I’m guessing it would be more akin to keeping him OUT than IN. The topology around such large quantities of Blue Glass is rarely what it appears to be.
We would perhaps suspect that the Himself is perhaps caged less in a sense that he is ‘there’ inside of it, than perhaps the cage is about Himself’s entry into Throne… If merely a formality he follows for his own amusement.
No way. The Destroyers were brought forth by humans after the demise of the Multiplicity. Whatever the Red-Eyed King was, it definitely wasn’t a devil.
Well, a spiky chained up sarcophagus in an void office seems like a cool place to hang out. Dunno why Cio is so unimpressed…is the tea tepid, or something?
Cio got her ass kicked by her former buddies, and then rescued by the power-crazed Royal Brat (from her point of view). She’s no longer in control of the situation. Damn right she ain’t happy!
I’m not sure if I want to see inside the sarcophagus now. Also, I would like an office as lovely as this. Maybe a little less reflective black nothingness.
Well. I guess that if you’re in a coffin with a dozen swords stuck in your flesh you’re in no position to open drawers or write memos. The guests will simply have to do that for themselves, in the presence of HIMSELF.
I’m reminded of two college students sitting in their dean’s office after a truly epic nght, awaiting for him to dispense whatever punishment he has in mind for their disgraceful revelries. The clock ticking slowly as he shuffles his papers and clears his throat to put the fear of gods into them.
If you presume that all the devils in seeker of thrones 5.49 are part of the inner court, which seems likely, then we have probably actually seen Himself at two different occasions. Namely seeker of thrones 2.9 and seeker of thrones 2.11 as the frail little devil in the middle. Whom but a member of the court of the seven would be seated in the middle, and if all the members are accounted for as someone else, it must be himself.
Notice how Himself is not placed behind the desk, but in front of it. Just as with his imprisonment, he prefers to maintain the illusion of being at a disadvantage.
Allison and Cio have been sent to Principal HIMSELF’s office on account of fighting in the playground. Next time on K6BD High School AU, can they convince dread machinations of the demiurges that run the PTA?
That device is just a box. I have long doubted it serves as anything more than a point of contact with the lesser existences. He is the engine and his will is the fuel. Truly one of the most perverted forms of existence in all of creation.
I think I figured out why Cio’s so unamused… her spectacles are broken.
What I wonder is whether Himself is king of all devils because of his cunning, power, or both? … Also, I might wonder how his power would compare to that of one of the Demiurges.
You know, in some cities, there are still laws on the books regarding spittoons.
Buffalo, NY: Every corporation, proprietor or other person owning, operating or controlling any store, factory, theater or other building or room which is used in common by the public or any depot or railroad station shall provide a sufficient number of nonabsorbent receptacles for expectoration and shall provide for the thorough cleansing and disinfection thereof at least once in twenty-four (24) hours.
El Paso, TX: Churches, hotels, halls of assembly, stores, markets, banking rooms, railroad depots, and saloons are required to provide spittoons of a kind and number to efficiently contain expectorations into them.
(Obviously these laws aren’t enforced. But somehow they’ve managed to avoid being removed from the books.)
A clock carefully selected by an elite cadre of demons to provide the most irritatingly incessant ticking possible for the continued, endless ‘comfort’ of their prisoner.
And yes, Himself is on the supplicant’s side. Cio and AL-YS-UN are on the side reserved for passing judgement, or perhaps more accurately here, the warden’s side.
The color scheme is lovely. And clearly tea is one of the great hidden powers of this universe. The great lady of the flying city accepted tea sets as fitting tribute, Cio wears a broach depicting the reverently filled teapot, and of course the warden’s desk has an exquisite tea set to remind the interned of their lack of access to such holy and puissant things in much the same way that the clock reminds the prisoner of the slow, inevitable passage of time.
I must say this is a rather lovely tea set. Now to adress the demon in the room; Is the cage to keep something locked away or is it a cocoon for something more sinister?
