Seeker of Thrones 9-111
Chapter: 9
IA! The Reverend Mother! The Watchful Mother! She that sleeps not, and holds the key and the gate. Through a lake of blood she has ascended above the filth. Through a lake of blood she shall yet wade, and yet she shall not be stained. Praise her, and venerate the Count!
Cio?
CIOCIE CIOELLE?!
N A N I ? ! ? ! ? ! ?
Look its Anti-Rapunzel!
Yay! She’s not dead!
That’s… that’s good, right?
Well this is scary.
Recall, my love, thy heart’s desire
A furnished home with gentle fire
Sleep out and look for yourself, Liar.
Glad to see she is alive after all (not to say I doubted that, but still)
Is that a mask I see cracking?
I’d say run like hell, but Hell’s already here.
> Dark phantom Fanfiction69BlueMask has invaded! <
Purple skin, golden eyes, most powerful of the would-be attackers turned into caretakers… Meanwhile, Cio has only two arms, and has lost critical memories… What if this emissary is the missing half of Yabalchoath?
IA! IA! THE COUNT SHALL TALLY WHAT YOU HAVE TOLD!
“You’re supposed to kill her, not kiss her!”
Actually, kissing seems to have worked quite well lately. Sloppy makeouts, now.
And that’s the way that I want it to stay
and I’ll always want it to be that way
would the real Cio stand up?
The most diplomatic exclamation at this point would be “You’re alive! Despite parts of my subconscious that I really didn’t think would have independent agency taking over and leaving you for dead!”
Well, it seems #1 doesn’t seem incidious, surely with the power and position she holds if she wanted to she could have taken Mammon’s key for herself. She seems genuienly interested in protecting and serving him, even if that means keeping him a senile, saddened shell for eternity.
“Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now he’s gone”
Oh shit, Alli,
You fucked up. Once again.
You woke the Demon.
I love the Dark Souls reference!
Okay, I’m getting an “evil as all fuck” vibe from that Reverend Mother…pretty sure we’ve just spotted the “boss” of this chapter.
My goodness…
I know our dear friend Alison doesn’t have the guts to do it…
but Yabalchoath?
Oh my…
It has been a strange day indeed for our heroine. Attacked by friends and welcomed by foes, perhaps she need reassess which is which.
She black masked. I despair at these circumstances
Looks like someone remembers who they were.
As if she could ever completely forget
Well, she seems like a downgraded version of the Yablwahtsit, face is blue and cracked, short two arms actually bothered to bring a knife since she doesn’t have her knife fingers.
All in all little king you have a chance! of killing the great ebon devil with sword or friendship!