I can name a whole lot more bad places just in the last two chapters than inside a glittering vault of stunning architecture and objects of nearly incalculable individual value, statuary, gemstones, artwork and more.
Particularly one that is devoted to the peaceful counting of the aforementioned glories and treasures by men, women and children who only know the kindness of their time-gentled lord and his most devoted guardian 𝘤𝘶𝘮 nursemaid, who may not have seen any acts of physical violence committed in entire generations. A great and magnificent vault with its own beautiful ecosystem, a habitat ruled by a confused yet polite and kindly grandfather of an utterly massive dragon, a dragon who’s youthful cruelties and vicious ambitions have given way to a profound sense of loss and regret, one managed by a nun who, despite being utterly ruthless to people absolutely deserving of ruthlessness, is kind and gentle and protective of both the generations of devoted acolytes and of the grand dragon himself. An old beast surrounded by glorious works of architecture and ecosystem integration, who cares about the generations of families that keep him company, that assist him in the count: he ensures that they want for nothing, that they are safe there with him, that there are, for them, oases of greenery and clear running water and the gardens and trees that bear the crops and fruits that nourish and that are available should one simply reach out their hand. A giant beast that only wishes to forget, to quietly count the coins that he hardly values anymore when weighed against the family he slew to acquire them and his Key, one who will not fight even the assassins who foolishly come attempting to slay him so very great and deep is his sadness.
Like, they were just in Hell talking to Satan-In-A-Box. They traveled through horrendously vile and violent slums to get there and not very long ago they were crossing a blasted, brutally harvested world that were sacrificing their children to feed the abominable hunger of a still living demon tree made from the carcass of vicious p*doph!le r*pist. And that’s just a bit that we were shown, the part of the multiverse allotted to Mottom contains far, far worse than all of the above and she’s only one demiurge out of seven. What we’ve seen of Incubus’ demesne is that of an unutterably vile pit of old blood and dead bodies. We now know what the worm-realms of Gog Agog look like and it’s entire universes of writhing flesh and body horror that makes David Cronenberg’s most nightmarish fever dreams look tame.
Frankly, this is one of the better places to pass out from blood loss.
There is a reason some false deities consider blood to be such a significant sacrifice. That reason is also why most warriors are fond of keeping theirs within their veins. That reason, of course, is that losing much of it has the rather inconvenient effect of causing unconsciousness.
How come the Villains pretty much always are way cooler and wicked powerful than the Heroes?. Perhaps the repetition of one character lowers their illusion of power and Villains seem more powerul to make them a worthy opponent?
The gathering of power at the expense of others is always more effective, in the short run. Power gained heroically comes slower but it’s potential is limitless.
last panel is oddly comical
I didn’t see it that way. All I saw was damned perfect composition.
she was just waiting there throughout the conversation
No she wasn’t. Cio flung Allison pretty far.
I wouldn’t be surprised if she spent that whole conversation very slowly advancing in a menacing manner.
Eight and a half years later…
I’m picturing her doing the Jotaro approaching Dio meme walk but EXTREMELY slowly and it’s very funny
‘Oddly comical’ is basically the running theme of KSBD as far as I can discern
Not nearly as much as the fifth.
The Lover is… very nearly late, in this case.
“Yes, yes, very heartfelt. Time to die.”
Everything is oddly comical
000001: lemme smash
More like “cleave” or “sever” but yeah she’s got some extreme Imminent Violence vibes in that last panel
I gotta try some of these pickup lines sometime, “We’re in the middle of a fucking hell dungeon” might work on some of the cute girls at work
It’s funny, because the two locations you referred to are actually the same location.
Might also be appropriate if you work in a place that specializes in BDSM.
There’s just something about a dungeon that adds a certain je ne sais quoi to any evening soiree or perhaps a nice post-dinner party coffee and chat
May want to save “Let’s try and kill each other again sometime” for a few dates in.
Say what you will Al-YI-son, you digged it.
Well, that’s just what she said.
Its nice because you like girls, Allison.
Also, run.
> RUN
Not enough Strength!
> WALK
Not enough Strength!
> STAND UP
Not enough Strength!
> PASS OUT
OK.
You can’t haul ye ass!
You really do have to just sit there and think about why you can’t get ye flask.
List of worst places to pass out from blood loss in the entire multiverse:
– This one.
I can name a whole lot more bad places just in the last two chapters than inside a glittering vault of stunning architecture and objects of nearly incalculable individual value, statuary, gemstones, artwork and more.
