As I feared would happen. You should not have parleyed with the Flame, young King. The false god gives nothing without wanting something of his own, and those that strike deals with him always find that what he wants is more than they would willingly give. Flames consume, you see.
Oh, sure, you complain when it’s a one of you meatbags getting put into the literal grinder, but what about that poor demon you sacrificed to all that furniture earlier, huh?
What an eloquent and informative page, indeed. We see Oscar’s badassry, Cio’s discomfort, and truly fucked-up and igenious representation of why you do not allow friggin’ perverted demiurg to mess with your mind. Eyes as literary windows of soul, love it.
And Incubus makes his move. Given the self-image Al-YS-UN is showing, this is not likely to end well… for Incubus. Maybe she’ll gate him out of her interior world and feed him to the gate?
As I feared would happen. You should not have parleyed with the Flame, young King. The false god gives nothing without wanting something of his own, and those that strike deals with him always find that what he wants is more than they would willingly give. Flames consume, you see.
Pheh. The old saying is missing its most critical element. It is only the first time one plays with fire that one gets burned.
Practice makes perfect, my lovelies. A few scars is not so much to pay to consign your enemies to the fire.
Inevitable.
Ah! Merely optimal.
Oh, sure, you complain when it’s a one of you meatbags getting put into the literal grinder, but what about that poor demon you sacrificed to all that furniture earlier, huh?
Checkmate, species-ists.
He sealed her true light away?
Damn Incubus is impressive
I guess Incubus isn’t interested in playing a particularly long game.
A maggot, bloated by excess
To wriggle it’s rotund form among the heathen flesh
Strange. I’d thought devils masked like Oscar couldn’t open their mouths. Maybe they just make sure not to open them around me.
What an eloquent and informative page, indeed. We see Oscar’s badassry, Cio’s discomfort, and truly fucked-up and igenious representation of why you do not allow friggin’ perverted demiurg to mess with your mind. Eyes as literary windows of soul, love it.
Oh no! Not Oscar’s “BAD MAN” coat!
Suddenly I’ve lost all sympathy for Felicia.
And hello, looks like Incubus has a back door into the body with the key of Kings. My, that’s almost an endgame setup for him, isn’t it?
Almost.
Little eye window
If that last frame didn’t have a speechbubble it would be perfect for all sorts of “Apathy” memes.
KILLLAH QUEEEN
DYNAMITE WITHA LAZAH BEEEEEEEEEM
See, this is why you don’t work with devils.
They’ll end up feeding you to a door. Guaranteed.
Should’ve aimed for the mask.
Damn it Felicia, that coat was amazing.
Holy hell. Has she been possessed by the incubus?
Next-page buttons are broken. You can’t get here from two pages back.
Website was giving errors yesterday too.
In Which Allison’s Will is Bent
And Incubus makes his move. Given the self-image Al-YS-UN is showing, this is not likely to end well… for Incubus. Maybe she’ll gate him out of her interior world and feed him to the gate?
It would certainly be a novel move to feed a demiurge, god-king of one seventh of the multiverse, to a door.
That’s what I’m hoping for. Given the power involved, the result could be spectacular.
A deal with the devil betrays.
Who expects otherwise?
Our barista is getting…exercised. #niceoutfit
Looks like there is someone else at the wheel.
Again, what else did you expect?
To Lie is To Live. Death is the only Truth.
The bill comes due.
No matter how badly you actually needed that loan, it’s normal to feel some regret at this stage.
Whoospies!
Ya dun goofed.
Now Allison pays the price for making a pact with a demon.