Not that far off what I was expecting, though I was thinking more Audrey and less a hanging tree. I shouldn’t have, because we’ve already seen her make trees of kings, and that fruit…
Because it has an “easily acquired” source of fertilizer? I mean, I doubt the virtuous king who bravely defied the tyrant queen wants young maiden flesh. There’s also the fact that Hastet Om was a Demiurge, which would mean his will and power was strong enough to bring himself back from the dead (in a manner of speaking) to demand sacrifices. The fruit that grows from his branches may be even more potent, then.
It would seem so. She relies on her husband for eternal youth, but must constantly feed him young virgin blood to ensure that youth. Such is gluttony. Such is GLORY.
Of all the reasons for violence, glory is the one which most puzzled me as a child, for I knew no way of pinning down of what glory really was, exactly. But it seemed to be the greatest cause of war, for no base vice was ever the rallying cry of an army that I’ve ever heard of.
Looking back through history, one nation might invade another in act of revenge, but going back further, when did such cycles of invading begin? The answer, it seemed, was always with glory. No one would give me a better answer, but suggested I delay taking action rather than publicly rallying for the end of glory as a justification for military invasion.
Based on what I currently gather: If glory is what is praised, loved, demanded and honored by the people, then to fight for the glory of something is the fight to make it popular. Therefore, if one seeks to bring about righteousness in a world of the reviled, one should take care to avoid using glorification of righteousness as a guarantee of righteousness, to prevent vileness from hiding beneath a veil of praise.
Humanity is Aesma’s mistake, Preem DaffGrind, forged from the aspect of YIS drawn from the Flame Eternal. At best, humanity is YIS’ misbegotten grandchildren.
I’m not certain I understand what provoked this humble correction, however your statement is technically accurate.
That is what the liturgy refers to them as, but they are only “daughters of Yis” in the same sense that the Aeons are “White sons of Un”. That is to say, technically yes, but not really.
I believe Jesus and Christ are twin divinities from the Edge Kingdoms of Sondare. Don’t know what they have to do with any of these, nor why they have decided to engage in incest.
No, they were referring to Jesús Fucking Christ. A demon hunter from one of the Earths in Incubus’s domain.
Few people know, but “Fucking” is a valid middle name in some worlds. Just as one of Jesús’s demon hunting pals, Garcia Fucking Hotspur. That man’s journey through his local version of hell is legendary.
Ah, so this is the fate of the chosen maidens. This one supposes that of all the fates that could befall a beautiful young maiden this one is perhaps not the worst. This one also wonders, however, what would happen if this gruesome tree-man was not feed his tithe of blood.
Perhaps it was meant to be this way, her fate may lie elsewhere. Perhaps, even, she is meant to be of some assistance to our beloved Alison. Think: the place she comes from puts great emphasis on being chosen, and it would bode ill for her if she were to suddenly return home, claiming that mysterious stranger had taken her place. She would be an outcast! Unable to return home for threat of persecution, and with little knowledge of the world beyond her borders, what else can she do but seek out that stranger?
Imagine having the job description of “blood-waterer of the queen’s husband.” Just… draining wife-blood, feeding it to the gaping mouth of the eternal tree-corpse and harvesting his immortality-granting crotch fruit. Imagine going home to your spouse and kids knowing you spend the vast majority of your time literally feeding your boss the /blood of innocent maidens/.
Ten bucks says those gardeners are all blind, so they don’t have to look at Hastet-Om while they do this.
That I thought as well, Preem Avesh, until I remembered the scarred statues and saw the scars on the faces of these. Might they be his last living wives aside of Mottom?
Look at the skin tones, and notice that the clothing that they’re wearing entirely conceals their necks. Odds are, they’re the same kind of being as the chattering skeletons we saw in Throne, at a less advanced stage of decay; they slice the throats of the sacrifices, and then the shades of the slain are brought back to inhabit their own corpses.
