Everything in this city is weird. Allison was either asking a whole bunch of questions about all the other stuff that was there, or – more likely – was pointedly not saying anything. You know, to not come off like some kind of gobsmacked tourist. A King must remained composed and in control, even if they’re confused as hell.
Then they get here, and she notices the place is different in a way distinct from all the other stuff she saw up to now.
Hungry Ghost Denies Everything wished to deny that they did not see this coming, but they were incapable of so doing. This so sorely vexed them that they could but lash out with a joke about “She can tell if you’re lying, can’t she?”, which was neither funny nor really relevant.
Witty indeed, One Who Denies. Homages are always welcome in entertainments.
For my part, I find myself intensely curious about this red-glowing ‘business card’ which the Besmitten Imp has now displayed several times.
Is this some aspect of Deviltry of which I was previously unaware? Or is this some working of Art which the Imp has prepared, to serve as a way of preserving some measure of her former glory and prestige as an Ebon?
Once again, I must state, I find these clues to the internal landscape of Deviltry tantalizing in the extreme. Do the Devils assign some measure of status to the Flame, as well as the Mask? If so, this is a thing of which I was completely unaware, and of intense interest, as it hints at complexities in the Dark Ones which I frankly did not think them capable of.
I await more revelations on this topic with interest.
Jolly Roger the Bearded, Speed Demon and noted Wheel of Steel
For all the worlds I have traveled across, for all the various foes who I have torn to pieces, for all that I have fought, bought, stolen or drank… I don’t think that I’ve ever seen a purple-faced devil before…
The Verdant Devil above is named Ogri Widdershins no Azakimaru, and is currently paying off a gambling debt to a particularly lazy Gilded Devil by acting as watchman in his stead. In his free time scrimshaws the skulls of the stupid and unfortunate with original children’s stories complete with illustrations. These are surprisingly well written and not sinister whatsoever, a vestige of his past life as a father figure to a young urchin girl who grew up to become a mercenary of impressive skill and ill repute. His latest story is called “Aloysius the Goblin-Flayer goes to the beach.”
No I believe the actual naming and binding of a demon is very complex powerful stuff, hence earlier at the devil bar those three emissaries seemed hopeless to bind the all engulfing black flame and knew AL-YIS-UN must be mad powerful to pull that shitte off
Jhorne the Murderous Vagrant Slays Monsters And Steals Their Loot
They expect everyone to be polite and cordial to them do they? Well, Allison is the epitome of courtly grace and manners. Nothing at all will go wrong here.
“Owners of dogs will have noticed that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they will think you are god. Whereas owners of cats are compelled to realize that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they draw the conclusion that they ARE gods.”
― Christopher Hitchens, The Portable Atheist: Essential Readings for the Nonbeliever
Who am eye? Eye am simply a figment of your eyemageyenateyeon
eye am just one who watches, perhaps even a gaurdeyean…
Or perhaps eye am not.
What eye am, only time will tell. eye cone rod tell you for eye don’t know myself.
Get your bets in now! Odds are currently running 2-to-1 on “pet” vs “jailer! We accepts all forms of payment! Guild guilders, black glass, slaves, the soul of your firstborn and, if you’ve got a good enough credit rating, even favors!
39 Vigilant Spear Walks Behind to Remember the Unworthy
One time, as ill luck would have it, my shell was transported to the White Eyed Woman and painstakingly reassembled as a gift to the Devil King. I found myself alive in the worst place imaginable, and immediately slain as a result. This was repeated many, many times…
Demon organized crime doing business out of a skeevy hole in the wall bar, like every bunch of gangsters. Gotta hand props to the Devils for keeping the faith.
Allison waited until they were all the way there before she pointed out this place was different.
Well to be fair, she was a mouthless dotted white line for most of the trip.
She should have travelled by red arrow instead. Much more stylish.
I myself am partial to just yelling “SCENE” really loud and hoping for the best.
The Rising King does not let trivialities like mere physical impossibility stop her
Everything in this city is weird. Allison was either asking a whole bunch of questions about all the other stuff that was there, or – more likely – was pointedly not saying anything. You know, to not come off like some kind of gobsmacked tourist. A King must remained composed and in control, even if they’re confused as hell.
Then they get here, and she notices the place is different in a way distinct from all the other stuff she saw up to now.
Hungry Ghost Denies Everything wished to deny that they did not see this coming, but they were incapable of so doing. This so sorely vexed them that they could but lash out with a joke about “She can tell if you’re lying, can’t she?”, which was neither funny nor really relevant.
Witty indeed, One Who Denies. Homages are always welcome in entertainments.
For my part, I find myself intensely curious about this red-glowing ‘business card’ which the Besmitten Imp has now displayed several times.
Is this some aspect of Deviltry of which I was previously unaware? Or is this some working of Art which the Imp has prepared, to serve as a way of preserving some measure of her former glory and prestige as an Ebon?
Once again, I must state, I find these clues to the internal landscape of Deviltry tantalizing in the extreme. Do the Devils assign some measure of status to the Flame, as well as the Mask? If so, this is a thing of which I was completely unaware, and of intense interest, as it hints at complexities in the Dark Ones which I frankly did not think them capable of.
I await more revelations on this topic with interest.
For all the worlds I have traveled across, for all the various foes who I have torn to pieces, for all that I have fought, bought, stolen or drank… I don’t think that I’ve ever seen a purple-faced devil before…
Perhaps the ebon dye simply bleached in the… er… whatever they have instead of a sun here.
The Devil wears a collar. Kinky.
Or perhaps the collar wears a Devil.
Nothing strange here at all.
Move along. Or are you here to see the court?
Hand to five fingers.
Bodies I have as I like.
Two suits me. For now.
