Wielder of Names 4-80
There was a night when YISUN’s speaking house was full beyond measure. The Gods were deep in their cups, and time was stretched like sheet glass to accommodate the length of their assembly. A score of pearlescent techno-saints labored with very little mirth and a great deal of sweat to prevent it from snapping completely.
During that time, there were thirty and one questions asked.
Here is the first question: “What is the taste of death?” asked Pragma, whose beard was woven with the bark of the grieving tree. He was a melancholy fellow who scarcely could be found imbibing penumbric nectar as was the fashion of that age.
“Steel,” said Ogam-an, who was accustomed to war. But this was a poor answer. It was not a metal word that was sought.
“It is a sweet taste,” said Ovis, who spoke only in hollow noises, “I crave it. Build me a coffin out of it.”
And they did, for Ovis was fond of coffins, especially those made of glass, air, or rhetoric. But very shortly she grew discontent, asked for holes to be drilled in it. When pressed, she admitted she expected death would very quickly become boring and she had a lot of business to complete first.
“I amend my answer. It should not be craved. Death has a sweet taste because it is a circle-cleaver,” said Ovis. “Otherwise it is more bitter that the bitterest ash.”
“This is a good answer,” said YISUN.
A worm wonders at the whimsy of giants.
Dude, quit speaking for me. Rude.
But does it? The dirt tastes the same under humble and heady edifices alike.
Not if the humble are buried in shit.
How adorable! Not something I expect from this comic.
I feel like wooshing noises are appropriate.
Also using demons as tailors is so demeaning. This is why we hate you people.
But if they are fashion demons?
After all….
The Devil wears prada.
The Shoemaker Guild uses the War-Devils as footrests of their mighty. While using our gilded kin as handmaiden is a waste of their numerous talents, Mother Om could do much worse…
And, young flame, instead of hating mankind, drink with them! Make merry! This is the way to success, and shedding names.
Ah but love and hate are two sides of the same coin, the more you have of one the more you have of the other.
that is one of the secrets we bearers of the hot black flame keep from the bearers of the cool white flame.
It is easy to hide the secrets of one side of a coin from the other.
To be fair, your kin are known masters of dress sense. If I had need of clothing, I would assuredly hire a Devil for it.
My honesty permits and i shall oblige: your kin is well spoken for their cloth weaving skills
There is no way this can end any worse
It’s a good thing Allison ate the whole bite of whatever-that-was… if she hadn’t, she’d be fourteen. OMG zits…
I could not have such different feelings between this page and the last one. Amazing.
Bloody Hell, things have really gone down the rabbit hole. This isn’t just plain crazy anymore; it’s Alice in Wonderland Level crazy. Royalty are so screwed up.
(Loving that the masked demon handmaids are still there, btw; mainly because of the possibility that one of them may turn out to be Cio in disguise. We need more Cio)
WHERE’S CIO WHEN WE NEED HER?
“And then, Alice-UN, the Rising King, after eating Mottom’s veiny peach, was brought back when she was twelve. An age where she discovered wonders, an age she loved.”
The age she discovered sarcasm.
pre-teens full of angst make for more engaging stories.
Can a demon wear a mask over her mask? And if so, does the new mask conceal or define?
And, more importantly: is it considered cheating?
Dirty cheating.
Can we expect anything else from a demon?
Maxim 31: Only cheaters prosper
We interrupt this god-slaying odyssey across the cosmos to bring you a fabulous party!
Damn, I’m gonna be sad when Mottom has to get dusted- she’s probably the most fun of the demiurges, I’m sure.
Don’t be so sure. Gog-Agog is apparently the darling of Throne television.
A strict reading of the prophecy only requires that the the power structure of the Seven devolves. Mottom may yet live to see the end of the comic.
Mottom keeps on living forever?
Well that’s just peachy.
I don’t know. I bet the whole ‘on a quest to destroy the multiverse’ story is a great way to break the ice. Plus with all those nails in his back, Jagganoth could easily double as a hat rack.
Servants have manifold flaws, but a lack of competence in their designated field has never been among them.
And to be honest, very little expertise is required in the “stand behind me” and “hold what I tell you to hold” fields unless you habitually attend the more grandiose variety of party.
Wow. Getting real Alice in Wonderland vibes right now.
Allison Wonderland.
Which is easily the best band name this sage has ever conceived.
Allison Wonderland and the Infinite Wheel of Existance
i wonder what ciocie
would think of this
With clarion ring and giant blade
Evil from the Road we did forbade
Still we wander as the Wheel decays
Dismissed did we, the Mendicant haze
Those with nothing can reach YISUN
Endless victories, but we haven’t a one
Fear the miserable in the ditch
She’ll conquer Throne and be a bitch.
If all the Peregrine Knights were as poetic and well-versed in literature, I would surely join your order in this instant!
Forget about your life, young Alice-UN. Your life ended long ago.
Instead, think on what is to come. It is not so much a life as it is a hideous half-death, but death is indeed the grandest adventure of all.
Holy hell, if one small bit did all that to her, odds are a full peach would have turned her back into a zygote.
The oroboros is slain by cleaving it’s belly, but is it not also slain by removing its tail from its throat? It is an equal cleft of a circle.
The oroboros is defined by the tail in it’s mouth. foolish it would be to attack infinity from it’s ends.
The 73 recursive regiment began such a flanking maneuver several kalpa ago. with a good telescope you can still see them, hard at it.
Hilarious!! Not at all the way I expected this encounter to go at all.
‘What a curious feeling!’ said Alice; ‘I must be shutting up like a telescope.’
And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her face brightened up at the thought that she was now the right size for going through the little door into that lovely garden. First, however, she waited for a few minutes to see if she was going to shrink any further: she felt a little nervous about this; ‘for it might end, you know,’ said Alice to herself, ‘in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?’ And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.
After a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! when she got to the door, she found she had forgotten the little golden key, and when she went back to the table for it, she found she could not possibly reach it: she could see it quite plainly through the glass, and she tried her best to climb up one of the legs of the table, but it was too slippery; and when she had tired herself out with trying, the poor little thing sat down and cried.
Oh my god they’re adorable!
It wears off. It will probably wear off in this comic too…
Oh no! She’s adorable! Damn you, Abbadon! You’ve found my weakness!
I wonder if Nadia will remain this peppy for however long she remains in this form.
‘That is a terrible answer’ thought the consummate liar.
Mottom.
You’ve afflicted she who wields the Key of Kings with the beginnings of puberty.
The question of ‘Why not?’ is not rhetorical.
Yes, she has afflicted herself with puberty. Apparently she does this kind of thing all the time.
“I have also mastered perspective, “Said the Master of Aesthetics to Aesma, “so I will teach you the way to change your form and the shape of your earthly mind, and the color of my meaning will become known to you.”
Oh no! they are cute! also…how does the shrinking work? it must be painfull for the bones.
They shed their outer skin quite easily, so it may be that, rather than shrinking, they simply come out fully formed as a smaller person as their old appearances molt off.
Lying in the face of God.
I ain’t gonna explain shit.
I feel like Mottom is kind of excited to have a girlfriend to go do girl things with. Braid hair, gossip, flay insubordinates…Maybe once upon a time she had real bosom pals, and with the threat of true annihilation over her head, she’s said “fuck it!” and decided to go back to the more innocent amusements of eons past. Latching on to a buddy just for the hell of it, eager to play and cavort.
I wonder how many memes could be made with just the third panel, devoid of context.