See, I like that. That’s nearly as horrific/metal as the original sacrifice process — not only are the dead wives fed to Hastet-Om, their souls are used to reanimate their corpses so they can be more efficiently used to feed more wives to Hastet-Om.
So, let’s get this sequence of shittiness straight.
First they are stolen from their homes and families to be handmaidens, then they are hung upside-down and have their blood drained from their slit throat, and finally they have their shade bound to their corpse so that they can do this to the next lot.
Yeevus, y’unholiness. I know that being ruler of a metric fuckton of worlds alters y’r perspective, but… actually… that’s a pretty good explanation for why this wouldn’t bother her very much. If she considered herself a better alternative than anyone else, it becomes a matter of deciding whether this is a lesser evil. Or, Hells, maybe when you rule so many worlds you just go batshit bananas.
You forget, brother, that humans have a great capacity to believe what they choose. I am sure that those who are involved in the tending of the Tree of Woe are very sure that what they are doing is Glorious and in some way involves saving the universe by perpetuating Queen Om or balancing fate or some such. It also helps that the families they go home to (assuming they are allowed) are well provided for in return for their service… in status even if they are not allowed money. For me to believe that one of these gardeners has doubts, even when a doubting Maiden struggles or screams, I would have to see it expressed with my own eye.
If my informations are exact (and I hold them from Preem Tunka Dern, King of Teness), those are the Whores of the Unholy Order of Dim Dawn. They’re a secret order among the many (all-female) orders of Mottom.
I’ve been told that they were in charge of the maidens, but I surely didn’t know it was for such dark purpose.
Nadia Om may look pretty, she reeks evil and darkness.
Is it odd I knew the fruit of youth came from killing the maidens? Or is it weird I didn’t imagined them fed to a tree in such a manner? By his mistresses. Such troubles some go to look young. Was blood not to her taste, or did she feared her husband that much. I presume I know the answer. All rulers are alike, all cowards, and their might their terrible weakness. For true might is taken and shaped only by fools. All rulers clever as they become are aware of the beautiful lie of might, “the weak don’t take from the strong”.
All these years and she is still a slave to her husband.
It is incredible the power fear, hunger and despair can instill on a living thing, to push one to steal a 7th part of the multiverse and not feel remorse for it.
I wonder what the other usurpers’ excuses will be.
I think it’s not her husband, but her vanity that she is a slave to. It is grotesque how just a couple pages ago she was complaining that people did not care about her skills but only her looks – and now it is revealed that after stealing one seventh of all the power in the universe she used it to look pretty.
Mother Om is guilty of a great many things, gluttony least of all. She imposes her suffering tenfold on others in a futile attempt to appease it, she lets her power rule her then denies any responsibility, and she feasts on the fruits of horrors she once tried to prevent, but to accuse her of vanity is to miss the point, Pree tronn.
The jewel must glimmer. How fortunate for Nadia that her treehusbandcorpse provides just what she needs to glimmer eternally, so she keeps him around, feeds his desires with girls like herself, so she can perpetuate the cycle. A gilded cage of her own making.
Condition #2 is to continue the cycle. I wonder what she means, exactly, for Allison to do, what other conditions there are, and what this future offer at the end of their lil’ stroll will be.
They appear to have had their heads removed so that their bodies could be quickly and easily drained of blood, after which they are reunited with their heads and carefully prepared for disposal…
Look closely, the sacrifices are hung by their feet with some kind of leather funnel-bag fastened around their necks which gravity-feeds blood into the bowl…
…
You know…
For all the consideration Om clearly put into designing this system, and all of the effort she has put into keeping it quiet, it apparently never once occurred to her that maiden blood is a renewable resource…
Would it really have been that much more difficult than this to simply amass a large collection of maidens and periodically have modest amounts of blood drawn drawn from them?
There is no rest for the strong-willed in this cursed land.
8
Be fire: A burning will that consumes everything in its path to survive. Dance a dance of destruction and rebirth
12
Be like The Flame: Gentle but with potentional to burn all.
