Often, before we ate our master, I went with my fellow disciple FAT EARTH BEAST to the plaza in the Garden of Black Grapes where he gave instruction. There with his terrible great hands (each of which, I can attest, was big enough around to strangle an ox) he’d delicately assemble his little stall and frying pan. Taking the flour which he ground out from corn in his meditations, my brother would set to work. The sweet smell of sizzling oil and blood-sugar filled the air and – inevitably – the students gathered. “Ho, food vendors!” they would cry, “This is a place of learning! Take off with your maggot-white bread for the gnawing of the rats!” To which the BEAST only ever smiled. Laying a hand upon one shoulder (perhaps two fingers wide) and flicking up a topknot with his rumbling, fetid breath he would lean down to make the lead student an offer. “Give me ninepence or a silver wheel,” he’d say, “And I will show you a secret no tutor in this place has ever known.” Few could refuse his awful butcher’s eye. If accepted, he’d set to work happily and with such concentration that drool gathered in the cracks of his iron teeth and the veins on his belly trembled like a twitching spider. FAT EARTH BEAST would hand them a doughnut, and with his wretched liver-coloured lips exclaim, “Behold! I have made you the universe!”
I heard about that guy. Some blackwheat farmer I met talked about his legend. Also something about his cooking being observed and passed down for generations uncountable. Must have been an amazing cook if just seeing him work made for such masterful bread. Defiling it all was at least the 20th best thing I’ve ever done.
Now wait: A Blue Demon versus one of the Demiurges, who has Gold demons to carry her dishes? How is this not going to be a curbstop on the demon… unless, of course, AL-YS-UN manages to tap her power again?
Is this the same man who reads each inane thought of ours as it unfurls from our headmouths? (and should probably consider rehosting them somewhere else, if he’s out there)
Its been implied that Cio was an Ebon devil at one point and has more then a few tricks up her sleeve which could help put her on ‘relatively’ even footing.
Hell, I doubt she’d risk the ire of a demiurge unless she has something planned.
Always the master of the heroic trope. Our fan fiction writer arrives in fine form riding the mast of a ship into port to buoy up and rescue the hero who rushed in before her training was complete. And with eagles circling no less
So if Mother Om wishes to be free, does that mean she would eventually relinquish her Magus Gate to AL-YIS-UN should she have taken her up on her offer?
She does possess many of the key traits of an adventurer. Tenaciousness, impatience, rudeness, and a desire to steal things of great value that belong to others. I don’t think she’s quite expressed the key trait of being ready to slaughter everything in the dungeon between you and the best loot, though!
Cio is the only person in living memory to have stolen a key. We can assume that if anyone is capable enough, it is she. Also, she isn’t alone. Mother om now faces an angel, a powerful devil AND a kingling that she has just thouroughly pissed off. She would be wise to run in fear
Cio was a black demon when she succeeded in stealing the key though. She’s been demoted since, though certainly she’s kept her knowledge and cunning when her power was taken.
Jhorne the Murderous Vagrant Slays Monsters And Steals Their Loot
O, blasphemer! You wouldn’t dare suggest that Our Lady Cio’s diminutive status as a blue devil may actual limit her power in comparison to a Goddess, would you?
Well, obviously, yes, anyone would. But we should keep cheering her on!
Cio may be a Blue Devil, but she is also a former Ebon who stole a Magnus Gate, and was downgraded as a punishment. Her skills at The Art is still as sharp as ever, though.
This particular devil is quite skilled at the Red Art of Transformation. this is gonna help quite a lot, I think, considering Mottom’s power is based off the Red/White (pink?) Arts, and White Chain can do no such thing.
Hm. Either I misunderstood the purpose behind Allison destroying the peach tree, or Mme Om did.
“I’ll figure out another way to live forever” seemed to me like it was half the *point*. Fine! Do that, if you want! In a way that doesn’t involve the whole Countess Bathory act, preferably, but in any case, the important thing is that she’d be knocked out of her current, highly ineffective steady state and be forced to Grow a little.
Then again, it’s possible Mme Om wasn’t listening, and has just gone ahead and *assumed* that Allison was simply trying to kill her indirectly.
Ah well. More fights now, I guess. “Goddess versus Gods’ Editor” sounds like an interesting matchup, if Cio has something prepared to keep it from being an immediate curbstomp.
Moreover, true royalty cannot be impersonated. Depending on whether or not she picked a KING, Mottom’s plan was either a fool’s errand or a suicide mission, from the beginning.
