Wielder of Names 2-25 (Challenger)
Chapter: 2
“Kings and fools are not so disparate, I think. Both are freed from the petty restraints of mortal men and are free to soar above reason.”
– Anhos, Sky Piercer
Kill Six Billion Demons
BREAKER OF INFINITIES
SORORITY TRAINING ENGAGE
This training montage has the best scenes, I swear to God.
Also, you know what sorority training means? PAAAARTAY! :D-
I suspect Vladok has made a poor choice of contest. That is, if everything in those bottles is merely alcohol…
Oh, all things in those bottles have been distilled, and will inebriate you.
The issue comes when you ask “distilled from what.”
There is a trick to winning a drinking contest with a demon, mind, and it is one that Allison is likely enough to know.
Hand her a deck of playing cards, and a suitable chalice with which to brew the draught of kings.
If you thought mixing mortal liquors was nausea-inducing, wait until you see what molten raptor venom does when it touches a brood of dream-larvae.
Then the trick’s just making sure you don’t end up facing the fourth monarch.
This is the best description of king’s cup I’ve ever seen
The whole “are you fucking kidding me?” look on Allison’s face says everything.
I’m counting 15 jars the size of her torso.
Down here on earth, I’ve only ever seen stuff that big used to hold Snake Wine, so I don’t think she’s going to want to know the ingredients to this stuff.
https://slowtraintothecoast.files.wordpress.com/2014/01/p1060850.jpg
Considering that Alison has yet to keel over and start foaming at the mouth from whatever was in that bottle she drank from, she might have a decent shot at winning.
Maybe it’s like mescaline. Give it time.
Or it was water. I hear other-worldlies get all kinds of messed up on straight distilled water. In which case, the goal is to not pee in front of an ebon devil.
Pure water can mess you up pretty badly. It leeches all of the salts from your body because osmosis or something. And by pure water, I mean something like 99.99999% pure water, like they use in nuclear reactors.
I wonder why a black devil would choose that kind of contest. Surely the defining feature of a black devil are that he is defined (ha!), as well as his age and cunning. Why not choose something playing to those strengths?
You don’t get to be quite that old if you have a crappy liver. This may just be how this particular devil plays his hustle.
Cio did tell Allison not to accept the drink from the bartender. Perhaps there were reasons beyond making sure she didn’t become inebriated and foolish (no worries there, though; not much would have changed, if at all).
It is worth remembering, that blue devil liquor is brewed from an Imp and it gives one the power to speak other tongues.
So what, we must ask, would white, red, green, yellow, and ebon devil liquor do?
He’s old. One thing shared by pretty much all truly old beings is boredom. Could be that our ebon devil simply thinks this might be a fun diversion…
It is a poor thing with but one name and no more ties to sever. But he is powerful and cunning, yes, as we all are, and better prepared for such a contest than any other. Do not discount the nature of its name, nor the slyness of its chosen contest.
Well, I mean he does have the body mass advantage….
If Allison can even be said to have body mass, a shade as she is.
Just want to point out the 3-armed bartender putting all those bartending school skills to use.
Is it just me, or in panel 4 is he setting the tab for all those drinks?
Also being fitted with a headband. Some serious barworking is about to take place.
There are worse choices, I suppose, though it is hardly a contest of skill, more so one of endurance.
There are many kinds of drinking contest, Speaker Nycos. Some are judged by the quality of the action rather than the quantity. And of course, cheating may turn any contest into one of skill.
You make a fair argument, Preem Kashaan. Devils are, after all, quite skilled in the ways of trickery, so I suppose some degree of cheating to be expected (In fact, I shall be somewhat disappointed if none occurs)
Forgive my error, the dead have been rather loud and demanding this morning, and I spoke somewhat hastily.
Ah, so Allison’s sorority experience finally has some use. Let’s hope her soul(?) essence holds her liqueur as well as she would have physically.
Truly a contest of the ages. Warriors get ready on the fields of battle, here in the middle of the void, all for one reason: TO GET KRUNK.
May your soul liver endure, Allison. This old devil doesn’t look like a light weight.
On a side note, I love how Kill Six Billion Demons frequently turns into the world’s most metal Where’s Waldo pictures. It’s fun looking at the picture’s multiple times and seeing details you didn’t notice before. Like the blue demon wearing Cio’s discarded hat. Or the little blue demons fighting over a bottle of booze. Or Cio grumpily kicking a glass of alcohol out of a demon’s hand, who reacts with shock and a little teary eyed.
I almost expected to see Hellboy lurking around somewhere in the picture.
What a gorgeous, gorgeous page
Everyone is assuming that the devil is playing to win against Allison. I’m willing to bet that he is just trying to aim her so that he wins in a far more important, to him, contest. Getting her drunk on some pretty strange stuff should produce interesting results.
