the Old Tongue clearly states that they “FUBARED a war.”
I think the punishment is forced reincarnation into a microbe, albeit people of high standing and where there are mitigating circumstances (clearly not relevant here) they may opt to be reincarnated into a C. Elegans earthworm instead (or the closest local universe equalent).
Anyway that hotpot looks delicious, so at least they got something out of this whole ordeal.
Allison seems to be in dire need of food, more rest and cuddles. All three I’m sure Cio will be happy to facilitate. Also a change of sheets to replace those blood soaked ones might be needed, though from what I understand a devil might consider those a bonus and not realized the health hazard they represent for a human.
Also, I love the hair. Definitely sends the message “Yeah, I made out with the main character, what are you going to do about it?”
I don’t think Allison’s blood is any more dangerous to her outside her body than it is inside of it. Well, the fact that she lost a *lot* of it might be a health hazard.
In seeking vengeance the red queen broke peace and boarders. 7 keys shall shatter before there is peace again, though many more shall perish.
Those who are human shall have the gift of living but once in such terrible times. Those who are dead shall finally have a few more to talk to, though they never say much of interest. Many an angel will see the wastes and walk them to forget all other things. and the streets shall be paved with broken masks.
The thing I love most about this room? The heavy, bolted-down chain leading under the bed. It’s nice to know even the monster under the bed is accounted for in Al-Yis-Un’s bedroom.
I hope they managed to keep at least a little of the loot. Though with gold coins spilling over the landscape, I expect the price of gold will be going through the floor, at least until people start collecting it and optionally carting it off to other worlds.
On the night of my thirty-third day as disciple of the Broken Sage, bedded down in an alley among dogs and fleas, I desired a story. Lost in impetuous childhood in spite of our hardships, I yearned for tales of glorious battle.
“Master, tell me of the nature of war.” I begged.
Silence smothered the alley, broken only by the whimpering of dogs and for a time I thought my master asleep. Before I drifted off among parasites and curs, I heard his voice split the night like a rusted sword, briefly unsheathed.
“War Is Fire. Now, shut up and sleep.”
It was my first real lesson from the Broken Sage, and pondering it has kept me up for many nights since. For a time, I even made a close study of fire, to better know its truths. Fire can create, destroy, protect, harm, warm, burn, illuminate, blind, delight and devastate by turns.
Fire is many things.
But like War, it always consumes and transforms.
– Grumblings of the Broken Sage, From the Hand of the Mangled Prince
On the night of my thirty-third day as disciple of the Broken Sage, bedded down in an alley among dogs and fleas, I desired a story. Lost in impetuous childhood in spite of our hardships, I yearned for tales of glorious battle.
“Master, tell me of the nature of war.” I begged.
Silence smothered the alley, broken only by the whimpering of dogs and for a time I thought my master asleep. Before I drifted off among parasites and curs, I heard his voice split the night like a rusted sword, briefly unsheathed.
“War Is Fire. Now, shut up and sleep.”
It was my first real lesson from the Broken Sage, and pondering it has kept me up for many nights since. For a time, I even made a close study of fire, to better know its truths.
Fire is many things. But like War, it always consumes and transforms.
– Grumblings of the Broken Sage, From the Hand of the Mangled Prince
On the night of my thirty-third day as disciple of the Broken Sage, bedded down in an alley among dogs and fleas, I desired a story. Lost in impetuous childhood in spite of our hardships, I yearned for tales of glorious battle.
“Master, tell me of the nature of war.” I begged.
Silence smothered the alley, broken only by the whimpering of dogs and for a time I thought my master asleep. Before I drifted off among parasites and curs, I heard his voice split the night like a rusted sword, briefly unsheathed.
“War Is Fire. Now, shut up and sleep.”
It was my first real lesson, and it has kept me up for many nights since.
AND LO! Brother Maxwell, formerly of the Count of 99999, did wake from his concussion-based nap with a great temple-rubbing. He found himself laying on a patch of gold right in front of the edge of the greatest breach the Vault of YRE had ever faced, with a piece of the wall right next to his head, and presumable the origin of his short coma. At his feet was the largest cliff of gold poor Maxwell had ever seen, just barely having been secured by unusually oblong gold currencies, and a small but still-holding section of wall. But Brother Maxwell, while having a good rest, did despair, for he was deep, deep in the Breach of YRE, and he had a long and unsteady climb back into the main Vault.
To see how a war is begun, what an event to witness, resplendent in its crimson dress. I am a newcomer, I’ll admit, but have read this tale several times, and now am excited to join as a dweller of the wheel.
Has anybody else noticed that one of Allison’s new scars is in the same placement as Kill Six Billion Demons’ (at least on what can be seen of their face) on the hidden page? She’s slowly grasping her destiny, methinks.
We all sleep. We all grow.
There is no shade in the path of that growth.
