This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes again
There’s danger on the edge of town
Ride the King’s highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake, he’s old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we’ll do the rest
The blue bus is callin’ us
The blue bus is callin’ us
Driver, where you taken’ us?
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door and he looked inside
Father?
Yes son
I want to kill you
Mother, I want to–
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock, on a blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock, c’mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
And so winter represents the end of summer and life, winter makes an appearance to heard the end of this season or cycle. Let’s hope for a better wheel
both alison and not-cio have been changed by this trauma and there’s no way to go back. the way it’s handled with not-cio is really interesting cos now she’s just straight-up literally not the same person anymore. doesn’t even smoke now!
Nukoku, her previous selves, her current mask situation, and how masks work for devils in general feel like they’ve got a lot of good metaphor going for identity, and how much of it is imposed externally versus self-actualized (not to mention the trauma of losing it). I’m liking it.
At this point all Nukoku has for a “mask” are the fleshy unrecognizably-inflamed tendrils grown from the fragments of last one – an inextricable part of her, but which stab her in the face if she tries to “wear” them. Given what the term “masking” usually means to me in the context of being autistic and having had my own identity crises and regrowth, that hits a mark.
It was said that a mask gives a devil its singular form and personality, and that without that specific mask defining it, it’s just a piece of the collective, mindless chaos. Hence why the only way to resurrect Yabalchoath was to rebuild her broken mask.
Yet looking back, we had SOME evidence to the contrary with Vladok/Princess! Vladok fully shattered his mask, but before he could fully return to chaos, a new mask was placed on the bit that identified as “him,” allowing it to anchor itself into a new form. While not quite the same as Vladok, Princess retained the old devil’s gruffness and speech patterns, implying there was a single identity beyond what the masks defined.
Now we see that notion taken to its extreme with Nukoku, effectively a piece of the devil-chaos that through will, luck, or desperation, refused to return to the collective, instead treating the single surviving shard of its old mask as a new mask it could “wear.”
And as you defined, I believe the resulting demon is the purest form of the creature we called Cio: one that is naked, without enough mask left to hide behind. It took a while for her memories to come back, just as it did for Princess, but she remains some version of “herself.”
42 Fragments the Universe Beyond All Reintegration
Seems like for thousands of years the vatra have been gaslighting devils that they can only be coherent individuals with human help. Vatra really are scum.
“Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made.”
These two old warriors, sitting around a fire in the midst of apocalyptic destruction, rediscovering each other. It’s enough to break 7 of my 9 hearts.
I’ve been reading this comic for a long time, falling in love with the art over and over again, but I never posted. Now, however, I feel the need to do so finally came. Thank you Abbadon, you’re amazing. And thank you too Allison, you’re also amazing.
but there is still a difference
i like to picture a person as a wave in the ocean, as time go the wave move, its shape change, the water it is made of is not the same water it was before
but on a timeline, you can follow the progression of the wave, you can also kinda predict its direction to a certain point
no matter what turbulence, what obstacle is on the path of the wave, as long as it is not discontinued, it is still the same person
he clone for example, might be shaped like the original, but it doesn’t follow a natural progression on the timeline, if you go back its existence is interrupted suddenly, no matter how close they might ressemble their model, they are a different person
cio’s wave was interrupted, and her pieces were pieced together in a new wave, she isn’t the same person either
Jagganoth’s black hole is looking really really roomy today.
The floating skyscrapers are… well, they’ve got me thinking about tidal forces and Roche limits. But people defy physics every day here (and twice on Tuesdays) so I guess they build for it?
Entropy effects from Solomon’s containment sphere. The sphere is space-cold and yeah, appears to mess with local physics. I reckon those were regular multistory buildings which became brittle, broke loose from their foundations and were drawn upwards.
The Beginning of the End
THE END IS ALWAYS THE END IS ALWAYS THE END IS ALWAYS THE EN
Maldito mosquito!
The beginning of THE END is T.
Then comes H.
D is not until the end of THE END.
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need of some stranger’s hand
In a desperate land?
Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There’s danger on the edge of town
Ride the King’s highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake, he’s old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we’ll do the rest
The blue bus is callin’ us
The blue bus is callin’ us
Driver, where you taken’ us?
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door and he looked inside
Father?
Yes son
I want to kill you
Mother, I want to–
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock, on a blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock, c’mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
Tie your headbands and cross your arms, people! This is it!
The Beginning of the End
A fine use of a coat!
And so winter represents the end of summer and life, winter makes an appearance to heard the end of this season or cycle. Let’s hope for a better wheel
Whoops. Didn’t mean for that to be a reply. My internet is being weird
It works anyway. Let the blessed fool guide your missteps.
Winter is the death of one solar year, and the start of another. The wheel keeps turning, and there will be another spring.
Nice coat.
Thanks! I got it at JC Penny!
There’s a sale at Penny’s!!!
Fuck your sales!
time to start going through those demons
Got A LOT of catching up to do.
To go through your daemons, use the command
# ps aux (or ps -ef if you are on SystemV)
You can use the
# top
command to see the deamons that consume the most resources on your realm.
Ok, it looks creepy. I like it.
You’re a weirdo!
What the hell they are doing there?
Cio doesnt belong here.
Good thing that’s not Cio
Yeah, she hates Pablo Honey
Who… -would- be the Other?
