Reach Heaven Through Violence (Kill Six Billion Demons)

allison will kiss everyone. the bisexual haircut is like a magnet. this is definitely how it works.

 

Heads up, OC-makers! Ys-Voya is asking for some "reminders" about the demons that accompany our lovely ladies on their heist. Submissions open until the 4th of April, either by email at ksbdabbadon@gmail.com or in the comments on the current page.

 

I'M MAKING A MILLION

(ok, i only have one atm, and i think the concept is amusing enough)

 

MONEY AND POWER THROUGH HOMICIDE

 

Also, I know they're charms or something, but I keep seeing the things on Cio's hat as price tags.

 

...i thought they WERE price tags, i.e. she just...stole it...........:"D

 

The hat is coordinated with her cloak/cape thing, so I don't think it's been lifted recently. Also Nyave seems to be paying for things.
Also I would hope that a thief as experienced as Yabalchoath would know to get rid of the price tags of lifted merch as soon as possible.

 

The comments section on the comic itself is generally pretty quality world-building, so even though I really want to, I'm not going to post a comment regarding the texty stuff below the comic: "Keeping up with the Kassardians"

 

I'm a fan of mister "No Reasonable Offers Refused."

 

I'm fond of "INGSVLD, Geas Knight" and his fanclub who like playing "spot the book-face"

 

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Shame on me, I forgot to hand in my character.
Would've been a Blue Imp just stealing the traps.

 

The more we find out about Cio the more I like her. It's intriguing that such a being has changed so much and yet remembers what she was before. Allison's having a hard time shifting mental gears on this, I think.

Cio chooses to be not what she would naturally be. And I want to know more of why.

 

I like the devils we got. Also the song is really catchy despite not having a canonical tune.
Also, please do not give money to the dead.

 

It really is a catchy song, I kind of want to try to work up a tune for it.

My favorite is the old devil with the flat cap.

Edit: also I'm not sure why it pleases me so much that the messenger devil has "BAD MAN" written across the back of his coat, but it really does.

 

i just realised that if you leave off the "my lad" bits in the first lines, it fits "My Name is John Wellington Wells"
welp
gonna have to scrub that out of my head before i can come up with a tune for it

 

...i don't have to come up with my own tune for it at all, it fits almost perfectly to "King Henry". *fires up Reaper*
edit: which means it'll also fit a whole bunch of things. *tries John Barleycorn as well*

 

https://soundcloud.com/user-136731568/bring-me-a-bottle-john-barleycorn
https://soundcloud.com/user-136731568/bring-me-a-bottle-king-henry

 

I just caught up. Goddamn what a beautiful comic. And I'm starting to ship Allison/Cio as well

 

I could honestly write an academic paper about how the sword acts as a symbol for both violence and semiosis, as meaning comes from division/separation from the All. Royalty is a continuous cutting motion.

 

On the staff and the sword, the peasant and the royal.
It is known that to kil with the sword makes you an exceptionally bad swordsman, and to cast it away mankes you a good one, for the sword is a mere symbol and if you need it to cut your enemies, you are not royalty. So why not cut with a staff? One might believe the staff, as a peasant's weapon, is unfit for royalty and those aspiring to it. Royalty does not need a sword, for true royalty cuts with will. In this I suggest that the sword is a weapon for the merest beginner who does not yet know how to cut, and needs the sword to show them. A peson who can cut with a staff, in comparison, shows the makings of royalty that spring fom the merest peasantry, and is thus by far superior to the swordsperson, for they came to their skill by effort and were not born into it. They cut themself into royalty from peasantry, and are fearsome folk.
On a note of practicality, swords are terrible and useless save for their single purpose, to cut. Which we, as discussed in the previous paragraph, know is something that just about anything can do. A staff now is very practical. It can be used to carry, to reach, to lever, to support, to serve as a handle for all kinds of useful tools. It is far more sensible to carry a staff than to carry a sword. It is the mark of effort, although one might argue that to require a staff is to not be able to cut oneself from unnecessary things, and to be unable to cut the ground upon which one walks and cut spacetime around oneself to get where one wants. In this regard, royalty is very much a shortcut, and we all know that shortcuts are the mark of those who think themself above the effort necessary to be aspirant to royalty. (Royalty just is.)
Who would recognize a royal who carried a staff? None, I would suppose, and therein lies the beauty of the one truth of the universe: Deception. To deceive royalty is the second-highest of arts, the highest of arts being deception of self. To be royal and to deceive oneself to be a peasant being what one should aspire to, for royalty really has no purpose at all.