I would not say it covers ALL the jibbly bits, unless there’s more that I’m not seeing. Generally I’d say it’s somewhat important that you wear something that will protect your torso from being pierced, but what do I know. You do you, king.
Her new armor bares the heraldry of the blood flower. Been there, done that, got the scars to prove it. Something for the artist to remember drawing from the good old days perhaps? at least it’s not a banister.
Of ask the thrones I had crafted, the most splendid and fearful was for she who would be known as Al-yisun. It bore no jewels, no gold stained its oaken face. Nails of iron gave it stability and the cushion was made of Impskin. To the untrained eye it was no different from the other seats at my table. But when She sat upon it, that seat became a throne to rival the First Seat itself.
This one thinks that it would be best for our beloved Alison to take a more conservative approach with dearest Cio. The old Yab is perhaps not someone Alison would want to encounter.
Then again, although our new, scheming, serious Cio certainly isn’t the Yorkshire imp she was when we met, neither is she a remorseless monster. Quite the opposite — she seems to have more of a conscience now than the Mistress of the brothel (that is, when we first met her) or Yabalchoath ever did.
That’s it? That’s the lock ‘n’ load montage? The suit up sequence? The ‘lesdodis’ scene? Based Abaddon, please, do not disappoint. hashtag: sadface, hashtag: feelsbadman.
We wander like a lost child into traffic! Times like this bring back memories of my past life. Well, the memories I haven’t yet crystallized or fermented as offerings to the Seven Kings, that is. My sewing circle in the most famous of sweatshops had the most eye-opening work-song called “Villains Feel Like Heroes.”
Remember well, squirrelly friends: when the safest kindness only promotes cruelty, rebellion is obedience to Good.
The other songs were how to keep bloodsuckers out of the toilet waters. The trapped tricky-trick of “they cannot cross open water” brought new boogiemen to our utilities.
All-Yis-Un
You sexy adventurer you. Stealing treasures from Monster God-Kings…and my heart.
Also, I hope that armor includes pieces that prevents the squiggly bits from falling out. Nothing ruins your day like having 15 feet of intestines entangling your legs. Makes it really hard to make a good gettaway.
Putting on binding leather equipment that a devil gave you? 50DKP minus!
Dots, MORE DOTS! ok, stop dots
Whenever you believe you have outpaced the Great Enemy, she is preparing to strike from an unexpected corner.
A lesson that, sadly, can only be taught by experience.
I would not say it covers ALL the jibbly bits, unless there’s more that I’m not seeing. Generally I’d say it’s somewhat important that you wear something that will protect your torso from being pierced, but what do I know. You do you, king.
Allison, gurl, you are SLAYING in that armor!
Literally.
Oh huh, Oscar lights cigarettes with magic.
The mark of any self respecting dark entity.
Oscar lights his cigarettes with his very substance, the dark and hungry flame cast into the void by Koss. As one does.
being made of
ancient flame
comes in handy
wouldn’t you, if you could?
Oscar has such a lovely singing voice.
With any luck, this link works, and others will hear the songs of Alice-UN’s world I’ve compiled for Badstar.
https://play.spotify.com/user/elibug65/playlist/7FcjnvUp1uTdhgJiituCtZ
Her new armor bares the heraldry of the blood flower. Been there, done that, got the scars to prove it. Something for the artist to remember drawing from the good old days perhaps? at least it’s not a banister.
Rise, worms, rise up to face the Giants.
Many of my greatest angels are lowly worms.
The Sleeper is Waking!
Woe!
Woe!
A Thousand Times Woe!
Dread Yabalchoath Cometh!
To be totally honest, I prefer Allison’s hair here to what it was in the last chapter.
It seems that Succubus’ high is ebbing off.
Or is she just fussing with her gauntlet?
Of ask the thrones I had crafted, the most splendid and fearful was for she who would be known as Al-yisun. It bore no jewels, no gold stained its oaken face. Nails of iron gave it stability and the cushion was made of Impskin. To the untrained eye it was no different from the other seats at my table. But when She sat upon it, that seat became a throne to rival the First Seat itself.
A throne has but one purpose: To bear the weight of the one who sits.
And the weight of the might of All-Yisun is a heavy weight indeed. Lesser thrones could not bear such a weight.
Our Conquering King is a bad influence, who would have guessed?
This one thinks that it would be best for our beloved Alison to take a more conservative approach with dearest Cio. The old Yab is perhaps not someone Alison would want to encounter.
Safer, yes, but where’s your sense of adventure?
Poor Ciocie Cioelle.
I think Ciocie is already dead. There is only going to be Yabalchoath now.
Not dead, but dying. The mortal blow was struck with such a cruel blade, that she will have time to watch her Self come unraveled.
It was written, “Words are the Weapons of the Terrified.”
…Good.
She said.
Good for whom?
I was afraid of that.
Then again, although our new, scheming, serious Cio certainly isn’t the Yorkshire imp she was when we met, neither is she a remorseless monster. Quite the opposite — she seems to have more of a conscience now than the Mistress of the brothel (that is, when we first met her) or Yabalchoath ever did.
The Final Winner, is it you?
All those choices passing through.
Marked with Red Card from Tengu.
No, Al-YSUN, not good.
Your devil girlfriend is losing herself.
On the other hand, you might need to bring her back to her senses with a true love’s kiss…
Tha surely notknow of the Devil’s Kiss. Foolish tha!
There was never a true love’s kiss.
In one case, the servants tripped, and the apple came back up out of her throat as the coffin was jostled.
In another, the princess threw the frog against the wall, and as his cursed form was destroyed the prince was given back his own.
In another, there was a random prince who walked into a room and kissed a sleeping girl because she looked pretty.
Fairy-tales are rarely as pretty as we like to think.
That’s it? That’s the lock ‘n’ load montage? The suit up sequence? The ‘lesdodis’ scene? Based Abaddon, please, do not disappoint. hashtag: sadface, hashtag: feelsbadman.
We wander like a lost child into traffic! Times like this bring back memories of my past life. Well, the memories I haven’t yet crystallized or fermented as offerings to the Seven Kings, that is. My sewing circle in the most famous of sweatshops had the most eye-opening work-song called “Villains Feel Like Heroes.”
Remember well, squirrelly friends: when the safest kindness only promotes cruelty, rebellion is obedience to Good.
The other songs were how to keep bloodsuckers out of the toilet waters. The trapped tricky-trick of “they cannot cross open water” brought new boogiemen to our utilities.
If Cio is returning to her old self, would it mean she will comitt the same failures, or will she be stronger than before?
I’d have thought humans are all jibbly bits…
Na, some’re squishy gubbins.
All-Yis-Un
You sexy adventurer you. Stealing treasures from Monster God-Kings…and my heart.
Also, I hope that armor includes pieces that prevents the squiggly bits from falling out. Nothing ruins your day like having 15 feet of intestines entangling your legs. Makes it really hard to make a good gettaway.
After all, what does it matter what happens to anyone else, so long as Allison gets what she wants?
This is one of those things which, in retrospect, would be seen as a warning.
She gets what she wants? No concern for others? Mammon would approve!