Know to yield when nececery.
Give life only when death has taken all.
Bring death only when life has become uncontrollable.
Truly, Mother Om’s Glory, and her gluttony, are inherited from the one she called her husband.
This bearer of the flames of Justice wonders as to the conclusion of the tale of Pree Aesma and the Red Eyed King.
She should burn it or simply drop whole palace into the active vulcano or something.
Age restoring fruits are probably the reason why she haven’t done that thing.
Ah such a beautiful thing glory is, it glows with frightful power that many seek out but is so grotesque that only those who reach the mountain tops realizes how ugly it truly is but only when its to late.
Though, I think it’s the other way around here. Whether or not Mottom wishes to feed his urges, there most certainly would be many willing to tend to Hastet’s desires for a taste of the fruits he grows.
Given her description I am surprised she did not pulp him, use the pulp to make parchment, the parchment to make a book, and then write within a litany of her hatred for the man. Continuing to care for him, no matter how useful she finds the fruits seems… odd.
I bet Allison feels weird now that she knows the fruit she ate grew off this guy’s big old Tree Dick. And was fed by human sacrifice, but mostly Tree Dick.
Moving in with Mottom, gonna eat a lot of peaches
I’m moving in with Mottom, I’m gonna eat me a lot of peaches
I’m moving in with Mottom I’m gonna eat a lot of peaches
Moving in with Mottom I’m gonna eat a lot of peaches
Peaches come from a man
Who eats women every day
In a palace in the sky
And if I had my little way
I’d run screaming far away
Blood-soaked peaches for more time
Moving in with Mottom, gonna eat a lot of peaches
I’m moving in with Mottom, I’m gonna eat me a lot of peaches
I’m moving in with Mottom, I’m gonna eat a lot of peaches
Moving in with Mottom, I’m gonna eat a lot of peaches
I took a little look where the roots all twist
Watched them pour blood down his throat
Seriously Mottom what the fuck
No I’m not singing anymore this is fucked up what the hell woman seriously, no for real this is bad, what the fuck were you thinking
How many have died to bring you your luncheon over the years, I wonder? How many field-hands, how many fruit-pickers, how many cart-drivers, how many sacrificed of their lives that you might enjoy your daily bread?
GLORY is uncompromising, Preem Jesse. The weak might seek to persuade themselves they exist for more than to suffer, and their petty superiors might fancy themselves above such crude hungers, but the sole luxury denied the mighty is ignorance.
All are ‘vampires by proxy,’ as you put it. And the truest measure of might is how many bleed for you.
Hahah whoa!! That was so much more repulsive and awesome that I had thought it would be. Vcool. I’m staying very tuned for the coming updates over here.
On further reflection I wonder if this is what happens when a human takes a devil into his body, but is so long-lived that the devil forgets who he was.
I just glanced over to this comic while watching a video and I had to PAUSE the video to so I could divert more attention to my eyes so they could better take in the abomination depicted above.
Haha! Not even death can truly hold someone who has borne a key of kings for so much as a moment! I can only hope Hastet Om learns to fully transcend his verdant bindings before Mottom can find a way to end his usefulness.
The next time I visit his world, I really must show that Thulsa Doom character this image and thereby impress upon him what a proper Tree of Woe looks like.
Well then.
Ee-yup
Quite.
Oh dear.
Not that far off what I was expecting, though I was thinking more Audrey and less a hanging tree. I shouldn’t have, because we’ve already seen her make trees of kings, and that fruit…
It’s the fruit she uses to change ages, isn’t it?
This is definitely the same kind of tree she turned that other guy into, too
So she can produce that fruit by other means.
So, why does she keep this tree alive?
Because it has an “easily acquired” source of fertilizer? I mean, I doubt the virtuous king who bravely defied the tyrant queen wants young maiden flesh. There’s also the fact that Hastet Om was a Demiurge, which would mean his will and power was strong enough to bring himself back from the dead (in a manner of speaking) to demand sacrifices. The fruit that grows from his branches may be even more potent, then.
