Wielder of Names 5-88
Chapter: 5
“First of all you will eat all the bodies
No matter they pray for freedom they’ll kill you
Forward you crush those going backwards
The wolves are now your lords
No matter they pray for freedom they’ll kill you
Forward you crush those going backwards
The wolves are now your lords
Voracious flames upon the earth
Second step you eat all the creation
Swallow the trees, the lakes and all the valleys
Crush the moon and drink the river flowing
Deeper than ocean blue
Swallow the trees, the lakes and all the valleys
Crush the moon and drink the river flowing
Deeper than ocean blue
Burning all that, burning all that
They teach you how to conquer and rule the world
The towers that you built so strong, no man can touch
They tell you how to find and raise the fears
And let them grow inside of your heart, they need no walls”
The towers that you built so strong, no man can touch
They tell you how to find and raise the fears
And let them grow inside of your heart, they need no walls”
-Gojira, ‘Wolf Down the Earth’
“Invite angels to your party, and their dance will make a mockery of your plans.”
-Kerdavi Bowie, Grand Rock-Wizard of the 199th Outer Sphere
Put on your red shoes and dance the blues.
Unless you invited 728 Pin Head Exultant Tap – a singularly exceptional dancer, among both angels and mortals. Depending on how it perceives your plans, it may compliment them rather than mock them through dance. Pin Head is a bit of a Bon Vivant, though its other…past times…often leave people nervous, but the dancing if it is pleased, is simply divine.
“A guest list which includes angels is destined to shorten.”
-Metallican Proverb
Fools call cowardice what the wise call bidding time; An intricate game of generals that are all vying for survival.
But a general who does nothing but bide their time, has an armchair for a field seat, and are generally of little use – a general who will not fight, even at the best possible circumstances, is neither wise, nor fool, for they are, one way or another, dead.
Yep, I’m with Allison here. Well, I would be, if I was brave enough to say such things to the face of the Demiurge. I would, you know, probably not be.
Even if she’s very afraid she still talks the naked truth, not sweet-covered nor rosy-colored.
Correction: she actually throws the truth at Nadia Om’s face
In the end Allison is not the one who’s the most afraid here.
To be equally fair, Ally knows very little of what there is to fear – ignorance can be a fount for bravery, on occasion.
I should think that turning a king into a peach tree with a snap of one’s fingers would be a sufficient demonstration to dispel ignorance. AL-YIS-UN’s bravery is purely her own, for better or worse.
The Demiurge has shown their innermost fear to Allison, Nadia isn’t in a position of power over her.
There ARE priorities. You can call her a fucking coward. You can say she’s full of horse pucky. But one thing you never ever do is screw with the guest list. Someone’s gonna pay…
The punishment and reward of GLORY, placement on an ivory pedestal for all to witness and never allowed to leave descend only ascend further onto an self inflicted hell. The glorious shall be punished for ye be guilty of fear, innocence, and ignorance.
Loving that second panel. Just perfect!
Yeah Ally don’t fall for that bunk. How does Mom Om’s excuse even make sense anyway? She’s picking her conquests apart for trinkets and shiny stuff, not increasing her power. I doubt collecting ten thousand teapots carved from the skulls of kings is gonna be of any use in keeping Jagganoth at bay.
You say that those skull teapotsare good for nothing in a fight, but wait and see when those morbid items of finery turn out to be the Red God’s greatest weakness.
A teapot carved from the skull of a king is definitely a thing I would buy. Buy Six Billion Merch Items when?
Consider the lion.
Awe-inspiring is the male of the species, resplendent in mane, who divides his days between lovemaking and sleeping in his lair. Lean and brutal is the female of the species, whose days are spent in hunting to feed each other, their children, and the resplendent parasite who is their father.
Glorious is the lion.
And what a pathetic, ruined thing he becomes when the huntresses can find no more corpses to bring him.
You overlook the two greatest duties of the lion: to keep other lions from devouring his cubs, and to devour the cubs of other lions.
power can be it’s own prison. After a certain point it can become less about what you *want* and more about what you’re obligated to do, and the consequences if you don’t. They don’t have peace so much as they have a shaky truce, one wrong move, one misstep, and you wind up being tormented by rivals, dead, or worse than dead.
To put it in terms that make sense to Allison’s world: Making a billion dollars a year sounds great on paper. It’s less great when you work 18+ hours a day to get it and have no time to enjoy it in any meaningful way, have to have bodyguards, surveillance, and can’t go anywhere unplanned or chaperoned because of kidnapping threats, can’t trust anyone because everyone’s out to use your wealth for their own ends, and quickly find that when you can buy anything nothing has any value to you because you don’t have to earn it.