Often, before we ate our master, I went with my fellow disciple FAT EARTH BEAST to the plaza in the Garden of Black Grapes where he gave instruction. There with his terrible great hands (each of which, I can attest, was big enough around to strangle an ox) he’d delicately assemble his little stall and frying pan. Taking the flour which he ground out from corn in his meditations, my brother would set to work. The sweet smell of sizzling oil and blood-sugar filled the air and – inevitably – the students gathered. “Ho, food vendors!” they would cry, “This is a place of learning! Take off with your maggot-white bread for the gnawing of the rats!” To which the BEAST only ever smiled. Laying a hand upon one shoulder (perhaps two fingers wide) and flicking up a topknot with his rumbling, fetid breath he would lean down to make the lead student an offer. “Give me ninepence or a silver wheel,” he’d say, “And I will show you a secret no tutor in this place has ever known.” Few could refuse his awful butcher’s eye. If accepted, he’d set to work happily and with such concentration that drool gathered in the cracks of his iron teeth and the veins on his belly trembled like a twitching spider. FAT EARTH BEAST would hand them a doughnut, and with his wretched liver-coloured lips exclaim, “Behold! I have made you the universe!”
Truly your brother disciple has surpassed your master.
Ugly son of a bitch he was, but damn those were some fine doughnuts.
Indeed, never in all the worlds I’ve visited have I ever found any to surpass.
Scrumptious. Truly he wrought the platonic ideal of pastries. Eternal, immutable, and somewhat wheel shaped.
But what can he do with the everything bagel?
This is a sublime pun. You are applauded by me for its birthing.
I heard about that guy. Some blackwheat farmer I met talked about his legend. Also something about his cooking being observed and passed down for generations uncountable. Must have been an amazing cook if just seeing him work made for such masterful bread. Defiling it all was at least the 20th best thing I’ve ever done.
Are you, perhaps, the inspirer of “cream filling?”
the action of draining a person, animal, or organ of blood.
“OH SHIT IT’S CIO” — Somewhat less ancient Demiurge proverb
The moon is an errant thief of sunlight, and none other can indeed steal the annoying orange orb outside my window each evening.
But even harder is it to steal the white fire of a Demiurge’s brow, than the blaze of sol.
Now wait: A Blue Demon versus one of the Demiurges, who has Gold demons to carry her dishes? How is this not going to be a curbstop on the demon… unless, of course, AL-YS-UN manages to tap her power again?
As an unwise man said in a moment of brief clarity: “Power levels are bullshit”.
Is this the same man who reads each inane thought of ours as it unfurls from our headmouths? (and should probably consider rehosting them somewhere else, if he’s out there)
Its been implied that Cio was an Ebon devil at one point and has more then a few tricks up her sleeve which could help put her on ‘relatively’ even footing.
Hell, I doubt she’d risk the ire of a demiurge unless she has something planned.
Cio stole a Key of Kings once — she’s definitely got /something/ up her sleeve.
Your average bleu demon may not stand a chance, yes. But as 82 has suggested, Cio is hardly an average demon.
Cio is a fanfiction writer, versed in the ultimate Art of Lying. As such, she should be considered as a high level Vatra herself.
Though, one wonders why she isn’t sitting on one of the seven thrones, if she can actually challenge a black emperor head-on.
Don’t forget about the Red Art! Seriously. One’sat do that tend to suddenly find the area around them rather lethal.
Well, I was wondering when she’d show up…everybody ELSE had already arrived, after all.
Always the master of the heroic trope. Our fan fiction writer arrives in fine form riding the mast of a ship into port to buoy up and rescue the hero who rushed in before her training was complete. And with eagles circling no less
The Mannerism speaks truth! Cio is playing things by the book. Behold:
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BigDamnHeroes
So if Mother Om wishes to be free, does that mean she would eventually relinquish her Magus Gate to AL-YIS-UN should she have taken her up on her offer?
She doesn’t want to be free of Glory, just responsibility. Immortality without obligation. Foolish really.
She will die for her transgression. Death is but a change.
She’ll rot all the faster without duty or purpose to cling to. Foolish little girl can’t see anything past her desperation and regret.
These rotted pillars will burn with the fires of god.
I don’t see why she would need Nadia’s copy of one of Seven Syllables of Royalty, since she has all seven of the Originals.
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
my reaction exactly
Dear Mother Om,
Run and cower in fear, for your shit is about to be truly wrecked beyond the comprehension of the gods.
Praise the return of Cio!
Is Cio an honourary member of your profession, Jhorne? Her exploits seem to fit the bill.
She does possess many of the key traits of an adventurer. Tenaciousness, impatience, rudeness, and a desire to steal things of great value that belong to others. I don’t think she’s quite expressed the key trait of being ready to slaughter everything in the dungeon between you and the best loot, though!
Did you see what she did with those paper soldiers at Hell 71?
Isn’t Cio weaker than the angel? She’s not much of a threat to Om.
She may be many times weaker, but she is by far the superior swordsman.