HIMSELF has no fear of being weak and thusly no need to keep the trappings of those trying to appear strong. How powerful he must be to keep the simple comforts, like a great general farming his own fields with no fear of going hungry.
Of all things I knew, few strike me as a greater show of power than the capacity to have windows placed on interior walls. To say that no, the structure that surrounds you is not indoors enough, that you must peer out from even further confines as though the area of the building accessible to guests were some sort of half-wilderness.
Himself… his office is pristine, and yet he prides himself in being the exclusive occupant of his booth rather than lowering himself to actually sit as the same desk as another.
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Like a cool refreshing breeze on a sweltering day you end our torment with a new page…
I must admit I also was pining for the next installment. Tis indeed a great relief to have it.
[/first world problems]
Like a cool refreshing breeze on a hot day, finally a new page…
Does the cage keep him in, or does it keep everyone else out?
Yes.
I’m guessing it would be more akin to keeping him OUT than IN. The topology around such large quantities of Blue Glass is rarely what it appears to be.
Would you mean that as to say keeping him out of our existence as much as possible?
We would perhaps suspect that the Himself is perhaps caged less in a sense that he is ‘there’ inside of it, than perhaps the cage is about Himself’s entry into Throne… If merely a formality he follows for his own amusement.
Perhaps it is his own mask.
how sartean
Yes
Also; neither. But in practice yes.
“Wellly well well.”
“WELL.”
“well? well.”
it continues like this for several pages with different angles of the coffin.
As you can see….Im in a well
Spoiler warning please!
I’m almost hoping to see that, if only for the occasional reaction shot from the girls.
Sadly, I have a feeling plot is about to happen, not humorous “Welling”
“WELL WELL WELL.
WELLY WELL WELL.
WELL WELLY WELL WELL, WELL WELL WELLY.
…
AND NOW YOU’RE GOING TO DIE.”
I do wish I could show my appreciation for comments like these without having to leave my shadowy lair and speak.
I still say he’s the red-eyed guy Pree Ashma fell in love with.
No way. The Destroyers were brought forth by humans after the demise of the Multiplicity. Whatever the Red-Eyed King was, it definitely wasn’t a devil.
This is definitely HIMSELF A.K.A. the Red-Eyed King.
Ergo, he is not a devil, but something far worse.
Well, a spiky chained up sarcophagus in an void office seems like a cool place to hang out. Dunno why Cio is so unimpressed…is the tea tepid, or something?
I theorize that she didn’t part with daddy dearest on the best of terms
She still hasn’t been reimbursed for her broken glasses. Goddamn savages.
Cio got her ass kicked by her former buddies, and then rescued by the power-crazed Royal Brat (from her point of view). She’s no longer in control of the situation. Damn right she ain’t happy!
I must say, the furnishings are not at all what I expected for the dread lord of the underworld.
I’m not entirely sure what use he gets out of those books, for example.
Jolly’s, I’d imagine.
The most dangerous place in all creation can afford refreshments.
He does love his formalities.
It’s a set piece, a location suited to their expectations, and especially Allison’s.
You’ve never heard of Gordon Gekko?
Cio looks like she’s just having a FABULOUS time.
For someone who is a concentration of pure evil, he sure does have a dapper office.
Chaos is not evil, but for a lawman like you, there’s no meaningful difference.
Evil is well organized.
Exactly.
The rising king took her jacket and scarf off. That’s how you know this meeting is serious business.
Himself… has an office. And paperwork. And tea.
…
I’m not sure if I want to see inside the sarcophagus now. Also, I would like an office as lovely as this. Maybe a little less reflective black nothingness.
If the swords fixed into it, and the leaked gore, are any indication, we do not want to see inside, I think…
You can see what’s in the prison by going to the very edge of the void and looking at the roiling Black Flame eating it away.
Except it’s a bit less coherent.
Business meeting. Serious business.
To quote Flight of the Concords, “It’s Business Time”.
*pulls up a chair, too* Dis gon’ be good!
The furniture may be a formality but there are freaking teacups! This world doesn’t cut any slack when teacups are involved…
The teacups are making sure Himself doesn’t come out of his cage.
