Seconded. Came here to say just this very thing. Abbadon, this is your baby, do what you will. I appreciate this gift, and will not complain. Thank you~
OH MY YISUN! Could that be Himself?
We, simple Angels, never had a chance to take a glimpse at the most ferocious our elder brothersisters have fought.
It is said that even the ebon Devils fear His might.
When I was fighting at the edge of the Void, repelling the Hot Black Flame in its hideous form, I couldn’t even dream of approaching the frontline where Himself stood glorious in His unbound mastered form.
It was all the same tempting and horrifying to take a glimpse. An even more cruel fate would have awaited me if I had marched along those who fought Himself and His Devils.
Fear not, oh Abaddon, for Yabalchoath’s backstory is so delectable that we are enraptured.
I am more startled by the revelation that Preem Nand was wed to the mighty Ebon before he ascended to his Sphinx-hood, and note with fascination that a Gold was clever enough to both betray an Ebon and parley himself into a position of tremendous might.
Yeah, devil power rises and falls by color, but Preem Praman Nand is ebon (but with a gold mask?) and wields power notably greater than other ebons we have seen. He’s grown up quite a bit since the time shown here. But why do you think he betrayed CC? Is that stated somewhere?
Oh thy majesty, Thief-Queen, Night-Walker, Life-Plucker! Hundred-handed goddess of burglars! I pledge my life to thee! All my riches are thine! All my body is thine! All my soul, my Art, my flame is thine! At your command, I will sail a hundred oceans, climb a thousand mountains, scale a million walls and take a billion treasures! No lock, no guard, no sorcery or science shall bar my mission! Oh my Queen, I pledge my life to thee!
Interesting. Evidently, the key that her husband wields was not the one that she stole. Presumably, they were aligned with one of the other members of the Seven, to receive such a boon. Incubus or Mottom, perhaps?
I do not believe that is a key. Certainly, there would be no reason for her to lust after a key if such a tool was already in her possession (well, her husbands’, but from the picture here it is evident that she was the dominant one in the releationship). It is more likely that what resides upon Praman Nand’s forehead is merely a high quality ley-stone.
My guess is that she stole the key thinking to use it to defend herself against retaliation… and only then discovered that Zoss’s keys don’t work for devils: They were created by and for the “weak flames” — servants and perceivers.
In the Guild, we didn’t speak the name of this one. The novitiates had their rumors: if you did, the torches would all go out. Say her name and your blood would boil out of your eyes in the night, or your skin would be peeled off for her scratching paper. In truth she just kept stealing all our maps.
It seems as though these things remain the same across all guilds. Once I took drinks with an initiate of the flesh cutters guild; a young pree sure that speaking that name would bring ill fortune in the battles to come. Considering that his ribs were evacuated from his flesh by a war devil the next day, i’d say that battle is its own ill fortune.
Hah- the terror on Princess’ face is delicious. How much they must regret having dismissed Cio as “Little Flame”. I do wonder at how Praman Nand achieved his new form, especially since the colour of his Mask (if that is indeed a Mask and he is indeed a Devil) didn’t change. Perhaps we shall learn more of the Hollow soon enough.
And we get our first glimpse of Himself, wrapped in chains, pierced by vacus needles, in a sarcophagus, guarded by the Heretic Court.
Who is this He (Himself) you speak of? Where have we heard of Him before? I am a bit behind on the studies of the Lore… could you point me in the right direction?
Oh, brothersister! I was about to scold you for letting this Concordance think that a Devil could have anything to do with Royalty and God, but maybe your understanding of the Liturgy is far more greater than mine…
Or you’ve spent too long meditating in the Void instead of fighting the Hot Black Flame.
Devils are liars, and so, famously, was YISUN. We of the Concordance are not. There is only one amongst the Aeons who truly understands Royalty, and that is Metatron 1. Though I hear his student and disciple, Juggernaut Star, is almost as perceptive as the Witch in Glass herself.
Of course, I am merely an ascetic warrior who has condensed as the Wheel turns. Perhaps the insights of a repeated attempted seducer of Queens, one who is still mere Vapour, are greater in acts of holy foolishness.
