Seeker of Thrones 11-151
Chapter: 11
“O God of the Quad Roads,
She of Many Flowers, who descendeth upon the spear,
O Pravi, the Torn one, with thy exquisite scalp,
Bless this earthly passage.”
– Invocation of the Torn Goddess
“O God of the Quad Roads,
She of Many Flowers, who descendeth upon the spear,
O Pravi, the Torn one, with thy exquisite scalp,
Bless this earthly passage.”
– Invocation of the Torn Goddess
About time.
First!
To acknowledge a thing lies beyond their grasp is the closest thing Royalty knows to sorrow.
Same here, Cio
But about money of course.
This *Energy*
“If that wants to _learn_ some things… just ask.” Classic frame right there.
I believe the origin of “tha” lies more in the family of “thee,” “you and “yeh,”
rather than “that.”
“If tha wants to _learn_ some things… just ask.” Classic frame right there.
That awkward moment when Cio realized Allison is still basically a girl.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jJkdRaa04g
Before the Love of the Self, Aspirants to Royalty must Master the Love of others.
LESBINS
✂️✂️✂️
An unexpected but not unwelcome turn of events, especially after some pages ago.
This could be an interesting instruction manual. Exactly how does one have sex with a demon?
OSHA cigarettes?
Outer Allison: “…Okay.”
Inner Allison: “Does she she mean hot devil sex, or bug kung-fu. Can I ask, or would that be weird? Is it both, ’cause I feel like it might be both! Holy shit Cio’s gonna teach me how to murder-fuck someone! I’m not ready for this kind of knowledge or commitment aaaaahhh”
Outer Allison: “…I like your hair.”
Is this a page from Cio’s tome of fanfiction?
In the perpetual dusk
tip to tip
Flame
Such pretty art for a page that basically amounts to just conversation. Very, very good.
Oh my, this is making me miss my beloved wife back home! She is quite the spitfire like our friend cio!
I love the wisps of halo when Al asks Cio about the date
Ciocie’s words in the last panel remind me very firmly of my teacher. That, in that she hardly taught more than the most basic of basics without my prodding. If I wanted to learn something, I had to ask.
Good times.
Are you propositioning me?
In the words of a renowned scholar of an advanced and enlightened world “GAAAAAY!” …I fear much is lost in translation.
Devils are skilled in the 696,969 arts of the flesh.
I got nothing really good to say honestly except I like this approach to their dynamic (relationship?) and Allison being so adorable and earnest this page was great.
As a well traveled and learned man I must point out that smoking is bad for you, children.
Everybody dies.
Why not get it over with?