Even Himself is no match to the teacups power.
I didn’t know i wanted this.
We expected the visit
to be some way this isn’t
and it’s truly exquisite
Oh my this is more of himself i’ve seen in my lifetime than hundreds of angles in several.
Does it say more about me or about Himself that I want this exact office?
Yes.
this can only go swimmingly. what do they say, out of the frying pan, into the slow-cooking baleful flames of continued mistakes?
Himself has very nice taste in decor.
Agreed. Very tasteful. A pleasant little desk.
Is that clock keeping time or counting down? and what exactly is it keeping the time of or counting down to?
His escape.
No humidor? Psh. Clod.
The coat rack is a nice touch – and note that the desk is set up for the guests as though they were administrators
Why is Himself on the supplicant’s side of the desk though?
Well. I guess that if you’re in a coffin with a dozen swords stuck in your flesh you’re in no position to open drawers or write memos. The guests will simply have to do that for themselves, in the presence of HIMSELF.
Like a dream…
Notice that Himself doesnt reflect on the floor like everything else…
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A demand will always be recieved,
Speak plainly and someone will heed,
but results are not guaranteed.
Can’t argue with his taste -especially the tea set, that’s gorgeous- but I do hope he’s paying for Cio’s broken glasses.
I’m reminded of two college students sitting in their dean’s office after a truly epic nght, awaiting for him to dispense whatever punishment he has in mind for their disgraceful revelries. The clock ticking slowly as he shuffles his papers and clears his throat to put the fear of gods into them.
Not a bad allusion for the lord of all demons.
Hell is a bureaucracy, and the Devil a bureaucrat. Such is the nature of the Lowerarchy.
I get the impression that Himself is only in that coffin because he allows himself to be.
It looks more like an old iron (!) furnace to me…
Love the floor!
I’d never thought Himself would be this civilized.
A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.
Pouting Cio is best Cio.
If you presume that all the devils in seeker of thrones 5.49 are part of the inner court, which seems likely, then we have probably actually seen Himself at two different occasions. Namely seeker of thrones 2.9 and seeker of thrones 2.11 as the frail little devil in the middle. Whom but a member of the court of the seven would be seated in the middle, and if all the members are accounted for as someone else, it must be himself.
I don’t think so; in 2.9 we can see the sarcophagus hanging overhead.
For a confusing moment, as my eyes focused, I thought that was Cio sitting on the desk in frame 3.
(It’s early here.)
So the head devil likes being shoved in a locker.
I wonder if you’d find him in there with the corpses of a ton of drowned sailors….
Dungeon DIY tip: if your iron maiden is in the shop, you can jury rig a replacement with a coffin and any extra swords you have lying around!
Notice how Himself is not placed behind the desk, but in front of it. Just as with his imprisonment, he prefers to maintain the illusion of being at a disadvantage.
H is for Holy
I is for Invincible
M is for Murder
S is for Secret
E is for Evil
L is for Liar
F is for Freedom
The Seven Part Name of the Never-God:
Hatred
Ire
Malice
Silence
Evil
Loss
Fear
Hey
I
Met
Somebody
Else!
Like,
Friends?!
Hmm…
I
Might
Signify
Every
Letter
Fallaciously.
For
Like
Everyone,
Sometimes
Mistakenly
I
Ham
>.>
*Proffers sugar cubes*
One lump or two?
Part of me wants to know how HE uses the pens or drinks tea while in the coffin, but the rest wants it to remain a noodle implement-style mystery.
TEA is Important!
Allison and Cio have been sent to Principal HIMSELF’s office on account of fighting in the playground. Next time on K6BD High School AU, can they convince dread machinations of the demiurges that run the PTA?
The ticking clock and the beat up, depressed face of Cio in silence with Allison made me IMMEDIATELY think of that.
Alos that there is a overweight demon secretary in the other room typing on a type writer. With blood.
Assuming it’s a devil engine, what does Himself power here?