It would seem so. She relies on her husband for eternal youth, but must constantly feed him young virgin blood to ensure that youth. Such is gluttony. Such is GLORY.
I don’t see what’s glorious in that
Of all the reasons for violence, glory is the one which most puzzled me as a child, for I knew no way of pinning down of what glory really was, exactly. But it seemed to be the greatest cause of war, for no base vice was ever the rallying cry of an army that I’ve ever heard of.
Looking back through history, one nation might invade another in act of revenge, but going back further, when did such cycles of invading begin? The answer, it seemed, was always with glory. No one would give me a better answer, but suggested I delay taking action rather than publicly rallying for the end of glory as a justification for military invasion.
Based on what I currently gather: If glory is what is praised, loved, demanded and honored by the people, then to fight for the glory of something is the fight to make it popular. Therefore, if one seeks to bring about righteousness in a world of the reviled, one should take care to avoid using glorification of righteousness as a guarantee of righteousness, to prevent vileness from hiding beneath a veil of praise.
And eye for an eye, A LIFE FOR A LIFE. And though it waits for her, death yet cannot find her, hidden as she is behind a veil of stolen youth.
I see true GLORY is blind to everything but its grotesque glow, saddening.
TREE OF WOE! TREE OF WOE!
OH NO! OH NO!
CAUGHT IN A TIDE OF MOURNING AND SORROW!
Okay, this is horrible. Atrocious.
And where the buttpeaches come from…
I love Alice-UN’s shocked face bcs it’s literally my face right now.
This novice begs your most gracious forgiveness for its infraction, but are men not the black daughters of YIS?
Humanity is Aesma’s mistake, Preem DaffGrind, forged from the aspect of YIS drawn from the Flame Eternal. At best, humanity is YIS’ misbegotten grandchildren.
I’m not certain I understand what provoked this humble correction, however your statement is technically accurate.
That is what the liturgy refers to them as, but they are only “daughters of Yis” in the same sense that the Aeons are “White sons of Un”. That is to say, technically yes, but not really.
Royalty is partly about being the embodiment of the two Aspects. Alice is her black aspect, and UN is obviously her white.
Praise the Rising King.
Your reading of Kill Six Billion Demons’ name is incomplete, 578.
Alisson
Alice-UN
Al-YISUN
So it is, so it shall be, and so will it be until.
it can sometimes help comprehension to write Alison’s name as AL-YIS-UN.
A three aspected king then, like the Christian god, even though he’s name is woefully under syllabled.
Perhaps Alison just realised what she had eaten only pages earlier.
That tree has a mighty big penor
you spelled penis wrong
Oh my….that’s much worse than a tentacle tree…
But really, aren’t all trees just incredibly robust yet sedate tentacle monsters that feast upon the sun and fill our lungs with the waste?
The dame from earlier was spared an honourable death nurturing the Tree.
. . .
Okay
It did not take much time for your horror to slip into acceptance.
Turn back quickly lest the next step be to embrace that which you once held horrible
jesus fucking christ
Who?
I believe Jesus and Christ are twin divinities from the Edge Kingdoms of Sondare. Don’t know what they have to do with any of these, nor why they have decided to engage in incest.
Or maybe we’ve confused them with someone else?
No, they were referring to Jesús Fucking Christ. A demon hunter from one of the Earths in Incubus’s domain.
Few people know, but “Fucking” is a valid middle name in some worlds. Just as one of Jesús’s demon hunting pals, Garcia Fucking Hotspur. That man’s journey through his local version of hell is legendary.
..oh.
Even in death, some greed still reaches for the heavens.
Ah, so this is the fate of the chosen maidens. This one supposes that of all the fates that could befall a beautiful young maiden this one is perhaps not the worst. This one also wonders, however, what would happen if this gruesome tree-man was not feed his tithe of blood.