Yabalcoath
Liminha, is that you?
“Her” is Cio, so “the other” is Yabalhcoath
Her is diffenently Cio and I think the “other” is the pre Nukoku form. the stone demon form.
Yabalchoath I’d assume.
Yabalchoath
Nukoko
Nu ko ku is Portuguese for “bare ass”.
M-OTHER?
Love that he gave Not-Cio the coat after we all made jokes about it
Yabalchoath, the one before Cio, the one she kinda transforms during the heist of the Mammon vault, i guest
She just said she wasn’t.
Nevermind, I think this is on the wrong comment.
Judgement is due.
The reckoning is not to be postponed indefinitely!
Welp, about time
THE END IS COMING
Cthulhu’s earring, hereby present, wants to be worn by this new being.
999 of Nyarlathotep’s 1000 forms will be so jealous!!!
This, too, is Yuri
Be one with Yuri. Obey me.
There went the neighborhood.
But won’t anyone think of the economy!?
Trump
both alison and not-cio have been changed by this trauma and there’s no way to go back. the way it’s handled with not-cio is really interesting cos now she’s just straight-up literally not the same person anymore. doesn’t even smoke now!
You can never go back.
Things are going to be okay, but they’re going to be different
Annihilation
It’s gonna be the longest day Throne has seen.
Nukoku, her previous selves, her current mask situation, and how masks work for devils in general feel like they’ve got a lot of good metaphor going for identity, and how much of it is imposed externally versus self-actualized (not to mention the trauma of losing it). I’m liking it.
At this point all Nukoku has for a “mask” are the fleshy unrecognizably-inflamed tendrils grown from the fragments of last one – an inextricable part of her, but which stab her in the face if she tries to “wear” them. Given what the term “masking” usually means to me in the context of being autistic and having had my own identity crises and regrowth, that hits a mark.
It was said that a mask gives a devil its singular form and personality, and that without that specific mask defining it, it’s just a piece of the collective, mindless chaos. Hence why the only way to resurrect Yabalchoath was to rebuild her broken mask.
Yet looking back, we had SOME evidence to the contrary with Vladok/Princess! Vladok fully shattered his mask, but before he could fully return to chaos, a new mask was placed on the bit that identified as “him,” allowing it to anchor itself into a new form. While not quite the same as Vladok, Princess retained the old devil’s gruffness and speech patterns, implying there was a single identity beyond what the masks defined.
Now we see that notion taken to its extreme with Nukoku, effectively a piece of the devil-chaos that through will, luck, or desperation, refused to return to the collective, instead treating the single surviving shard of its old mask as a new mask it could “wear.”
And as you defined, I believe the resulting demon is the purest form of the creature we called Cio: one that is naked, without enough mask left to hide behind. It took a while for her memories to come back, just as it did for Princess, but she remains some version of “herself.”
Seems like for thousands of years the vatra have been gaslighting devils that they can only be coherent individuals with human help. Vatra really are scum.
can only? almost certainly not. but it definitely didn’t seem like an easy process either. i wonder how many could actually pull it off?
“Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made.”
These two old warriors, sitting around a fire in the midst of apocalyptic destruction, rediscovering each other. It’s enough to break 7 of my 9 hearts.
I’ve been reading this comic for a long time, falling in love with the art over and over again, but I never posted. Now, however, I feel the need to do so finally came. Thank you Abbadon, you’re amazing. And thank you too Allison, you’re also amazing.
Hear, hear!
*Thunderous Applause*
Bricks crumble
feet stumble
bees bumble
And brother? I hurt people
*about to enjoy a nice bologna sandwich*
Hey @dreadknight come destroy my ass with your fine cock. I want to be hurt. Later we can pay a visit to @heavywheight to pick his sandwich.
I saw the landscape like the at the End of the Good News. It could have been lonely, but I choose to believe it wasn’t.
Is anyone ever who they used to be? Do they need to be? I think not.
but there is still a difference
i like to picture a person as a wave in the ocean, as time go the wave move, its shape change, the water it is made of is not the same water it was before
but on a timeline, you can follow the progression of the wave, you can also kinda predict its direction to a certain point
no matter what turbulence, what obstacle is on the path of the wave, as long as it is not discontinued, it is still the same person
he clone for example, might be shaped like the original, but it doesn’t follow a natural progression on the timeline, if you go back its existence is interrupted suddenly, no matter how close they might ressemble their model, they are a different person
cio’s wave was interrupted, and her pieces were pieced together in a new wave, she isn’t the same person either
The landscape is incredibly cool
Here’s to however many years we’ve left to come!
“I am… someone new” just reads as same Coke formula, new Coke flavor. Excited to see how her relationship with Allison pans out.
Are those birbs flying in or out? And is that a hole in the purplezone layer?
That hole in the purplezone layer is Sandy Dingus’s “Technique Of Relief”.
Jagganoth’s black hole is looking really really roomy today.
The floating skyscrapers are… well, they’ve got me thinking about tidal forces and Roche limits. But people defy physics every day here (and twice on Tuesdays) so I guess they build for it?
Entropy effects from Solomon’s containment sphere. The sphere is space-cold and yeah, appears to mess with local physics. I reckon those were regular multistory buildings which became brittle, broke loose from their foundations and were drawn upwards.