It is slow, then sudden. False then real.
When we rise again, we become stronger.
That’s a whole lot of Earth based produce, considering what they’ve been eating lately… They didn’t teleport to Earth when she got knocked out & let loose their rag-tag crew of demons, overzealous angels, and inter dimensional cat-person master thieves loose on the local populace, did they? “OH, not THAT war! That was awhile ago, you’ve been out for a week!”
Ever went to check something in the comic just to find out a new page was JUST posted?
“And we kissed.” “…Did you just ignore the war thing?” “I’m in a lot of pain let me focus on the good parts.”
No no no.
“We started a war… by kissing.”
“Well, the kissing was nice.”
new hair, new specs, looking goooood ciocie
ally, on the other hand…
She’s had better days.
On the upside, Allison now has another set of bitchin’ battle scars to show off. Won’t be winning any beauty contests back home (our pampered society has such narrow concepts of beauty, tsk tsk), but she’ll be taken more seriously as a threat out here.
Really, when the multiverse is at war, and one’s course is to Dominion, scars are far more of an asset.
All god kings must start a war or two at some point. Good to get them out of the way early.
And really, the war has merely been in the Conquering Queen’s wake. The queen moves, and the petty lords react around her, squabbling like colorful fowl around the ankles of a passing person
As a colorful fowl I resent yet resemble that statement!
Indeed, when a True Heir shows up, wars start of their own accord. The Heir need not lift a finger. Her very existence gives conniptions to the passive, and whips men of action into a veritable rabid fury. People will either want to fight to maintain the status quo, fight to upend it, or fight to exploit the confusion for their own purposes.
In the end, the Heir’s presence is practically a formality. Which doesn’t mean there is any end to the hand-wringing and plotting, and trying to figure out if the Heir will be a pawn in the game, or a player.
Well, here we are again
It’s always such a pleasure
Remember when asmanycharactersastheartistcouldfitonadoublepagespread tried to kill me, twice
Ah… Ciocie is looking toasted, spicy, fast moving… Hot. Oh deary me, a simple angel falling in love with a blue devil, who is not the famed and prized Princess Mamoru? Speaking of which, where is that beefy lass, and her accomplice, 82 White Chain? Both are incredibly beautiful, especially the former… I do sincerely hope she is okay.
Build a camp and bind your chest
fill the slots while taking rest
make it long and do your best
and you just might pass the test
And win a snazzy vest…
Cio’s new haircut looks great! And gay, thank god
A hot mess of whatever Cio is cooking up looks like it would be the perfect thing to warm the soul on a rainy day. Especially if it is still raining gold.
Well here we are again.
It’s always such a pleasure.
Remember when Mottom went berserk twice.
Oh how we ran and ran.
Except you were just dead weight.
With how it tastes now, human, I could use some more spice.
You want your boyfiend?
Hell no.
That’s what she’s counting on.
You need to you your head, dear,
if you’re to avoid Mottom.
Mammony Mottomy,
escapability.
Not what bards speak of when
they sing of Yre.
Rended and raw-beaten,
wake-bed of misery.
Drunk and hungover ne’er
sounded so sweet.
(Now in Double Dactyl!)
Cio’s Waifu-ability continues to rise
“We have to stop meeting like this.”
“Let’s try to kill each other again sometime.”
Literally a match made in (the crumbling, fetid ruins of) Heaven.
Typical lesbian date
New haircut!
Not started one, continuing one.
“A war”? Don’t sell yourself short, Cio dear: you’ve started THE war. The one to put all other wars to shame.
God Damn Allison is so hot with all those scars…
I do wonder if those are permanent.
Man, her sorors were losing their minds over the sword and her ‘bindi’. I’m looking forward to their reaction at her next a appearance as a mangled, fledgling, demon-killing God Queen.
They’ll probably just assume she had a *really* bad date.
And seemingly fitter, and taller.
That is not a small bed by any means, but her feet hang over the end by a significant margin.
Oh damn, I hadn’t even picked up on that.
We’ve only seen demons change size at times, but given the number of Soulsborne references jam-packed into the series already, I could absolutely buy the ‘increases in size in reflection of greater power’ schtick.
Give me 12-foot Warrior Goddess Ally.
It’s the same room and bed as in wielder of names, 6-122. Yes she literally has grown a lot.
They are as a fine-fuzzed bird
looking for food, under the earth.
(Herstal’s 16th or 16th mark.)
I see Cio has got herself a haircut, always a sensible response to starting a war. It may not save you or prepare you of course but to practice the art of cutting on ones own follicles can at least let one enter the fray with the appearance of choice. And as they say in one forgotten backwater of Mottoms domain “it looks fierce”
The sanctioned action is to Cut. Whether it be hair or flesh is immaterial.
