I bet she’s really wishing she had kept a dehydrated supply of those peaches. Maybe she can run and much some of the fruit from the tree she made out of that other king.
It seems using her power so much is aging her even faster than normal. She’s aged like 80 years in what could only have been about 20 seconds. Maybe her youthful looks fade very quickly but she can live in mummy form for a protracted period.
After all, the one she stole her power from survived getting murdered and having his key ripped out. Well…”survived”.
The arts of lying depend very much on will. It is perhaps likely that Hastet’s own will was fueling the power of the fruit, having grown to the point that even his death did not extinguish it. When his corpse was destroyed, the Will that fueled his fruit was finally extinguished and they lost their power. As a side effect, they began to wear off even faster.
More likely though, we are witnessing the effects of using the fruit for millennia and Mottom’s aging is the result of her natural resistance.
Pity is for the weak. She is not weak enough, but not strong enough – and so, she crumbles, just as her pretend queendom crumbles around its pretend queen: a castle of dust under the breath of forerunner of the gathering storm.
If you are too fearful to sacrifice yourself for a cause, you will be sacrificed by others; if you won’t make your fate, others will.
I may be a bit lone in this, but I think those are tears of relief more than anything 🙂 It’s finally over, and she can die- she can finally relax. Alice-Un is strong enough to put an end to all of them.
I can scarce imagine the depth of despair required to draw from clenched eyes as these, darkened and deadened as the ancient rock of the giant of Knockmany Hill, even the merest drops of water, save for so poignant a depiction as this.
She did it.
Mottom finally did it.
Alice-UN, the Rising King, has accepted her destiny.
Alice-UN went along Mottom’s play very well.
Mottom has set the King on a path that knows no rest. She did her part. She can rest, now.
All went as planned.
No, she’s not smiling. Her lips have shrivelled away into a permanent grimace because the effects of the fruit are wearing off, and she’s nearly back to being the same corpselike crone that we knew from before.
Awesome.
Satisfying.
Gutwrenching.
A symphony in five movements, in five panels.
You always deliver, and I am always humbled.
RIP IN PEACE
2/6,000,000?
+,000 I was sleepy.
As predicted, GLORY has tarnished.
[GLORY TO THE NEW FLESH!!!]
Horrifying is the weapon that cuts on it’s own.
Despair is one of those weapons.
O boy. I wonder if they went back to the sorority house. (I doubt it, but it’d be funny)
When’s this next book going to go to print, I wonder?
cry me
a river
I bet she’s really wishing she had kept a dehydrated supply of those peaches. Maybe she can run and much some of the fruit from the tree she made out of that other king.
It seems using her power so much is aging her even faster than normal. She’s aged like 80 years in what could only have been about 20 seconds. Maybe her youthful looks fade very quickly but she can live in mummy form for a protracted period.
After all, the one she stole her power from survived getting murdered and having his key ripped out. Well…”survived”.
Wonder what Maya’s up to…
The arts of lying depend very much on will. It is perhaps likely that Hastet’s own will was fueling the power of the fruit, having grown to the point that even his death did not extinguish it. When his corpse was destroyed, the Will that fueled his fruit was finally extinguished and they lost their power. As a side effect, they began to wear off even faster.
More likely though, we are witnessing the effects of using the fruit for millennia and Mottom’s aging is the result of her natural resistance.
Panel 1 screams wallpaper. Violently so.
And I believe this is the first time we’ve seen a Key go completely dull. Almost makes one pity Mother Om.
Pity is for the weak. She is not weak enough, but not strong enough – and so, she crumbles, just as her pretend queendom crumbles around its pretend queen: a castle of dust under the breath of forerunner of the gathering storm.
If you are too fearful to sacrifice yourself for a cause, you will be sacrificed by others; if you won’t make your fate, others will.
GG Mottom
2EZ
Any soul, may repent.
But, repentance with actions unchanged,
is not repentance at all.
Even a god .. Fails
The more hands one uses to take something, the harder it is for any one hand to grasp it.
Now, is the last page Mottom falling to dust, Allison’s ship somewhere back on Earth, or in the Void? hmm.
time for a drink, drink we shall while other rotten and so the world keeps movin round anround
I may be a bit lone in this, but I think those are tears of relief more than anything 🙂 It’s finally over, and she can die- she can finally relax. Alice-Un is strong enough to put an end to all of them.
Shedding tears for futures lost and a past mishandled.
I can scarce imagine the depth of despair required to draw from clenched eyes as these, darkened and deadened as the ancient rock of the giant of Knockmany Hill, even the merest drops of water, save for so poignant a depiction as this.
My cat lays beside me and snores.
He thinks this is unimportant.
I wish I could reach down and whisper
“fuck you, this is awesome”
I could almost feel sorry for her.
But the magnitude of her failure is too great for sorrow.
Make a god cry.
Check.
Damn, finally caught up to date with Kill 6 Billion Demons/Wielder of Names!
She did it.
Mottom finally did it.
Alice-UN, the Rising King, has accepted her destiny.
Alice-UN went along Mottom’s play very well.
Mottom has set the King on a path that knows no rest. She did her part. She can rest, now.
All went as planned.
Is she…smiling?
No, she’s not smiling. Her lips have shrivelled away into a permanent grimace because the effects of the fruit are wearing off, and she’s nearly back to being the same corpselike crone that we knew from before.