Cio is the only person in living memory to have stolen a key. We can assume that if anyone is capable enough, it is she. Also, she isn’t alone. Mother om now faces an angel, a powerful devil AND a kingling that she has just thouroughly pissed off. She would be wise to run in fear
Cio was a black demon when she succeeded in stealing the key though. She’s been demoted since, though certainly she’s kept her knowledge and cunning when her power was taken.
O, blasphemer! You wouldn’t dare suggest that Our Lady Cio’s diminutive status as a blue devil may actual limit her power in comparison to a Goddess, would you?
Well, obviously, yes, anyone would. But we should keep cheering her on!
Cio may be a Blue Devil, but she is also a former Ebon who stole a Magnus Gate, and was downgraded as a punishment. Her skills at The Art is still as sharp as ever, though.
It seems undeniably so.
I must assume she will resort to trickery.
Hey now, we can actually comprehend an awful lot of shit pwnage.
That said, I expect this to be one of the finest vintages I’ve seen in some time.
A wise man once told me it is best to be fashionably late. I slew him on the spot.
I think I might be beginning to understand what he meant…
He was rather well-dressed wasn’t he.
Indeed. As well-dressed as a man covered in blood can be…
Oh, you meant before didn’t you.
What can a demon do that an angel cannot?
This particular devil is quite skilled at the Red Art of Transformation. this is gonna help quite a lot, I think, considering Mottom’s power is based off the Red/White (pink?) Arts, and White Chain can do no such thing.
Fight dirty.
Considering this is a demon who successfully stole a Key of Kings before…
Possibly quite a lot.
A demon? Nary more. But a practitioner of the Art? Hmph! I have seen few who have underestimated Vatra and lived to tell the tale.
Where an angel can only raise heaven on earth, a demon brings hell.
An angel brings the light that blinds, a demon the flame which burns.
Who else could match the skill of Queen Mottom with The Art.
Got a feeling we’re about to find out!
Something constructive.
Subtlety.
Shenanigans.
Lie.
Best answer!
We should be hearing Andy Kaufman sing, but he’s not a character here.
Hm. Either I misunderstood the purpose behind Allison destroying the peach tree, or Mme Om did.
“I’ll figure out another way to live forever” seemed to me like it was half the *point*. Fine! Do that, if you want! In a way that doesn’t involve the whole Countess Bathory act, preferably, but in any case, the important thing is that she’d be knocked out of her current, highly ineffective steady state and be forced to Grow a little.
Then again, it’s possible Mme Om wasn’t listening, and has just gone ahead and *assumed* that Allison was simply trying to kill her indirectly.
Ah well. More fights now, I guess. “Goddess versus Gods’ Editor” sounds like an interesting matchup, if Cio has something prepared to keep it from being an immediate curbstomp.
I’m happy to see Cio again!
Also, nice boat in that last panel.
The story of Cio obtaining that sky-ship is likely an epic tale that puts everything we have been following in her absence to shame.
A true KING need no slaves, for all creation is their servant.
Truly, you know your Liturgy.
Let’s watch the Rising King conquer his Throne.
Moreover, true royalty cannot be impersonated. Depending on whether or not she picked a KING, Mottom’s plan was either a fool’s errand or a suicide mission, from the beginning.
The doors of opportunity are shut and locked, and the gatekeeper comes in wrath.
‘Tis good to have a key thief on your side under those circumstances.
Fight! Fight! Cut each other and revel in the blood! It shall all be rendered so beautifully on my digital screen!
Cruelty, I have heard, is unavoidable.
that every human being has to go through some suffering.
Mike ix told me so. He’s in hospital I think.
The only thing that could make this better is more Oscar.
Who do you think is piloting the sky boat!
Oscar as a pirate captain! The more I think about it the better it gets!
I don’t know if this is the case. But I surely hope so.
YAAAAAAAASSSSSS
first: I caaaaaalled iiiiiiit.
Sorry, had to. and Cio’s made her entrance on the top of the mast of an airship. Good choice!
Goodness it’s been far too long since Cio’s last appearance hasn’t it?
I like Nadia’s MILF shape.
You say that about every power-mad tyrant of the cosmos.
At this point, I can’t even argue against you.
Monarch Idly Lacerating Females?
Heh, diabolus ex machina.
Cio! Oh beauteous fan fiction writer!
Did Allison just snap all the vines that bound her with a single flex of her arms?
Indeed, this is so.
The Incipient Godking is learning her new station very quickly, tutored by the Terrible, the Luckless, and the Scribe.
Such a jape this is! Such a display of Glory backed by no wisdom, opposed by Royalty with no foundation.
I am entertained indeed.
Hey look, the best character is back
What a curious statement, considering EVERY character in Kill Six Billion Demons is the best character.
Still, it is lovely to see her again.