Normally I hate the trope where someone gets drunk with power and narcissistic, normally they’re idiotic and I feel second hand embarrassment watching them.
However this is how it should be done. Al-YIS-UN hasn’t become stupid. She’s become badass even as she’s going way to far.
Woodland Hunter Who Percives The Forest For The Trees
What if Allison never actually ends up using Incubus’s borrowed power? Like so far all she’s done with it is heal quickly. The part where she’s being bossy is purely from newfound confidence, instead of a magical power source. What if this turns out to be one of those things where, you know, “the charm I gave you was a fake, the real power was inside you all along”. Would be an interesting twist.
…more likely it’ll just fail her in a critical moment.
Alison, watch yourself here. I have been on the opposite end of this sort of attitude back when resolving it immediately would send you to the office instead of to jail, and guess what! It didn’t fly then.
These guys don’t look like they’d care much about jail.
Tis a well-known fact, one that resonates throughout all the heavens and hells that I have traveled and fought through, that Oscar’s gang has the finest duds.
I’ve considered joining Badstar on occasions when my desire for such finery, and promised blood shed, waxes strong. Then I remember that this crew is quite lacksome in chariots, motorcycles or any other proper set of wheels. And thus my ardor wanes into nothing…
Puts me right off my beer, it does. A being can’t live without the kind of adrenaline rush only found with a war machine between your legs, and I have no interest in simply existing.
It would seem our protagonist is quickly taking after her new patron… or needs to feel like the bitch queen of the universe now. Surely, such demeanor would never turn upon her behind and bite it.
Predicting that Oscar and Allison will bond over anime fandom.
I have a hunch that this group of demons might be evil. Hmmm…
Seems that high-velocity seat-of-the-pants flight was part of Allison’s Royalty deal. Also, loving Cio’s Carmen Sandiego look.
Normally I hate the trope where someone gets drunk with power and narcissistic, normally they’re idiotic and I feel second hand embarrassment watching them.
However this is how it should be done. Al-YIS-UN hasn’t become stupid. She’s become badass even as she’s going way to far.
For once in my pitiful, pained existence, I do believe I am empathizing with an angel. Gods, how I have fallen.
Strive to be worse next time, and remember to pierce needles into your voodoo angel figurine tonight before bed.
I’m not liking the spots on her face.
Behold the meteoric rise brought on by self confidence, soon to be the equally meteoric fall brought about by arrogance.
Yet in all things there is symetry.
What if Allison never actually ends up using Incubus’s borrowed power? Like so far all she’s done with it is heal quickly. The part where she’s being bossy is purely from newfound confidence, instead of a magical power source. What if this turns out to be one of those things where, you know, “the charm I gave you was a fake, the real power was inside you all along”. Would be an interesting twist.
…more likely it’ll just fail her in a critical moment.
Hah!
Of course devils have granddads.
“Where did everybody go?”
The location you seek is usually referred to as “minimum safe distance,” i.e., at least a county away from THIS confrontation…
…Wow.
Alison, watch yourself here. I have been on the opposite end of this sort of attitude back when resolving it immediately would send you to the office instead of to jail, and guess what! It didn’t fly then.
These guys don’t look like they’d care much about jail.
Looks like the layers on white chain might be messed up
are all the blue demons feminine?
“Word to the wise: if you have to keep reminding people that you’re evil, you’re probably not.”
it must be shame when you realize that your grandfather become a servant of a human.
are all the blue demons feminine
Tis a well-known fact, one that resonates throughout all the heavens and hells that I have traveled and fought through, that Oscar’s gang has the finest duds.
I’ve considered joining Badstar on occasions when my desire for such finery, and promised blood shed, waxes strong. Then I remember that this crew is quite lacksome in chariots, motorcycles or any other proper set of wheels. And thus my ardor wanes into nothing…
Puts me right off my beer, it does. A being can’t live without the kind of adrenaline rush only found with a war machine between your legs, and I have no interest in simply existing.
Reckon so 😉
Yalbachoath, Yaldabaoth. As if this wasn’t already so heavy handedly gnostic
Allison, stop rushing the plot!
I love how the tags are still on the clothes.
what? no boom box?
I’m interested how did he changed that hooves he had to this strange type of birdy-kind feet
It would seem our protagonist is quickly taking after her new patron… or needs to feel like the bitch queen of the universe now. Surely, such demeanor would never turn upon her behind and bite it.
I find it odd no one commented those (EVIL) within brackets. Me thinks it was subtle.
Allison looking like a badass