Particularly one that is devoted to the peaceful counting of the aforementioned glories and treasures by men, women and children who only know the kindness of their time-gentled lord and his most devoted guardian 𝘤𝘶𝘮 nursemaid, who may not have seen any acts of physical violence committed in entire generations. A great and magnificent vault with its own beautiful ecosystem, a habitat ruled by a confused yet polite and kindly grandfather of an utterly massive dragon, a dragon who’s youthful cruelties and vicious ambitions have given way to a profound sense of loss and regret, one managed by a nun who, despite being utterly ruthless to people absolutely deserving of ruthlessness, is kind and gentle and protective of both the generations of devoted acolytes and of the grand dragon himself. An old beast surrounded by glorious works of architecture and ecosystem integration, who cares about the generations of families that keep him company, that assist him in the count: he ensures that they want for nothing, that they are safe there with him, that there are, for them, oases of greenery and clear running water and the gardens and trees that bear the crops and fruits that nourish and that are available should one simply reach out their hand. A giant beast that only wishes to forget, to quietly count the coins that he hardly values anymore when weighed against the family he slew to acquire them and his Key, one who will not fight even the assassins who foolishly come attempting to slay him so very great and deep is his sadness.
Like, they were just in Hell talking to Satan-In-A-Box. They traveled through horrendously vile and violent slums to get there and not very long ago they were crossing a blasted, brutally harvested world that were sacrificing their children to feed the abominable hunger of a still living demon tree made from the carcass of vicious p*doph!le r*pist. And that’s just a bit that we were shown, the part of the multiverse allotted to Mottom contains far, far worse than all of the above and she’s only one demiurge out of seven. What we’ve seen of Incubus’ demesne is that of an unutterably vile pit of old blood and dead bodies. We now know what the worm-realms of Gog Agog look like and it’s entire universes of writhing flesh and body horror that makes David Cronenberg’s most nightmarish fever dreams look tame.
Frankly, this is one of the better places to pass out from blood loss.
Ia! The Graceful Mother! Blessed Mother! Intercede for us now, and at the moment of our deaths!
Ah yes, the grand adjudicator of loans. May she dole out interest rates with prejudice and grace
I misread “prejudice” as “prepuce” and went “what the fuck.”
But, hell, she seems like a crazy lady, so perhaps she DOES dole out interest rates with prepuce and grace…
I think 000001 is more of a Foreclosures and Recoveries type, than what we’d have called Sales material.
There is a reason some false deities consider blood to be such a significant sacrifice. That reason is also why most warriors are fond of keeping theirs within their veins. That reason, of course, is that losing much of it has the rather inconvenient effect of causing unconsciousness.
I’m still imagining Mammon sitting a few feet away trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.
Always, in matters of shipping, one must remember to pay the Ferryman his due.
the beggarman holds out his hat
for coins, reminding you that
you never get Tit without Tat
Good!
mmmMMMMM delightful
The priest has arrived. To marry them? Perhaps not.
Even girls love girls, damn I love girls :V
On the next page:
Zealot: “Sinner! You’re going to hell because you kiss other girls instead of boys!”
Cio: “Literally a demon.”
Allison: “Literally already in hell.”
Zealot: “Oh, right… carry on then.”
I dont think these are those sort of priests
IÄ! THE IMMACULATE GATE-WARDEN: PITILESS, PURE AND STERILE! BLESSING AND WORSHIP UPON THEE, O STAINLESS REGENT OF THE UNBREACHABLE TOWER!
IÄ! PRAISE HER! PITY HER!
000001 has no sense of timing, doesn’t she?
quite the contrary, actually–I’d say her dramatic AND comedic timing were perfect in this particular case!
My, my. That’s quite a weapon. And her “Ok, I’ve had enough of this shit.” face is just adorable.
Lady musta taken out a fiery axe ’cause she reads the Cio fanfic but ships another pairing. This development is unforgivable to her.
What’s our ship name anyway? Cioon? Allio?
Alicio is my vote
Yabalchoallison, silly!
I vote Demi-Demon.
Kill Six Billion Demons.
The whole time, the series’ actual point was right there in the title.
where the heck’s that coat of arms when you need it, cio
…maybe grandpa dragon will save the day miraculously? i wanna believe
Cio’s expression in panel three. “Awwww, shucks, just showing affection the devil way…”
Cio’s expression in panel six. “Again some time? SHE LIKES ME! SHE REALLY LIKES ME!”
0000001’s expression in panel seven. “And now you must fight her seven evil exes…Starting with…ME!!!”
Also, 0000001’s weapon is the most badaxe tool to date in this comic.
Heh. “Badaxe” ^^
How come the Villains pretty much always are way cooler and wicked powerful than the Heroes?. Perhaps the repetition of one character lowers their illusion of power and Villains seem more powerul to make them a worthy opponent?
The gathering of power at the expense of others is always more effective, in the short run. Power gained heroically comes slower but it’s potential is limitless.
I dunno, the Seven seem to have been unstoppably powerful for quite a long time.
Ah, but they were heroes once.
Power corrupts.
Turns out humans really do need all that red liquid in them… Who’dve thought that?
“How do you make a peerless, ageless, Ebon demon stop in its track?”
“Pray tell, master Lorr!”
“You kiss it.”