First, it is not sorrowful for Royalty to conquer everything. The only one who has ever done so, Zoss, was not sorrowful at all, not even after his death.
Second, to conquer everything is simply not possible, depending on your context; because while conquering everything ‘current’ is possible, conquering everything ‘forever’ is not, simply because that is a circle, and circles are to be broken.
Third… that quote is mistranslated, done as it was by someone lacking Blue Devil liquor. The original has Alexander weeping precisely because he had not conquered enough. This is the true source of sorrow for Royalty – when the circle is cut too early, and one discovers you lack the time to conquer everything you would, otherwise.
Of course, all circles are cut early. Even Mottom weeps at the end of hers. But you can take of that what you will.
You would diminish our sorrow by making it common and mingling it with anger and disgust.
Our empathy for one even as wretched as Nadia the Blood Flower ennobles and empowers us.
Consider The Glorious Mother Om: Humbled in the depths of sorrow, her great will darkened. Only in this state is she free to ‘perhaps’ break the cycle of abuse and chart a new course for the future.
Oh Nadia Om will you not now put the weight of your sin sick city down from off your mind and soul, turn anew and seek healing?
This one has heard that “Virgins blood” in occult definition is blood that has not been used previously in a spell. Not nessicarrily someone who has not had sex.
Vitriol is indeed the proper response to counterfactual belief in one’s impotence, but let us not forget the proper place of pity for the old and weary. May no one be denied a pleasant end. Had I still my tear ducts, they would drip.
Om stated clearly that she had not changed her plans to make Allison her replacement. She’s said she had no qualms with forcing Allison into the job, either. So, she clearly intended to hold on to her. Indeed, all of those hands suggest to me a literal attempt to grab her.
The piercing her limbs bit was part of a process of breaking Allison’s will to make her compliant to Om’s plans.
It looked like a titanic battle was about to kick off in that first panel, but in the end Allison merely disappears, apparently teleporting the whole ship away with her. Which, in fact, is the most devastating thing she could do to Om here, dashing her plans and leaving her with nothing to show for all of this chaos. This is why Om laughs as she cries.
Poor Mottom. This is the moment she realizes Allison is truly Ascendant. Now all she has left is the torturous experience of a millennia-old body dying of natural causes.
Primordial Am-Sxhad Who Breaks Masks And Forged His Own Name
It is the eyes of the profaned old who see the rise of the Holy new. Their suffering will be endless, their time at an end. They will see their end coming, feel it fester and grow until not even their combined power can compare to the beauty of the New.
Such is the tale of Alise-UN whose Name is Kill Six billion demons, among which is “I”
I look forward to seeing her…
-from the lips of the Hirophant of Demons whose word is gospel,
Primordial Am-Sxhad Who Breaks Masks And Forged His Own Name
91 Black Hammer, Forged in Flame, Breaks Souls Across the Anvil of the Universe
Well, this is something that I have never seen before, a Key of Kings gone totally dark. What a wretched creature Nadia Om must be. Alas, if she was not so concerned about maintaining the stalemate between the Seven perhaps she would find peace as YISUN did- holy suicide.
I believe, to a degree she has.
Like Aesma, she hungered for what was already hers, and now suffers the price and the reward.
She is dying, and knows she will die, there is nothing left to kindle her flame.
But she has also seen a glimpse of the world and what is to come, and the real truth of Glory. It is a truth that brings her both regret and relief, for it is the end of Mother Om.
Hrn. Well said, devil. Alas, ours is the Flame Immortal. How much do you remember of your different masks? I wonder how much my fourteen incarnations blend together.
It is a curious question, angel.
Once, towards the end of the first conquest, but before the Seven’s victory, my mask had shattered, and so it remained for some centuries until it was recast and my flame bound again. Not always was I Borre perhaps, and perhaps Borre was not who I was before, but I am Borre now, and that is all that really matters.
In the end, whatever your livery, it is better to take risk thy mask and name than to fear change and cling to victory. A hungry flame will die without nourishment after all.
It is rather a common occurrence among royalty who hesitate or are unsure of them selves. Consider:
Queen Om hesitating in her attack
Alison Tortured by vines and considering her fate before the arrival of Cio.
Alison saying she is not scared at her first audience with queen Om.
And others.
RIP
Damn, Boss. You do some of the most-est excellent-est attacks ever! Do you have nightmares?
This one seems to be living their self-made nightmares.
Isaiah 48:22
It’s really more of a cut.
hi your screen name has destroyed me
Oh I hope every book ends with Allison popping into the void
This is a very astute observation… I hope so too!
Desperation.
To acknowledge a thing lies beyond their grasp is the closest thing Royalty knows to sorrow.
The only other thing, of course, being to have nothing else to conquer. Isn’t that right, Alexander?
Who?
Wrong, actually; and on three counts, I believe.
First, it is not sorrowful for Royalty to conquer everything. The only one who has ever done so, Zoss, was not sorrowful at all, not even after his death.
Second, to conquer everything is simply not possible, depending on your context; because while conquering everything ‘current’ is possible, conquering everything ‘forever’ is not, simply because that is a circle, and circles are to be broken.
Third… that quote is mistranslated, done as it was by someone lacking Blue Devil liquor. The original has Alexander weeping precisely because he had not conquered enough. This is the true source of sorrow for Royalty – when the circle is cut too early, and one discovers you lack the time to conquer everything you would, otherwise.
Of course, all circles are cut early. Even Mottom weeps at the end of hers. But you can take of that what you will.
When you feel that wretch in your heart for Mother Om, remember that wretch is in her heart and a thousand fold over in the hearts of her victims.
*wrench
I think he means who that wretch is in her heart.
