That’s not fruit, those are butts. Little pink succulent butts just look they have veins and everything. Oh course this raises the further questions of are their butt fruit trees in Throne or elsewhere? Is there a whole universe of butts, the Elemental Plane of Butts if you will.
“Man, all this costuming just to serve some damned peaches. This mask is heavy as hell. These robes itch. Alright, going through the door. Time to look intimidating while I serve this damn fruit. I need a new job.”
Those are Gold Devils. I do not believe the mask nor robes would be an issue. The tremendous waste of their power may be, but one can always apply terror to such a problem.
“As much money and life as you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all – the trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them.”
Rather a dire condition, honestly; to halt the spinning of the Wheel always takes a substantial toll on mind and body. Easier to stretch out your years while leaving the ending intact. Besides, to guarantee your death by violence strikes me as a poor planning.
I’m pretty sure that the power of the key itself is already giving Allison immortallity, at least it keeps her from dying from the old age…even if it isn’t doing it automatically I’m sure if she know how she could become immortall with it’s help.
And thus the tyrant begins to divulge her secret to eternal life. And what a terrible secret it will be. It’s amusing that when a Devil’s Deal is made, the details in the contract are more terrifying than the knowledge of making the deal itself.
Eternal life? Pah! It’s all well and good for the first few centuries, then before you know it you’ve tasted every food and experienced every position. After that, what’s one to do?
A soul that doesn’t lack for imagination, lacks not for things to do. Or you could always devote the rest of your long, long life to finding a way to die. There’s dignity and meaning to be found in such a pursuit, a great story to be told.
I would say Incubus, at least for a definition of “least offensive” that allows for all manner of sex acts. People tend to waste so much of their sexual energy, after all, that absorbing it harmlessly and metabolizing it for the purpose of life-enhancement seems perfectly doable, if perhaps inefficient.
I imagine the grand dragon to have a giant hour glass with each falling grain representing a bit of wealth spent and life lost. As long as the great balance sheet is positive there is life eternal.
The most inoffensive of all must be our prophetic lady of sloth who seems to be able to stretch out her life indefinably simply by refusing to metabolize. Remember: All life is fundamentally fire. Do not use your fuel extravagantly with things like blinking.
Does anyone else think Assemblage 23 House on Fire, is a good song for Mottom?
The lyrics just sort of… fit her.
—- Middle third of the song —
Emerging from the wreckage
Of a life that once was
Confounded by the damage
My own psyche does
I bear the scars
Of an insufferable will
And the tyrannical reign
it threatens to instill
Some seek control
By grabbing hold of their lives
In a futile attempt
To help themselves survive
I dig myself
Into a much deeper hole
Running from a fate
That I can never control
I sought refuge in a house on fire
I took shelter in a wall of flame
I built a prison in my own subconscious
There’s nothing else left
Nothing else left to blame.
I assume the other two handmaidens are carrying the other two conditions? The tallest is carrying a censer, but that may simply be for effect, and I can’t see what the gray-dressed handmaiden is carrying.
Hopefully they will be more appetizing than this first condition.
342 Annoying Voice Returns to Proclaim the Obvious
Interesting that Alice would be given a peach of immortality by Mottom because of Mottom’s misunderstanding of the prophecy. An attempt to foil it will help fulfill it. And it looks like there will be an alliance or a bargain as well, likely with Mottom in charge. It appears this is the manner the pillars of heaven shall fall… though neither woman suspects it yet. I believe the human saying is, “the blond leading the blond.”
Even my kin have not always appreciated the simple notion that great truths are frequently found within obvious facts. As a human once said, “The wise man finds wisdom wherever he looks.”
FRUIT?!!
That’s not fruit, those are butts. Little pink succulent butts just look they have veins and everything. Oh course this raises the further questions of are their butt fruit trees in Throne or elsewhere? Is there a whole universe of butts, the Elemental Plane of Butts if you will.
Those are peaches you floof. Slightly fleshy ones, but peaches nonetheless.
They curve in a jutting manner and have veins! VEINS!
I have see peaches and those are miniature butts.
I agree. Obviously butts. Please forgive the angel for his lack of imagination.
I’m more concerned about their… unsmoothness. I am not a fan of pimply butts, nor of pimply peaches.
The Colonoscopy guild is rumored to have made their headquarters (or hindquarters) out of the corpse of the Butt God.
Butts they may be, but they do look delicious, no?
The winds of the Void whisper to me a truth…
http://i.imgur.com/7UxQkLh.jpg
Such thought brings to mind the idea of a Kill Six Billion Demons/Olgaf crossover, a combination that I imagine would be of many virtues.
I just caught up with the story, and let me tell you that I’m STOKED, stoked as a devil handmaiden to see what happens next!
Welcome to the community!
Eat this tiny butt.
Watch out for the brown center! It’s not a pit.
“Man, all this costuming just to serve some damned peaches. This mask is heavy as hell. These robes itch. Alright, going through the door. Time to look intimidating while I serve this damn fruit. I need a new job.”