“Hey Bradlek.”
“What, Vladok?”
“See that shade over there?”
“With the shiny head?”
“Yeah, that one. Wanna bet I can get her to have a drink with me?”
“Psh, yeah right. She won’t even glance at you twice if you ask me.”
“Tell you what, if I can get her to have a drink or two with me, you’ll forget about that debt I owe you, alright?”
“I’ll take you up on that!”
[BADASS_SWIG:REQUIRED]
[VOMITING:INTENSIFIES]
This is totally unfair. He’s an immortal black demon with limbs as long as a man is tall. Allison is a sorority girl. Isn’t he going to be angry when he finds out Allison hussled him?
In the words of the ancient masters of the art of Keg-Standing:
“CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!”
YES YES, CHUGGING
Kind of silly how alcohol is the go to “drug” for pretty ,uch any living being. You’d think they like mroe exotic stuff, the demons.
Well, as Preem Ulurhad mentioned above, that is, in all probability, not “alcohol” as you know it…
A hangover from vodka will make you throw up yesterday’s dinner. A hangover from blue devil liquor makes you throw up a tiny devil that speaks in tongues. Two very different beasts.
Eating a one tiny demon was enough of a chore, I think some might escape if she regurgitates more.
I don’t usually speak in rhyming couplets, but see Earth soon beseiged by demons in doublets.
Don’t take the above as real fashion advice, I just wanted to make that same word-ending twice.
Actually, I should stop now before I end up talking like that all day. If I don’t, it’ll end up getting in everyone’s wa-DANGIT.
I’d like to request the bottom 3/4s of this page as a wallpaper.
Oh my. Magisters Vax, Ando, and the third are not looking too pleased with “Usagi’s” soon-to-be-grimdrunk state.
Aw yiss ^^ Pages like this is why I read Kill Six Billion Demons.
(Well, and then there’s all the other pages too, I guess)
On I related note: if this eventually, somehow, ends up with Allison leading an army of shitfaced demons, I’ll be there to remind you all that I fucking called it.
Fill with mingled cream and amber,
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chamber of my brain —
Quaintest thoughts — queerest fancies
Come to life and fade away;
What care I how time advances?
I am drinking ale today.”
There was nothing ever gained
By a wet thing called a tear;
When the void is too dark
And I need a light inside of me,
I’ll walk into a bar
And drink fifteen pints of beer.
Because I’m going, I am going
Any which way the winds may be blowing.
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing.
Geen enkele avond ben ik thuis, joedeladeliedelee
Mijn keelgat is een grote sluis, joedeladeliedelee
Ik zit hier eeuwig in de kroeg, joedeladeliedelee
Van ‘s avonds laat tot ‘s morgens vroeg, joedeladeliedelee!
Ik ben een boemelaar, een reuze boemelaar
‘s zomers of ‘s winters, mooi weer of niet!
Zie ik de bleke maan, tussen de sterren staan
Dan moet ik boemelen, of ik wil of niet!
No hay cuestión ni depresión
Que aprenda a nadar.
Todas se ahogan en licor,
Todas se atascan en pan.
Todas se ahogan en licor,
Todas, siempre, se atascan en pan.
Hermano, bebe, que la vida es breve,
Y aunque a ti no te lo pareciere,
el más grande bien siempre es pequeño.
Das Trinken, das soll man nicht lassen,
Das Trinken regiert doch die Welt,
Man soll auch den Menschen nicht hassen,
Der stets eine Lage bestellt.
Ob Bier oder Wein, ob Champagner,
Nur lasst uns beim Trinken nicht prahlen,
Es trank den Champagner schon mancher,
Und konnt ihn nachher nicht bezahlen.
Trink, trink, Brüderlein trink,
Lass doch die Sorgen zu Haus!
Trink, trink, Brüderlein trink,
Lass doch die Sorgen zu Haus!
Meide den Kummer und meide den Schmerz,
Dann is das Leben ein Scherz,
Meiden den Kummer und meide den Schmerz,
Dann ist das Leben ein Scherz!
great page! love that we can see all the types of demon here as well as variations. cio seems to be floating though
Vladok: “Well then little Missy, ready to lose?”
Allison: “…” *Dons an Irish Cap*
Vladok: “….Well ****.”
A duel to the death for any mortal in this limbo. Thy will be thy flesh. However for humans from earth tend to be come more willful rather then less when drunk.
Wow. That’s an impressive page indeed.
A tribute, however humble, was in order:
http://arianod.deviantart.com/art/InkTober-2015-Day-29-569035044
Hell yes!
Hell fucking yes!
RADICAL