This is a well of knowledge I did not know existed. You have my utmost gratitude, kind angel!
Now I can progress in my journey on the path to wisdom, however foolish this ambition might be. (And I’ve heard it said to be -very- foolish. I always wonder why…)
Probably the Heretic’s Council is concerned with anything that might end up with excessive force dropping by to tell them Deal With This. Or perhaps just with contests among devils, and recordkeeping thereof.
I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that Mammon found some post-negotiation strategy, such as killing the other party, to reduce the cost of the price of godhood.
No apologies needed for too much backstory. I feed of lore!
Seconded. Came here to say just this very thing. Abbadon, this is your baby, do what you will. I appreciate this gift, and will not complain. Thank you~
The lore and backstory is what I love the most about this comic. It makes it feel so real.
Such delicious indulgence. There is nothing whatsoever to apologize for.
I’m lovin it! One page for a new Demiurge hardly seems indulgent! Plus the lore is great!
Looks like those warrants aren’t quite enough to provoke 82 White Chain to attack another member of the party.
The warrants are likely invalid, as they are for Ye’re Yabalchoath, a name which has been taken and no longer exists.
‘ye’re’ is ‘you’re’ in heavily accented english
black masked demons only have one name, obviously
Ye’re is just black tongue for you’re I believe. I try not to mix with such vermin.
Pretty sure “Ye’re” is “ye are” is “you are”. preetty sure.
Us devils talk weird.
Y is in fact a miswritten Thorn, not Yankee, so ye are is Thee are, which is a grammatical mangle of Thou art.
The sentence is banishment, so be executed at her discretion.
OH MY YISUN! Could that be Himself?
We, simple Angels, never had a chance to take a glimpse at the most ferocious our elder brothersisters have fought.
It is said that even the ebon Devils fear His might.
When I was fighting at the edge of the Void, repelling the Hot Black Flame in its hideous form, I couldn’t even dream of approaching the frontline where Himself stood glorious in His unbound mastered form.
It was all the same tempting and horrifying to take a glimpse. An even more cruel fate would have awaited me if I had marched along those who fought Himself and His Devils.
It is
HAIL YABACHOATH
Great Yabachoath has stolen from my master, and yet even I am compelled to PRAISE her!
Fear not, oh Abaddon, for Yabalchoath’s backstory is so delectable that we are enraptured.
I am more startled by the revelation that Preem Nand was wed to the mighty Ebon before he ascended to his Sphinx-hood, and note with fascination that a Gold was clever enough to both betray an Ebon and parley himself into a position of tremendous might.
A formidable fellow indeed.
Yeah, devil power rises and falls by color, but Preem Praman Nand is ebon (but with a gold mask?) and wields power notably greater than other ebons we have seen. He’s grown up quite a bit since the time shown here. But why do you think he betrayed CC? Is that stated somewhere?
“Forgive me for the backstory, I am about to inflict.”
Oh thy majesty, Thief-Queen, Night-Walker, Life-Plucker! Hundred-handed goddess of burglars! I pledge my life to thee! All my riches are thine! All my body is thine! All my soul, my Art, my flame is thine! At your command, I will sail a hundred oceans, climb a thousand mountains, scale a million walls and take a billion treasures! No lock, no guard, no sorcery or science shall bar my mission! Oh my Queen, I pledge my life to thee!
Her majesty is akin to that of Nocturnal, of Mephala, of mistress Boethiah. Truly she is one to be worshipped.
praise Yabalchoath!
And praise backstory! It is delicious.
Interesting. Evidently, the key that her husband wields was not the one that she stole. Presumably, they were aligned with one of the other members of the Seven, to receive such a boon. Incubus or Mottom, perhaps?
It’s not confirmed that what’s in his brow is a key.
I do not believe that is a key. Certainly, there would be no reason for her to lust after a key if such a tool was already in her possession (well, her husbands’, but from the picture here it is evident that she was the dominant one in the releationship). It is more likely that what resides upon Praman Nand’s forehead is merely a high quality ley-stone.