That said… she’s also cutting away potential “murder-hair” — her latest rebirth brought her much closer to her original black form, but she still rejects who she was.
Ceo is in a living dream in that home “love-dove” scene.
I LOVE the details on this page!! They’re so good!! What the hell, I’m hungry now.
Ah. Yes. The after-party.
What’s next?
Ok, but were things, very generally speaking, ever NOT a hot mess?
oops, did she accidentally a war?
Username checks out. Came looking for this quote and was not disappointed.
It was, oh way back when, where That Devil guy was still a kid, and I believe I was a girl…
She accidentally the WHOLE war!
Once again, we’re treated to the culinary detail available in the Red City, and it’s glorious.
The Rising King should invest in a medical supply company. If there’s a war on, it will certainly do well, and it’s beginning to look like she goes through a considerable quantity of bandages herself.
So here we are again
It’s always such a pleasure
In the most basic sense, yes.
In that which might be named truth, they have scratched a Throne’s abscess and now a thick and bloody pus seeks to cover the Red City.
Love the hair.
Live the hair.
Build a temple from the bones of your enemies to the hair.
But what about Grampa Dragon ? :(((
He’s around. Being a dragon. Burninating the countryside. You know how it is.
To be fair, Allison started the war when she took out Mottom’s tree. One way or another, that was always going to kick off a multiverse wide conflict.
It’s just taken this long to catch up to her.
War is inexorable as the tide, and creeps in as steadily as entropy. Many strong, intelligent, and charismatic men spend whole diplomatic careers trying to prop up peace. To forestall the inevitable. But such men are mortal still, and their efforts are rarely duplicated contiguously after their passing.
Peace is hard. War is depressingly easy. And when it is ignited, it crawls up the fuse to set off explosive action. Such is the way of things.
I rather doubt the trillions who will die will appreciate the subtle distinction that a) war was inevitable and b) they were always going to die eventually. To them, the difference is matter of some import.
Ciocie’s words here are distinctly familiar to me, on a certain level. Mercenaries are familiar with those words on some level or another.
Now to wait for Allison Ruth to put out the request for mercenaries.
New haircuts! Cute new haircuts for everyone!
Well, on the one hand, waking up with those wounds just about seems like the worst thing in the world.
On the other hand, I would also love to wake up to that stew Cio is making. Looks delicious.
On the THIRD hand: DAT PIXIE CUT
>Short haired Cio
SOILED IT! SOILED IT! SOILED IT!
They didn’t start crap, they accidentally into a war, started implies intent.
Correct terminology, as laid down by the high angel comission itself, 2 point 3 kalpas ago (give or take a few hundred million years), translated properly from the Old Tongue clearly states that they “FUBARED a war.”
I think the punishment is forced reincarnation into a microbe, albeit people of high standing and where there are mitigating circumstances (clearly not relevant here) they may opt to be reincarnated into a C. Elegans earthworm instead (or the closest local universe equalent).
Anyway that hotpot looks delicious, so at least they got something out of this whole ordeal.
Ach, well, started a war; anyone can do that on a good day. Now, finishing a war …
Allison seems to be in dire need of food, more rest and cuddles. All three I’m sure Cio will be happy to facilitate. Also a change of sheets to replace those blood soaked ones might be needed, though from what I understand a devil might consider those a bonus and not realized the health hazard they represent for a human.
Also, I love the hair. Definitely sends the message “Yeah, I made out with the main character, what are you going to do about it?”
I don’t think Allison’s blood is any more dangerous to her outside her body than it is inside of it. Well, the fact that she lost a *lot* of it might be a health hazard.
Cool. Ten bucks on the scary chick with the whips.
*offended Axe of Judication noises*
Cio is best girl
Can’t say I’m digging Cio’s hairstyle. Given her previous comments about self reflection/discovery, it seems a little trite.
I approve of Cio’s haircut, and also of her wonderful selection of vegetables and fungi.
Compared to these important things, a war that devastates a million galaxies is but a trivial matter, as long as the cat is ok.
Understatement of the century
They accidentally a whole war.
Yo, dutiful as allways whoops that was autocorrected from beautiful but ILL TAKE IT
In seeking vengeance the red queen broke peace and boarders. 7 keys shall shatter before there is peace again, though many more shall perish.
Those who are human shall have the gift of living but once in such terrible times. Those who are dead shall finally have a few more to talk to, though they never say much of interest. Many an angel will see the wastes and walk them to forget all other things. and the streets shall be paved with broken masks.
“So business as usual, then?”
Aberdeen’s environments are always so glorious.
The thing I love most about this room? The heavy, bolted-down chain leading under the bed. It’s nice to know even the monster under the bed is accounted for in Al-Yis-Un’s bedroom.
“Here again”
Nice Evangelion reference.
I hope they managed to keep at least a little of the loot. Though with gold coins spilling over the landscape, I expect the price of gold will be going through the floor, at least until people start collecting it and optionally carting it off to other worlds.