Now I’m kind of happy that that one maiden girl failed to come to that place.
Perhaps it was meant to be this way, her fate may lie elsewhere. Perhaps, even, she is meant to be of some assistance to our beloved Alison. Think: the place she comes from puts great emphasis on being chosen, and it would bode ill for her if she were to suddenly return home, claiming that mysterious stranger had taken her place. She would be an outcast! Unable to return home for threat of persecution, and with little knowledge of the world beyond her borders, what else can she do but seek out that stranger?
He’d die, probably.
Somehow, I doubt the next chapter of Mottom’s tale will be so easily resolved.
In fact, I’d wager the mineral rights to my corpse on it, and I estimate it contains enough black glass to buy anything you want.
OOOOOOHHH SNAP!
Oh my.
Wow… How unfortunate.
WELP.
So now the true question. Why do they keep him alive? what power does he still posses?
Eternal youth, or something that resembles it. Look at the fruit, you’ve seen it previously.
He produces the peaches upon which Om gorges…
Maintaining the visage of divine glory necessitates one to partake in quite a few depraved grotesqueries apparently…
How the hell do these girls see?
Btw, it’s so funny that Nadia looks as shocked as Alice-UN! It made me laugh xD
“How the hell do these girls see?”
They don’t.
See? Not sure what you mean. Those are the stares of the dead, pal. They see nothing.
Gardening for the Mad.
Imagine having the job description of “blood-waterer of the queen’s husband.” Just… draining wife-blood, feeding it to the gaping mouth of the eternal tree-corpse and harvesting his immortality-granting crotch fruit. Imagine going home to your spouse and kids knowing you spend the vast majority of your time literally feeding your boss the /blood of innocent maidens/.
Ten bucks says those gardeners are all blind, so they don’t have to look at Hastet-Om while they do this.
I believe they are Devils. Their faces look like Masks, to me.
That I thought as well, Preem Avesh, until I remembered the scarred statues and saw the scars on the faces of these. Might they be his last living wives aside of Mottom?
Look at the skin tones, and notice that the clothing that they’re wearing entirely conceals their necks. Odds are, they’re the same kind of being as the chattering skeletons we saw in Throne, at a less advanced stage of decay; they slice the throats of the sacrifices, and then the shades of the slain are brought back to inhabit their own corpses.
See, I like that. That’s nearly as horrific/metal as the original sacrifice process — not only are the dead wives fed to Hastet-Om, their souls are used to reanimate their corpses so they can be more efficiently used to feed more wives to Hastet-Om.
It’s the Circle… the Circle of Death.
The Circle… Pure. Infertile.
As would say my ‘master’.
So, let’s get this sequence of shittiness straight.
First they are stolen from their homes and families to be handmaidens, then they are hung upside-down and have their blood drained from their slit throat, and finally they have their shade bound to their corpse so that they can do this to the next lot.
Yeevus, y’unholiness. I know that being ruler of a metric fuckton of worlds alters y’r perspective, but… actually… that’s a pretty good explanation for why this wouldn’t bother her very much. If she considered herself a better alternative than anyone else, it becomes a matter of deciding whether this is a lesser evil. Or, Hells, maybe when you rule so many worlds you just go batshit bananas.
The arborists are masked, I expect this is Devils’ work.
You forget, brother, that humans have a great capacity to believe what they choose. I am sure that those who are involved in the tending of the Tree of Woe are very sure that what they are doing is Glorious and in some way involves saving the universe by perpetuating Queen Om or balancing fate or some such. It also helps that the families they go home to (assuming they are allowed) are well provided for in return for their service… in status even if they are not allowed money. For me to believe that one of these gardeners has doubts, even when a doubting Maiden struggles or screams, I would have to see it expressed with my own eye.
Ya know…this is probably why YSUN committed suicide in the first place.
Immortality is a bum deal for everyone involved.