Those are Gold Devils. I do not believe the mask nor robes would be an issue. The tremendous waste of their power may be, but one can always apply terror to such a problem.
I hope those fruit are not from Mottom’s new “tree”.
If i got turned into a tree I would make butt fruits too.
Just out of spite.
“As much money and life as you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all – the trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them.”
though, admittedly, life does at least have the boon of giving you more time to regret and choose again.
Peaches!
“That offer you mentioned… is it an offer I can refuse?”
Rather a dire condition, honestly; to halt the spinning of the Wheel always takes a substantial toll on mind and body. Easier to stretch out your years while leaving the ending intact. Besides, to guarantee your death by violence strikes me as a poor planning.
Wait, a husband? who could that be?
Om.
Of course!
Nom nom
No, that’s their eldest child.
I’m pretty sure that the power of the key itself is already giving Allison immortallity, at least it keeps her from dying from the old age…even if it isn’t doing it automatically I’m sure if she know how she could become immortall with it’s help.
…and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life.
Genesis 3:24 KJV
Peaches and blood cream. Yum!
Remember the Struldbrugs!
And thus the tyrant begins to divulge her secret to eternal life. And what a terrible secret it will be. It’s amusing that when a Devil’s Deal is made, the details in the contract are more terrifying than the knowledge of making the deal itself.
I must admit, using such powerful Devils as handmaiden is impressive.
Do not wish for eternal life, because will only make you wish for death.
Looks like Mottom has made her an offer she cannot refuse.
I hope severed horse heads are involved!
Eternal life? Pah! It’s all well and good for the first few centuries, then before you know it you’ve tasted every food and experienced every position. After that, what’s one to do?
A soul that doesn’t lack for imagination, lacks not for things to do. Or you could always devote the rest of your long, long life to finding a way to die. There’s dignity and meaning to be found in such a pursuit, a great story to be told.
Study increasingly abstract and esoteric schools of philosophy.
Jeez, what a bitch.
Someone’s number is a lie. Or at least misleading.
Logically then, as Angels seem to be hurt by lies, he cannot be an Angel! What are you, oh deceiver?
Perhaps he is very, very young?
Don’t insult your slain brother, awaiting reincarnation! That’s rude!
You assume only angels are numbered.
Which I believe is a fair assumption, and so the alternative is misleading.
Which of the 7 do you think offers the least offensive method of immortality?
My money is on Solomon
Well, Mammon is likely as ageless as any Kindly One. Let’s not count him, then.
Of course, offensive is a matter of perspective.
I would say Incubus, at least for a definition of “least offensive” that allows for all manner of sex acts. People tend to waste so much of their sexual energy, after all, that absorbing it harmlessly and metabolizing it for the purpose of life-enhancement seems perfectly doable, if perhaps inefficient.
I imagine the grand dragon to have a giant hour glass with each falling grain representing a bit of wealth spent and life lost. As long as the great balance sheet is positive there is life eternal.
I suspect that Gog Agog is modular. If one piece dies substitute a new one.
The old king Zoss dies when he feels like dying and is only partially in the mood.
The most inoffensive of all must be our prophetic lady of sloth who seems to be able to stretch out her life indefinably simply by refusing to metabolize. Remember: All life is fundamentally fire. Do not use your fuel extravagantly with things like blinking.
In case people missed it, I’d like to point out that immortality peaches are a thing from Chinese mythology and were eaten by Sun Wukong.
Does anyone else think Assemblage 23 House on Fire, is a good song for Mottom?
The lyrics just sort of… fit her.
—- Middle third of the song —
Emerging from the wreckage
Of a life that once was
Confounded by the damage
My own psyche does
I bear the scars
Of an insufferable will
And the tyrannical reign
it threatens to instill
Some seek control
By grabbing hold of their lives
In a futile attempt
To help themselves survive
I dig myself
Into a much deeper hole
Running from a fate
That I can never control
I sought refuge in a house on fire
I took shelter in a wall of flame
I built a prison in my own subconscious
There’s nothing else left
Nothing else left to blame.
I assume the other two handmaidens are carrying the other two conditions? The tallest is carrying a censer, but that may simply be for effect, and I can’t see what the gray-dressed handmaiden is carrying.
Hopefully they will be more appetizing than this first condition.
Interesting that Alice would be given a peach of immortality by Mottom because of Mottom’s misunderstanding of the prophecy. An attempt to foil it will help fulfill it. And it looks like there will be an alliance or a bargain as well, likely with Mottom in charge. It appears this is the manner the pillars of heaven shall fall… though neither woman suspects it yet. I believe the human saying is, “the blond leading the blond.”
No, no, no! It is “the bland leading the bland.” Always beware those who bore you, for you shall least notice their treachery til it is too late.
Wise council. May the boring never lord over you brother.
Hmm. Your name reassures your number, Angel.
Even my kin have not always appreciated the simple notion that great truths are frequently found within obvious facts. As a human once said, “The wise man finds wisdom wherever he looks.”