Her previous declarations were very emphatic on how she was no longer the monster Yabalchaoth – ie, that she had changed.
Either Ciocie Cioelle was lying when she said she never wanted to be what she was again, or she’s lying now when she says no-one can change.
That, or it’s simply her turn for bitter pessimism and strong words. Under the circumstances, I suppose she deserves a turn at that.
It is my understanding, sibling, that a Devil’s different coloured names possess slightly different personalities, until they burn away to their Ebon name. Thus, Cio could see her other names, from Gold to Blue, as mere window dressing and costuming for the horror that was Yabalchaoth. A comforting lie, but a lie nonetheless.
She argues that her identity, like time, is a circle. Pure. Infertile. But if she truly believed that, perhaps it would be better to seek out the Thorns.
Please stop making me consider the black-blooded to be anything less than the abhorrences they are.
She lit a match with her tongue, this is woefully adorable.
Isn’t that a strange stance for a being of raw chaos to have? Angels are widely held to be eternal, immutable, since we are born of the cold white flame. Order, and perfection.
But even that isn’t quite true. And if it were, Devils are exactly the opposite. Bound by masks and names as they are, they are still violent primordial chaos. For one to believe they cannot ever change is very odd.
Chosen by the Old King, she is flanked by the white flame of 82 White Chain and the black flame of Ciocie Cioelle. The 108 stars have fallen in the palace of Mottom, she has wielded the Blade of Want, and she is on her way to face the Great Beast. Thus far, the prophecy rings true; next is the annihilation of the Beast. After that… The Third Conquest. Tremble, oh Demiurges, for she shall change Creation for good.
To accept that one fails to make things right and proper is a source of strength. To find that acceptance in the belief that you are fully incapable of doing so is a greater weakness. The unordered must by necessity be chaotic, and the chaotic must by necessity be changeable.
Or, if that cannot sway you, consider: all of life is pretense. Justice, mercy, truth – they are grand fictions, yet necessary. Why should you be any different? If you are wretched, why not pretend to be great, and in the pretense find others esteem you so?
It seems that Cio here understands the cyclical nature of reality, but Royalty must take on the mantle of YSUN and break from one’s cyclical nature while at once embracing it.
I keep forgetting how demons seem to be Elves with tails and insect/arachnid Carapace.
Adding “Leakyface” to my lexicon.
Fire pouring from the mouth
water dripping from the eyes.
Is this the true nature of the world.
Thus a theme of presocratics
(although plato succeeded on the previous):
Thales and Heraclitus have their own comic.
Her previous declarations were very emphatic on how she was no longer the monster Yabalchaoth – ie, that she had changed.
Either Ciocie Cioelle was lying when she said she never wanted to be what she was again, or she’s lying now when she says no-one can change.
That, or it’s simply her turn for bitter pessimism and strong words. Under the circumstances, I suppose she deserves a turn at that.
Or she hasn’t resolved this hypocrisy.
It is my understanding, sibling, that a Devil’s different coloured names possess slightly different personalities, until they burn away to their Ebon name. Thus, Cio could see her other names, from Gold to Blue, as mere window dressing and costuming for the horror that was Yabalchaoth. A comforting lie, but a lie nonetheless.
She argues that her identity, like time, is a circle. Pure. Infertile. But if she truly believed that, perhaps it would be better to seek out the Thorns.
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES
*sweats*
“Ow, fuck, that hurt more than I expected. That’s ok, just keep it cool, Cio.”
Please stop making me consider the black-blooded to be anything less than the abhorrences they are.
She lit a match with her tongue, this is woefully adorable.
Isn’t that a strange stance for a being of raw chaos to have? Angels are widely held to be eternal, immutable, since we are born of the cold white flame. Order, and perfection.
But even that isn’t quite true. And if it were, Devils are exactly the opposite. Bound by masks and names as they are, they are still violent primordial chaos. For one to believe they cannot ever change is very odd.
Don’t you think?
Behold the second snare of the mighty, which is called Indulgence.
To luxuriate in that-which-was, whether in appreciation or fear, and in so doing trap yourself in a web of cruel nostalgia.
An affliction not unknown to angelic flame, I am told.
I like this a lot.
A moment of connecting.
‘Let’s talk about boys.’.
Chosen by the Old King, she is flanked by the white flame of 82 White Chain and the black flame of Ciocie Cioelle. The 108 stars have fallen in the palace of Mottom, she has wielded the Blade of Want, and she is on her way to face the Great Beast. Thus far, the prophecy rings true; next is the annihilation of the Beast. After that… The Third Conquest. Tremble, oh Demiurges, for she shall change Creation for good.
She shall certainly change Creation. That change may even, perchance, be Good.
Let’s not bet too heavily on the latter, though.
“..for good.”
Either: “For the sake of good.”
Or: “For ever.”
Up to you.
To accept that one fails to make things right and proper is a source of strength. To find that acceptance in the belief that you are fully incapable of doing so is a greater weakness. The unordered must by necessity be chaotic, and the chaotic must by necessity be changeable.
Or, if that cannot sway you, consider: all of life is pretense. Justice, mercy, truth – they are grand fictions, yet necessary. Why should you be any different? If you are wretched, why not pretend to be great, and in the pretense find others esteem you so?
I like how she’s smoking a cigarette that has clearly has a filter, as if those are a common thing in Throne.
Which, I wouldn’t doubt. What brand are those cigarettes?
I love her to tiny miniscule pieces? Yes
Is our dear lady Cio saying that people have layers…like onions?
I cannot get ogre this.
REACH HEAVEN THROUGH GETTIN’ OUTTA ME SWAMP
Let us flirt with dragons to see if they fuck!
Are we getting to the “comfort” part of h/c? I hope Cio doesn’t go reaching for a lemon too quickly…
It seems that Cio here understands the cyclical nature of reality, but Royalty must take on the mantle of YSUN and break from one’s cyclical nature while at once embracing it.
It’s good to know that once she lost her spooky-hot cricket demon form, she kept some of her tricks for picking up chicks.
I strongly disagree with Cio and can’t wait until she loses the mask that was her former self to become something greater, different.
I don’t smoke.
Smokers are a big turn-off for me.
The smell of cigarettes will make me nauseous.
But something like what Cio just did will never fail to get my engine running.
The human nervous system is a very strange animal.
Oh I get it shipping as they are indeed on a ship. Thus shipping themselves towards their destination. Boy am I glad I got it. 🙂
Some things you can’t do alone.
A Hero needs Companions.
…
Notice “companion” doesn’t necessarily mean “friend”.
Wah! What are we gonna do on the bed, tha lackwit?
Please let ‘The Shipping Arc’ be the name of their flying boat.