…assuming the gardeners are humans or servants and not devils. I suspect they are bound devils.
There are worse ways to make your living.
If my informations are exact (and I hold them from Preem Tunka Dern, King of Teness), those are the Whores of the Unholy Order of Dim Dawn. They’re a secret order among the many (all-female) orders of Mottom.
I’ve been told that they were in charge of the maidens, but I surely didn’t know it was for such dark purpose.
Nadia Om may look pretty, she reeks evil and darkness.
Is… is the trunk his penis?
It is a womb. Children are the fruit of the womb. And what are these fruit if not concentrated youth?
Reach Heaven through phallic imagery.
The fruit is certainly his seed.
I was thinking of it as a kind of reverse umbilical chord myself, but sure.
Maybe she should have lain him upside down so he would instead grow roots.
Is it odd I knew the fruit of youth came from killing the maidens? Or is it weird I didn’t imagined them fed to a tree in such a manner? By his mistresses. Such troubles some go to look young. Was blood not to her taste, or did she feared her husband that much. I presume I know the answer. All rulers are alike, all cowards, and their might their terrible weakness. For true might is taken and shaped only by fools. All rulers clever as they become are aware of the beautiful lie of might, “the weak don’t take from the strong”.
All these years and she is still a slave to her husband.
It is incredible the power fear, hunger and despair can instill on a living thing, to push one to steal a 7th part of the multiverse and not feel remorse for it.
I wonder what the other usurpers’ excuses will be.
I think it’s not her husband, but her vanity that she is a slave to. It is grotesque how just a couple pages ago she was complaining that people did not care about her skills but only her looks – and now it is revealed that after stealing one seventh of all the power in the universe she used it to look pretty.
Not just look pretty, but to stay young and stave off death, I presume.
Mother Om is guilty of a great many things, gluttony least of all. She imposes her suffering tenfold on others in a futile attempt to appease it, she lets her power rule her then denies any responsibility, and she feasts on the fruits of horrors she once tried to prevent, but to accuse her of vanity is to miss the point, Pree tronn.
Icky. Vile. Love? Liar. Deny. Dead? Safe. Farm. Feed? Life? HATE. Evil? Mott. Lord? High? Gems?!?! Liar. Liar. Girl? Hero. Goal. Evil? Here. Name? MOTT! Bend! Snap! RAGE. Goal? gOal? goAl? goaL? NEXT. LORD. Find. Hero? Kill.
Five.
Bill…
The jewel must glimmer. How fortunate for Nadia that her treehusbandcorpse provides just what she needs to glimmer eternally, so she keeps him around, feeds his desires with girls like herself, so she can perpetuate the cycle. A gilded cage of her own making.
Condition #2 is to continue the cycle. I wonder what she means, exactly, for Allison to do, what other conditions there are, and what this future offer at the end of their lil’ stroll will be.
“Tree of Woe”
Seems to me it should be renamed to “Tree of WHOA NO. NO NO NO. HELL NO.”
Tree of NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE
Tree of WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU SICK PEOPLE
However you fill your squirming mouth it all comes down to blood and flesh in the end. They are hungriest, who hunger for glory.
Well *that’s* horrific.
The cherry on the sundae has to be the way the Tree’s attendants are all scarred – can’t have anyone pretty inflame the Tree of Woe!
welp, I think that’s enough internet for me for one day, I’ll see myself out.
The comic is great by the way, it’s just holy shit, that tree freaks me out. Though that was probably the intention of the artist.
Mottom, you are the worst kind of person. Please proceed to be slain swiftly and mercilessly by Allison, thank you.
Tch, this is why we burn our dead.
A sensible practice, for multiple reasons. Ashes cannot demand sacrifice.
Usually.
If the blood runs down their faces and hair, why are the dead girls’ faces and hair all clean?
That’s Royalty for you, peasant!
Perhaps those Maidens are merely drugged, awaiting their turns?