Mottom isn’t entirely wrong. Empires are vast, hungry, engines of destruction. Rome, the UK, the US, in many ways we aren’t all that different than she is. Her power is simply concentrated rather than diffused across a faceless bureaucracy.
Yes, she could go rogue and do as she pleases. But then, there would be consequences. The least of which is the Red God.
Her cup is filled to overflowing…to keep it filled more blood need be shed.
Her many followers demand a drink from her golden chalice, and if she denies them they will drink from her golden form instead to sate themselves.
So she looks and drains each new world to ash, to fill her chalice full, and gains another clawing for a drink.
Her cup runneth over, and it’s all she can do to tred water
She tried the ‘I’m a put-upon woman’ defense. Glad that Allison called that out. Om’s a world-oppressing tyrant.
Wow, that’s honest fear, and honest bravery. Both equally amazing.
A thousand lifetimes of pain is a long time to suffer without seeking healing. Most who ask me to facilitate their healing do so after but a few weeks of annoyance. The queen’s fear of growth must be formidable.
I’m rather afraid, good Healer, that it is not simply formidable, but terminal.
two twelve year olds staring intensely at one another on a stage in the middle of a ballroom crowded with royalty
everyone is afraid
Mounting a horse was difficult for humans before the invention of stirrups. It required tugging on the mane. Alas, tigers do not have manes.
One song glory, one song before I go
Glory, one song to leave behind
Find one song, one last refrain
Glory, from the pretty boy front man
Who wasted opportunity
One song, he had the world at his feet
Glory, in the eyes of a young girl
A young girl, find glory
Beyond the cheap colored lights
One song, before the sun sets
Glory, on another empty life
Time flies, time dies
Glory, one blaze of glory
One blaze of glory, glory
-Rent
Behold the bright lights coming down on time;
Before these altars black, made from your sacrifice
And she’ll have fun fun fun ’till Big Daddy takes her glimmer away…
Party crashing time!
Look at those two smol children glaring at each other. Child Mottom is my new favourite. Also Alison laying down the truth on Mottom is wonderful.
How much evil is just a matter of inertia?
All of it.
There is nothing truly creative in pure destruction.
The circle: Pure. Barren.
And in pure destruction, for its own sake and not for its results, there is no evil.
Au contrare!
That is the purist form of evil. To harm another for the greater good, or to take a life to sustain your own, are noble and necessary evils, and thee is no shame in them.
My own universe is just 7,777 worlds of constant, bloody evolution. Even the solar powered lifeforms defend themselves from the constant onslaught of predators, with a might that dwarfs that of a mere human. Bloodshed to sustain the cycle of more and greater bloodshed. The worlds are, in turn, harvested by my reapers, and only a small gleaning, of the heartiest stock, is left as seed for the next harvest.
To hurt for the sheer drive to hurt is the purest and most barren expression of evil. Cut a smiling child, for no other reason than that the hate in your heart demands a target to hurt. Tell him why, and watch his face as that seed of pure evil sinks into his shattered psyche. Then you will know the Truth of the Circle.
In this rotten Age? I’d say that almost 80%. The 20% is active evil.
Wielder of Names vs Caller of Bullshit.
And we look to these, false Kings whom are but cogs in causality. Morality is lost to metal, but AL-YI-SUN knows betta!
okay, HOW did I miss that. Clearly, my mind has failed me terribly. *goes out, blows out brain, regrows a replacement* This one better not fail me.
Loving Allison’s “not buying it” expression here.
That is the most polite way to say, “The castle is being invaded!” that I have ever seen.
“The princess is in another castle! Oh, wait, nevermind. You’re both bere.”
In the courts of Royalty, those who armor themselves with tact last far longer than those clad in steel.
How sad that Nadia has spent so many lifetimes trying to escape by collecting things. Really, she might be better off letting some things go. But then, perhaps the price of immortality is lack of change?
The question is is she being honest about it.
When a 12 year old calls you a fucking coward, you know you’re a true coward.
True, but Om seems fine with that truth.
I am sure she denies it all.
I guess aging does that to humans… Poor broken souls… I can see that 6 Juggernaut also brings mercy with his Wheel.
YOU HAVE NOT DISAPPOINTED, AL-YIS-UN
Gojira oh my oh my