Read up on Mansa Musa’s pilgrimage and what it did to the economy of Cairo sometime :P.
On the night of my thirty-third day as disciple of the Broken Sage, bedded down in an alley among dogs and fleas, I desired a story. Lost in impetuous childhood in spite of our hardships, I yearned for tales of glorious battle.
“Master, tell me of the nature of war.” I begged.
Silence smothered the alley, broken only by the whimpering of dogs and for a time I thought my master asleep. Before I drifted off among parasites and curs, I heard his voice split the night like a rusted sword, briefly unsheathed.
“War Is Fire. Now, shut up and sleep.”
It was my first real lesson from the Broken Sage, and pondering it has kept me up for many nights since. For a time, I even made a close study of fire, to better know its truths. Fire can create, destroy, protect, harm, warm, burn, illuminate, blind, delight and devastate by turns.
Fire is many things.
But like War, it always consumes and transforms.
– Grumblings of the Broken Sage, From the Hand of the Mangled Prince
On the night of my thirty-third day as disciple of the Broken Sage, bedded down in an alley among dogs and fleas, I desired a story. Lost in impetuous childhood in spite of our hardships, I yearned for tales of glorious battle.
“Master, tell me of the nature of war.” I begged.
Silence smothered the alley, broken only by the whimpering of dogs and for a time I thought my master asleep. Before I drifted off among parasites and curs, I heard his voice split the night like a rusted sword, briefly unsheathed.
“War Is Fire. Now, shut up and sleep.”
It was my first real lesson from the Broken Sage, and pondering it has kept me up for many nights since. For a time, I even made a close study of fire, to better know its truths.
Fire is many things. But like War, it always consumes and transforms.
– Grumblings of the Broken Sage, From the Hand of the Mangled Prince
On the night of my thirty-third day as disciple of the Broken Sage, bedded down in an alley among dogs and fleas, I desired a story. Lost in impetuous childhood in spite of our hardships, I yearned for tales of glorious battle.
“Master, tell me of the nature of war.” I begged.
Silence smothered the alley, broken only by the whimpering of dogs and for a time I thought my master asleep. Before I drifted off among parasites and curs, I heard his voice split the night like a rusted sword, briefly unsheathed.
“War Is Fire. Now, shut up and sleep.”
It was my first real lesson, and it has kept me up for many nights since.
– Grumblings of the Broken Sage
i’ll have she she is having.
The prophecy straddles.
AND LO! Brother Maxwell, formerly of the Count of 99999, did wake from his concussion-based nap with a great temple-rubbing. He found himself laying on a patch of gold right in front of the edge of the greatest breach the Vault of YRE had ever faced, with a piece of the wall right next to his head, and presumable the origin of his short coma. At his feet was the largest cliff of gold poor Maxwell had ever seen, just barely having been secured by unusually oblong gold currencies, and a small but still-holding section of wall. But Brother Maxwell, while having a good rest, did despair, for he was deep, deep in the Breach of YRE, and he had a long and unsteady climb back into the main Vault.
Love the haircut!
WHERE. IS. THE. CAT.
To see how a war is begun, what an event to witness, resplendent in its crimson dress. I am a newcomer, I’ll admit, but have read this tale several times, and now am excited to join as a dweller of the wheel.
What a sight we will see, a war begun, all dressed in the blood of whole realities. If we are able to comprehend its scale, that is.
This weird dream again, déjà vu!
short haired cio looks good too
The brief aftermath of a battle, tend the wounds, fill the stomach, prepare for the next one
Has anybody else noticed that one of Allison’s new scars is in the same placement as Kill Six Billion Demons’ (at least on what can be seen of their face) on the hidden page? She’s slowly grasping her destiny, methinks.
We all sleep. We all grow.
There is no shade in the path of that growth.
It is slow, then sudden. False then real.
When we rise again, we become stronger.
Praise to the Rising King.
Whatever Cio’s cooking looks extremely tasty. I wonder if there’s a recipe.
that a lot of vegetables here there
I miss Cio’s hair already…
Does no one else wonder what is going on with Lucky Felicia!?!?
Bitch what are you cooking? She got a whole half a fuckin onion in the pan
Oh no, I liked the long hair.
I really dig this page, however. I love the detailed room. It’s very inspiring.
Things are about to get GAY
BLESS THIS MESS
That’s a whole lot of Earth based produce, considering what they’ve been eating lately… They didn’t teleport to Earth when she got knocked out & let loose their rag-tag crew of demons, overzealous angels, and inter dimensional cat-person master thieves loose on the local populace, did they? “OH, not THAT war! That was awhile ago, you’ve been out for a week!”
Man I love the contrast to Alison’s face in page 1. So much less wisdom, so many fewer scars.