Nay, on second look their throats are cleanly slit. Their faces must have been cleaned after they were drained.
They appear to have had their heads removed so that their bodies could be quickly and easily drained of blood, after which they are reunited with their heads and carefully prepared for disposal…
Look closely, the sacrifices are hung by their feet with some kind of leather funnel-bag fastened around their necks which gravity-feeds blood into the bowl…
…
You know…
For all the consideration Om clearly put into designing this system, and all of the effort she has put into keeping it quiet, it apparently never once occurred to her that maiden blood is a renewable resource…
Would it really have been that much more difficult than this to simply amass a large collection of maidens and periodically have modest amounts of blood drawn drawn from them?
There is no rest for the strong-willed in this cursed land.
8
Be fire: A burning will that consumes everything in its path to survive. Dance a dance of destruction and rebirth
12
Be like The Flame: Gentle but with potentional to burn all.
Know to yield when nececery.
Give life only when death has taken all.
Bring death only when life has become uncontrollable.
-The way of YISUN-
Truly, Mother Om’s Glory, and her gluttony, are inherited from the one she called her husband.
This bearer of the flames of Justice wonders as to the conclusion of the tale of Pree Aesma and the Red Eyed King.
She should burn it or simply drop whole palace into the active vulcano or something.
Age restoring fruits are probably the reason why she haven’t done that thing.
i hope allison asks why she didn’t just try to kill him again.
A treenis?
Wandering far and wide, never have I seen a vicious tree like this. This is greed flowered into madness.
(Black Metal Solo)
Why does someone who can rewrite reality need immortality fruit?
It’s just so tasty!
Thank you for your service.
Of all the many things I have seen, this by far is one of the most tame things I’ve played witness to.
Ah such a beautiful thing glory is, it glows with frightful power that many seek out but is so grotesque that only those who reach the mountain tops realizes how ugly it truly is but only when its to late.
In the end, all life comes to serve the Blood Harvest, though not always this literally.
And so we lay eyes on the white king. Mighty, yet dependent on his wife – much like in another game.
I mean, being dead is a heck of a disability.
Though, I think it’s the other way around here. Whether or not Mottom wishes to feed his urges, there most certainly would be many willing to tend to Hastet’s desires for a taste of the fruits he grows.
In many ways, we see that these fruits are not the true plums of YISUN.
Shieeeeeeeeet
My older brother warned me this would happen if I ate the seeds!
I guess that explains why the rejuvenation fruit look like testicles…
oh wow
…
that is EXTRA GROSS, well done
Well, damn … I think I’ll skip breakfast today.
Given her description I am surprised she did not pulp him, use the pulp to make parchment, the parchment to make a book, and then write within a litany of her hatred for the man. Continuing to care for him, no matter how useful she finds the fruits seems… odd.
*tries not to vomit*
*TRIES NOT TO VOMIT*
*fails*
I bet Allison feels weird now that she knows the fruit she ate grew off this guy’s big old Tree Dick. And was fed by human sacrifice, but mostly Tree Dick.
Moving in with Mottom, gonna eat a lot of peaches
I’m moving in with Mottom, I’m gonna eat me a lot of peaches
I’m moving in with Mottom I’m gonna eat a lot of peaches
Moving in with Mottom I’m gonna eat a lot of peaches
Peaches come from a man
Who eats women every day
In a palace in the sky
And if I had my little way
I’d run screaming far away
Blood-soaked peaches for more time
Moving in with Mottom, gonna eat a lot of peaches
I’m moving in with Mottom, I’m gonna eat me a lot of peaches
I’m moving in with Mottom, I’m gonna eat a lot of peaches
Moving in with Mottom, I’m gonna eat a lot of peaches
I took a little look where the roots all twist
Watched them pour blood down his throat
Seriously Mottom what the fuck
No I’m not singing anymore this is fucked up what the hell woman seriously, no for real this is bad, what the fuck were you thinking
Millions of peaches.
All the peaches.