Allow me to advise travelers seeking to visit the White-Eyed Woman.
Don’t.
Bring a shovel.
Somehow, Cio doesn’t look too thrilled to see this place again.
The Verdant Devil above is named Ogri Widdershins no Azakimaru, and is currently paying off a gambling debt to a particularly lazy Gilded Devil by acting as watchman in his stead. In his free time scrimshaws the skulls of the stupid and unfortunate with original children’s stories complete with illustrations. These are surprisingly well written and not sinister whatsoever, a vestige of his past life as a father figure to a young urchin girl who grew up to become a mercenary of impressive skill and ill repute. His latest story is called “Aloysius the Goblin-Flayer goes to the beach.”
Lying Cat has some fucked up family.
Lying cats head would explode on throne
Mogrin also calls Cio “Yabby”, but only in the past, during makeovers.
“Yabby” it’s a blue crustacean, hmmmm.
She’s a puppy!
I once came within a league of the White Eyed Lady.
When I came home, I wrote the most exquisite horror novel in one sitting.
I’ve heard it asked why devils would conduct their most important business out of a brothel.
This is surefire way to tell someone’s never met a devil in person.
I don’t care what the gossip says, those two are clearly girlfriends and they are in love
tfw no qt bald, red-eyed, tassled-nipple gf
Do you even have enough BBP for that kind of gf?
Messages hidden from those who read.
The strangest are always the closest to free.
Woe be he who mistakes the rider for the steed.
Well rhymed goodly head. We are not likely to make that mistake again.
It’s a bad idea to ask if you can pet someone’s companion in the Red City
Depends how you ask.
Aw yiss
Mother fucking demons.
So, the pet is holding the leash?
So a devil and a human walk into a bar…
Question is, which way is the leash going? Is the demon holding the beast back? Or is the beast dragging the demon?
Before that we must ask, who is the demon and who is the beast?
Excessively polite?
Allison…!
A rule I have in regards to talking with animals; never trust a cat.
If enough people start calling her “Yabalchoath” again will she gain another name and lose more of her power?
No I believe the actual naming and binding of a demon is very complex powerful stuff, hence earlier at the devil bar those three emissaries seemed hopeless to bind the all engulfing black flame and knew AL-YIS-UN must be mad powerful to pull that shitte off
I’m sure all pet owners have felt at the wrong end of the leash at some point.
Never trust Mogrin.
It’s so easy to be two-faced when you don’t even have a full one.
Perhaps they are each other’s keepers.
I changed my mind. That body language can only mean one thing. Mogrin’s companion is her Alcoholics Anonymous sponsor.
how cordial
They expect everyone to be polite and cordial to them do they? Well, Allison is the epitome of courtly grace and manners. Nothing at all will go wrong here.
Woe be he that mistakes the master for the pet
Who would be fooled into believing the woman was the guard? She lacks a devil’s mask, after all.
“Owners of dogs will have noticed that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they will think you are god. Whereas owners of cats are compelled to realize that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they draw the conclusion that they ARE gods.”
― Christopher Hitchens, The Portable Atheist: Essential Readings for the Nonbeliever
Love how Cio needed to state upfront that Allison was a friend and equal. I suspect humans don’t last very long down here.
The alternative is she’s noticed how badly it works out for everyone when somebody disrespects the rising king.
What happens if you give Mogrin belly rubs?
the same thing that happens when attempt that of any cat…
The niceness only lasts as long as the belly rub does.
Then comes the screaming. Or so I’ve been told.
I’m sure this conversation will go really well, and this house is definitely full of really nice people.
Man I HATE it when my tits shrink between panels. I feel for this poor woman’s plight.
Have… Have we just met another Ebon devil?
Rather small for the heart of all devilkind, it is. Mayhap most of it is underground?
You had me going there Mogrin
PUPPY
Oh hey. Ebon devil number 2.
starting from 0
i presume
Is the white eyed woman a submitted devil?
demon puppy, siiiiiick
demon puppy, siiiiick!!
terrific as always. it feels right that the speaker still has a leash on:P
So, would you say that Mogrin is a… killer queen? *rimshot*
Is that Magic Man in the second Panel?
The password is totally going to be ‘swordfish’.
or ‘beer’
So, ug, what is Mogrin?
Ebon demon, I think.
I knew it was gonna be the animalesque one who talked!
Llama: giver of fur, teller of milk, royally purple? Red ears? Spooky teeth?
Fear the llama lady.
PUPPY!!!
Ooooh the cat thing is in charge?
That too is a pleasant surprise.
Who am eye? Eye am simply a figment of your eyemageyenateyeon
eye am just one who watches, perhaps even a gaurdeyean…
Or perhaps eye am not.
What eye am, only time will tell. eye cone rod tell you for eye don’t know myself.
Get your bets in now! Odds are currently running 2-to-1 on “pet” vs “jailer! We accepts all forms of payment! Guild guilders, black glass, slaves, the soul of your firstborn and, if you’ve got a good enough credit rating, even favors!
Does flirting count as being excessively polite? Because I am absolutely in love with the strange pale woman already.
The Companion of Mogrin does possess a magnetic charisma, despite the brevity of our acquaintance.
Throne is riddled with entities that fascinate, which is in no small part the root of the problem.
One time, as ill luck would have it, my shell was transported to the White Eyed Woman and painstakingly reassembled as a gift to the Devil King. I found myself alive in the worst place imaginable, and immediately slain as a result. This was repeated many, many times…
I see the cat-thing and I can’t help but think, “Lying.”
How did you mortals discover My vault?
Demon organized crime doing business out of a skeevy hole in the wall bar, like every bunch of gangsters. Gotta hand props to the Devils for keeping the faith.
This angel wishes slaves similer, yes?
hm. does it means that she has my heart?