My guess is that she stole the key thinking to use it to defend herself against retaliation… and only then discovered that Zoss’s keys don’t work for devils: They were created by and for the “weak flames” — servants and perceivers.
Learn all you can of the Hunger of devils. I go humbly before them, a supplicant, even now
To be a figure of some majesty
and live under the whim of council is a pain.
All but the truly wild must bear it.
In the Guild, we didn’t speak the name of this one. The novitiates had their rumors: if you did, the torches would all go out. Say her name and your blood would boil out of your eyes in the night, or your skin would be peeled off for her scratching paper. In truth she just kept stealing all our maps.
It seems as though these things remain the same across all guilds. Once I took drinks with an initiate of the flesh cutters guild; a young pree sure that speaking that name would bring ill fortune in the battles to come. Considering that his ribs were evacuated from his flesh by a war devil the next day, i’d say that battle is its own ill fortune.
Apologies are for the feeble and irresolute.
Oh, what envy towards Preem Nand do I feel. It grows hot within me.
Don’t be sorry. It’s about time we had a good backstory dump!
Preem Nand really let himself go after this.
Please sir I want some more.
oh my
Praman Nand was way hotter back when.
History is nothing but a tally of the self-inflicted owns of devilkind.
Hah- the terror on Princess’ face is delicious. How much they must regret having dismissed Cio as “Little Flame”. I do wonder at how Praman Nand achieved his new form, especially since the colour of his Mask (if that is indeed a Mask and he is indeed a Devil) didn’t change. Perhaps we shall learn more of the Hollow soon enough.
And we get our first glimpse of Himself, wrapped in chains, pierced by vacus needles, in a sarcophagus, guarded by the Heretic Court.
Who is this He (Himself) you speak of? Where have we heard of Him before? I am a bit behind on the studies of the Lore… could you point me in the right direction?
http://killsixbilliondemons.wikia.com/wiki/Himself
Read, and learn oh foolish student. And remember, others call Himself by that name- so what must he call Himself?
The secret name of god, is I.
Oh, brothersister! I was about to scold you for letting this Concordance think that a Devil could have anything to do with Royalty and God, but maybe your understanding of the Liturgy is far more greater than mine…
Or you’ve spent too long meditating in the Void instead of fighting the Hot Black Flame.
Devils are liars, and so, famously, was YISUN. We of the Concordance are not. There is only one amongst the Aeons who truly understands Royalty, and that is Metatron 1. Though I hear his student and disciple, Juggernaut Star, is almost as perceptive as the Witch in Glass herself.
Of course, I am merely an ascetic warrior who has condensed as the Wheel turns. Perhaps the insights of a repeated attempted seducer of Queens, one who is still mere Vapour, are greater in acts of holy foolishness.
This is a well of knowledge I did not know existed. You have my utmost gratitude, kind angel!
Now I can progress in my journey on the path to wisdom, however foolish this ambition might be. (And I’ve heard it said to be -very- foolish. I always wonder why…)
Even Princess Mamoru Moonshine is afraid.
Curious how Devil law works, where one has to seek official permission to commit a felony.
Also, dat chitinous ass.
Please, sir or madam.
It is called a thorax. DAT THORAX.
I wonder. Just how madcap does a caper need to be, before it requires the approval of such an elite and honored assembly?
Probably the Heretic’s Council is concerned with anything that might end up with excessive force dropping by to tell them Deal With This. Or perhaps just with contests among devils, and recordkeeping thereof.
Human beings are advised to avoid reading the kinds of warrants here mentioned – at least, unless they have no desire to sleep soundly ever again…
Apologies for backstory should only be made when the backstory is not awesome.
Just saying….
So apparently you CAN put a price on godhood.
I guess only Mammon knows what that number is though, unless he’s a haggler of divine skill.
I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that Mammon found some post-negotiation strategy, such as killing the other party, to reduce the cost of the price of godhood.
It depends on the god.
Bought with what? That we are not told.
To apologize you must continue overindulging.