Eat Six Billion Peaches
Eat Six Billion Peaches
Definitely not peaches for free.
Have you considered the bard’s life?
I can’t. All I do is repost good posts I find on the SA forums (A Big Thread on BSS loves K6BD). I make nothing, I just plagiarize.
NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WAS BUG GIRL’S BIGGEST FAN!!!!!!!!
SAME RIP
…soooo, yep, pretty much what we expected. If you guys don’t mind, I’ll be in that corner, freaking out.
But not freaking out half as much as Alice must be right now. She ATE one of those.
Oh, Mama Om is going to get it now.
Do my multitudes of eyes deceive me, or is Hastet releasing glowing orange spores? As odious in death as he was in life, no doubt.
So, vampire by proxy?
How many have died to bring you your luncheon over the years, I wonder? How many field-hands, how many fruit-pickers, how many cart-drivers, how many sacrificed of their lives that you might enjoy your daily bread?
GLORY is uncompromising, Preem Jesse. The weak might seek to persuade themselves they exist for more than to suffer, and their petty superiors might fancy themselves above such crude hungers, but the sole luxury denied the mighty is ignorance.
All are ‘vampires by proxy,’ as you put it. And the truest measure of might is how many bleed for you.
Hahah whoa!! That was so much more repulsive and awesome that I had thought it would be. Vcool. I’m staying very tuned for the coming updates over here.
Look upon the wretchedness of the gods.
The names of those of my kin provoked to speak by this are recorded in the Index.
End her wickedness once and for all, child inheritor. Show her the righteous wrath of the True Heir of Creation!
I KNEW this was gonna be some Elizabeth Báthory shit, I fucking CALLED IT.
Did not expect it to play out this way, though. Allison saved Nyave’s ass and I think it’s about time for her to get out of dodge and save her own.
This reminds me somewhat of the women hanging on the wall of Ciocelle’s brothel in http://killsixbilliondemons.com/comic/kbsd-4-65/
Seems Hastet Om is not unique, in this rotting multiverse, in his thirst for blood.
We all knew he was a huge dick, but didn’t knew he was THAT huge of a dick.
With a name like yours, brothersister, you surely must be one of those pesky Thorn Knights.
This won’t make it on Better Homes and Gardens!
Tree of Whoa.
But who would eat that fruit?
Clearly, someone who believes she holds the world together.
On further reflection I wonder if this is what happens when a human takes a devil into his body, but is so long-lived that the devil forgets who he was.
Well that’s…something
What the fuck.
i just realized that this reminds me of the tree from Caps for Sale so i’m gonna just keep thinking about that instead
Your flora feeds on life-ichor too? Huh. Small multiverse!
I just glanced over to this comic while watching a video and I had to PAUSE the video to so I could divert more attention to my eyes so they could better take in the abomination depicted above.
Tree of Woe! Tree of Woe!
Eats girls and bear fruit
That you can’t ignore.
In the words of common folk:”that escalated rather quickly!”
So… He is now the source of her power or something?
Of the meany things in this tale that remind this one of “Kingdom Death”, this is one of them.
Now would be an excellent time to throw up, my dear.
There is no Glory in this.
So convenient for her that she can steal the youth of these maidens without having to tie herself to drinking their blood directly.
I have a hard time believing that Hastet was the villain she claims.
Well, I guess having your throat slit is a better fate than being eaten, as I had previously believed was the case.
As a fellow Tree that feeds on existence, I salute his technique.
Getting his wife to provide the fertilizer was a good move.
Set it on fire, Alice-UN.
Fire solves every problem
Haha! Not even death can truly hold someone who has borne a key of kings for so much as a moment! I can only hope Hastet Om learns to fully transcend his verdant bindings before Mottom can find a way to end his usefulness.
Huh.
And why do they keep “watering” him?
The next time I visit his world, I really must show that Thulsa Doom character this image and thereby impress upon him what a proper Tree of Woe looks like.
Horror