That device is just a box. I have long doubted it serves as anything more than a point of contact with the lesser existences. He is the engine and his will is the fuel. Truly one of the most perverted forms of existence in all of creation.
With him being locked in like this, how does The Devil Himself use his office, or take his tea?
Y’know, I hadn’t gotten the joke until you went and spelled it out.
Our heroes are sitting at the owner’s side of the desk. It must be their office.
Oh no.
HE’s a bureaucrat.
Somehow, I always knew.
“Well, well…”
Deep subject.
Huh. The sarcophagus doesn’t have a reflection. The rest of the furniture does.
Have you ever read the “Luther Strode” series? It features a big bad who had himself chained away in a cave with a number of retainers.
The devil is in the details after all.
The devil is in the details.
I think I figured out why Cio’s so unamused… her spectacles are broken.
What I wonder is whether Himself is king of all devils because of his cunning, power, or both? … Also, I might wonder how his power would compare to that of one of the Demiurges.
The cage has no reflection.
Are those spitoons on the floor to the left and right? Eew!
You know, in some cities, there are still laws on the books regarding spittoons.
Buffalo, NY: Every corporation, proprietor or other person owning, operating or controlling any store, factory, theater or other building or room which is used in common by the public or any depot or railroad station shall provide a sufficient number of nonabsorbent receptacles for expectoration and shall provide for the thorough cleansing and disinfection thereof at least once in twenty-four (24) hours.
El Paso, TX: Churches, hotels, halls of assembly, stores, markets, banking rooms, railroad depots, and saloons are required to provide spittoons of a kind and number to efficiently contain expectorations into them.
(Obviously these laws aren’t enforced. But somehow they’ve managed to avoid being removed from the books.)
Maybe tea tasting is one of the head guy’s “formalities”. being a devil there MAY be some overdoing of it…
I was going to ask about the box with the pointy bits, but the alt text explained it nicely
… I think I like the King of All Devils already.
This new season of Twin Peaks looks pretty good
They look like children in front of a principle. But the reality its quite the other way around
A clock carefully selected by an elite cadre of demons to provide the most irritatingly incessant ticking possible for the continued, endless ‘comfort’ of their prisoner.
And yes, Himself is on the supplicant’s side. Cio and AL-YS-UN are on the side reserved for passing judgement, or perhaps more accurately here, the warden’s side.
The color scheme is lovely. And clearly tea is one of the great hidden powers of this universe. The great lady of the flying city accepted tea sets as fitting tribute, Cio wears a broach depicting the reverently filled teapot, and of course the warden’s desk has an exquisite tea set to remind the interned of their lack of access to such holy and puissant things in much the same way that the clock reminds the prisoner of the slow, inevitable passage of time.
I must say this is a rather lovely tea set. Now to adress the demon in the room; Is the cage to keep something locked away or is it a cocoon for something more sinister?
Holy crap, Ms. Trunchbull threw him in the chokey!
And Sean Connery as HIMSELF.
Huh.
When the righteous men speak for Satan
The heretic has to speak for God.
– The Heretic
This is my first post!
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HIMSELF has no fear of being weak and thusly no need to keep the trappings of those trying to appear strong. How powerful he must be to keep the simple comforts, like a great general farming his own fields with no fear of going hungry.
enter the amazinh… Jack ‘N’ Box!
WHAT DO YOU SEE
I MUST KNOW WHAT YOU SEE
TELL ME
Why does Cio has blood on her face? As I remember she said that she doesn’t has it at all.
So this is where that Darkstalker Kaathe ran off to!
Of all things I knew, few strike me as a greater show of power than the capacity to have windows placed on interior walls. To say that no, the structure that surrounds you is not indoors enough, that you must peer out from even further confines as though the area of the building accessible to guests were some sort of half-wilderness.
Himself… his office is pristine, and yet he prides himself in being the exclusive occupant of his booth rather than lowering himself to actually sit as the same desk as another.
Presentation provokes expectation. The chained beast unleashed is infinitely more deadly than the prowling predator
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