Having a wrench IN her heart doesn’t sound terribly survivable, now that she is not immortal.
You would diminish our sorrow by making it common and mingling it with anger and disgust.
Our empathy for one even as wretched as Nadia the Blood Flower ennobles and empowers us.
Consider The Glorious Mother Om: Humbled in the depths of sorrow, her great will darkened. Only in this state is she free to ‘perhaps’ break the cycle of abuse and chart a new course for the future.
Oh Nadia Om will you not now put the weight of your sin sick city down from off your mind and soul, turn anew and seek healing?
Excuse me while I exit – Alice
[INFINITE DISPLEASUREMENT] – Mattom
she probably deserved it considering all the sacrificed virgins. I presume they were virgins.
Were they virgins? The wives were not specified as virgins but i can only suspect that they were virgins. Magical rules tend to prefer virgins.
This one has heard that “Virgins blood” in occult definition is blood that has not been used previously in a spell. Not nessicarrily someone who has not had sex.
Misunderstood etymology is a source of constant embarrassment among practitioners, it seems.
Now when Hoodoo or Voodoo asks for period blood from a virgin, it means exactly what it says.
If a Haitian sorcerer is going to wax poetic, you’ll know because he’ll start to rhyme.
Do not reveal too much
lest someone of the sort such
that should not hear, does.
I was listening to Mongolian hip-hop when I opened this page, and felt strangely appropriate. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8h_hS0d4vqg
And so the music comes to a halt.
“I Refuse”
I’m sorry your life turned you into this, Nadia. Better luck next time.
Well, bye!
HOOOHOOOHOOOO
step 1: bitch-slap the gods
Step 2: sink their castles
Step 3: make sure they know what a bitch they
New angel name? 56 Bitchslap the gods and sink their castle?
Though a bit similar to the noodle master’s name.
MURDER THE GODS, AND TOPPLE THEIR THRONES!
dope af
Vitriol is indeed the proper response to counterfactual belief in one’s impotence, but let us not forget the proper place of pity for the old and weary. May no one be denied a pleasant end. Had I still my tear ducts, they would drip.
Please don’t show up in your dorm room with a giant airship.
Now that you’ve said this, I almost want to see exactly that.
My only misgiving is the fact that a ship clearly cannot fit inside her dorm room.
It sure ‘nough can fit all up above it though.
Please show up in your dorm room with a giant airship! 😀
So yes!
Tears of sorrow, or tears of joy? Perhaps both.
I must commend your angelic name. It made me chuckle.
He can’t say he wasn’t warned.
It keeps hapening!
Man, despite being a turbobitch, I feel so bad for Mottom. 🙁
A devil who lives a long time will find most of his masters pitiable and pathetic in the end.
Save it for the thousands of worlds she laid waste to and the millions of lives she broke 😛
This one wonders, was Mother Om attempting to kill Alison, or was she still attempting to keep her in her grasp?
Om stated clearly that she had not changed her plans to make Allison her replacement. She’s said she had no qualms with forcing Allison into the job, either. So, she clearly intended to hold on to her. Indeed, all of those hands suggest to me a literal attempt to grab her.
The piercing her limbs bit was part of a process of breaking Allison’s will to make her compliant to Om’s plans.
It looked like a titanic battle was about to kick off in that first panel, but in the end Allison merely disappears, apparently teleporting the whole ship away with her. Which, in fact, is the most devastating thing she could do to Om here, dashing her plans and leaving her with nothing to show for all of this chaos. This is why Om laughs as she cries.
Honestly, if that’s her response to job recruiters, no wonder she’s still working at a coffee shop.
Payback’s a witch.
Shadows and dust
:,C poor little imperialist!
It is a strange work of the art indeed that causes water to issue from your own eyes.
Poor Mottom. This is the moment she realizes Allison is truly Ascendant. Now all she has left is the torturous experience of a millennia-old body dying of natural causes.
It is the eyes of the profaned old who see the rise of the Holy new. Their suffering will be endless, their time at an end. They will see their end coming, feel it fester and grow until not even their combined power can compare to the beauty of the New.
Such is the tale of Alise-UN whose Name is Kill Six billion demons, among which is “I”
I look forward to seeing her…
-from the lips of the Hirophant of Demons whose word is gospel,
Primordial Am-Sxhad Who Breaks Masks And Forged His Own Name
And away they go…
Well, this is something that I have never seen before, a Key of Kings gone totally dark. What a wretched creature Nadia Om must be. Alas, if she was not so concerned about maintaining the stalemate between the Seven perhaps she would find peace as YISUN did- holy suicide.
I believe, to a degree she has.
Like Aesma, she hungered for what was already hers, and now suffers the price and the reward.
She is dying, and knows she will die, there is nothing left to kindle her flame.
But she has also seen a glimpse of the world and what is to come, and the real truth of Glory. It is a truth that brings her both regret and relief, for it is the end of Mother Om.
Hrn. Well said, devil. Alas, ours is the Flame Immortal. How much do you remember of your different masks? I wonder how much my fourteen incarnations blend together.
It is a curious question, angel.
Once, towards the end of the first conquest, but before the Seven’s victory, my mask had shattered, and so it remained for some centuries until it was recast and my flame bound again. Not always was I Borre perhaps, and perhaps Borre was not who I was before, but I am Borre now, and that is all that really matters.
In the end, whatever your livery, it is better to take risk thy mask and name than to fear change and cling to victory. A hungry flame will die without nourishment after all.
It is rather a common occurrence among royalty who hesitate or are unsure of them selves. Consider:
Queen Om hesitating in her attack
Alison Tortured by vines and considering her fate before the arrival of Cio.
Alison saying she is not scared at her first audience with queen Om.
And others.