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I see you, quiet but very worried Charlotte. I think there's still a shoe left to come down there.
Oh boy! Time to see what War was like at the Dawn of time :3
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The original Chief God that made the whole monster and Demon Lord cycle to cull humanity left a thousand years or so ago in the MGE books. The new Chief God was never well defined in the books. (The old one, either, come to think of it.) Long ago I joked he just slapped the Godhat on the intern before he left, and told them to keep the planet from setting itself on fire.
Chapter Sixty-Five - Interlude - Charlotte (Nine) - Betrayal
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My God Wants Us Dead
Ancient Automaton Factory
Probably Where We Die
But She's Still Alive
Day 14 in the Darklands
Contract Day 3
Evening
"What does that mean, traitor to mankind?" she asked.
I very nearly screamed. I cannot know this. I can't! She tried to kill us to stop us from knowing this. I don't want to know what she doesn't want me to know! I want to go to Heaven! I want to see my family! I want to rest, I want it to be over I want it to end! The hair on my neck is standing on end; my flesh is cold and clammy. She doesn't want this information getting out; I can feel it in my bones. She… That means…
She's not going to let me in, is she? Maybe I could swear an oath of service? Become a Valkyrie? But… but then it would never end, would it? I'd be doing Hero work… forever. Oh God.
Oh God. What do I do? I never should have come here.
I could… I could… I could close my eyes?!
"Go ahead; I'd like to see this."
But I have to know. So many things clicked into place when the machine said that. So many things make so much more sense. The lack of supplies, how we were penned in, why there were so few of us, I need to know why.
"BEGINNING PLAYBACK."
No, after everything I've seen on her behalf, I can't close my eyes.
//Everyone… Lottie, I am so sorry for this. I'm so sorry for what you had to see. So sorry for what you will see here. A hug is always free when you want it, no strings attached, you know I can control myself. You're like a daughter to me, and I'm proud of you. Speaking of. Blackberry! You're the best horse-shaped daughter I could ever ask for, never change for anyone other than yourself. Faust, you snore when you're sleeping, look into that. Amy, we should hang out, I want to know more about you! Hi, Lilac! I love you! Love! Love! Love! Love! Lo-(message repeats, trimmed for length)
//Valiant has gone dormant numerous times since its separation from a main core chassis, before the first fall of man, so we do not have an exact timeframe for this recording. My best estimates based on living participants and confirmed locations put these events at approximately three days to eleven days after the current Mamono Lord's ascension.
An all-out war between Angels and Demons raged, thousands of members on each side. The violence was extreme, but Angels fell only to drop back down from Heaven to renew the assault, and Demons and Mamono of all kinds, assuming they could be killed by traditional weaponry at all, rose again much the same way. Some came back as undead, usually when it gained them power to do so, but generally they simply knitted back together spontaneously, purple light pulling their bodies back together, and they stood once more meeting the Angels again on the field.
Those here on display were scarcely taller than a finger to scale, so wide was the scope of the battle. The terrain was unrecognizable as natural, torn to shreds of natural wreckage, upturned earth and mud scattered in uneven lumps and pits, with fortifications built and toppled and rebuilt and torn down, leaving the landscape scarred with spikes and walls and trenches, hard to see but for an instant between the throng of bodies killing and falling and killing again.
Behind the Angelic lines stood a woman, nearly half as tall as those who now observed HER, setting her height against the Angels as a truly staggering multiplicative. HER hair was black like onyx, speckled through with a sea of stars, a perfect match to the sky at night. HER eyes were yellow as the sun, and HER skin was a glowing white light, blue at the edges like hottest fire. SHE wore a robe of chainmail and a tabard of white with golden filigree, emblazoned with the cross of the Chief God.
HER cross.
Arrayed against her, her opposite number on the far side of the Demonic battle lines, stood she, and stood he. Defiance in her eyes, conviction in his. They were not titans as their foe, but you could not mistake them for but a man and woman. It was clear they were far more.
The man had brown hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin, from a lifetime afield. He was marked, scarred in ways that only accented his face, denoting a man who had not lived easily. His armor bore the same designs as those on the side of the Angels, as those found on the HER tabard, but his hand was joined with that of she.
And she? In she you could see all those afield, those who fought on her behalf, for her influence was on them all. Her features, sneaking into theirs, or perhaps, somehow, the reverse. She was mother to them all, and yet unrelated to them by blood. Her long, shockingly white hair nearly trailed the ground, just barely kept from touching as she tilted her head, bare inches. Her ears were wide, like that of an Elf, and her horns rose from the sides of her head, straight into the air, coming to four separate points, two to the front, pincering above her head like a circlet, and two to the back, curling out and up, going even beyond the lengths of her ears in devilish accent. Her eyes were red like blood, and the leathery draconic, bat-like succubus wings were a ghostly white, paler even more so than her skin, matched only by the frozen color of her tail. But for her eyes and horns, she could have been said to be sculpted of snow and porcelain, and her beauty was all but painful to see. It redefined beauty as you saw it, such that you knew you had always been wrong in your use of the word until now. Shadowy purple energy roiled around her, itching to strike, plainly agitated yet forced in check by sheer will, all except where it met with him, where it became gentle, soft, and sweet of its own accord.
This was much and no more was clear, as she and he were the size of mortals, not towering above, unlike HER.
"I will not," said he. His voice was clear above the roar of battle, because for all that he was not like the God he stood against, he was no mere mortal man, and had not been for a long time now. His words echoed, and the Demons surged in answer, screaming defiance.
The words caused a scowl on HER brow.
"You know what you have to do!" HER voice was whiny, oddly petulant. It clashed with HER stature and obvious power. "You can't let her get away with this!"
"I know you know better," said he. "You are the one who set me on this path, you told me it was for peace in the realm, but we have found peace, she and I. We can all find peace! No more endless slaughter, no more children lost down the gullet of some stray beast, no more elderly leaving only the cruelest parts of themselves behind when they pass, haunting and torturing those who they once loved! No more dead from the ground, rising to consume villages whole, no more razing villages to the ground when shadows replace the insides of their eyes!"
HER scowl only deepened.
"I don't understand! You're supposed to be my Hero, you're supposed to kill the Demon Lord, you're supposed to bring prosperity to mankind! I'm telling you to do it! I'm the Chief God!" the screech in HER voice once more clashed so completely with HER power. "I don't understand why you won't do what I say, you're supposed to do what I say!"
He shook his head. "What you ask is wrong."
"No, it's not!" was HER cry in response, "This is how it's supposed to go! You kill the Demon Lord, you become King of Mankind, everyone gets to live happy lives while you live and rule, and then when you die you go to Heaven, and a new Demon Lord rises and we do it all again once the humans have thinned out and things get too bad! It's sustainable! It works! He told me this is how it works! Why won't you do it?!"
Standing beside the Hero, she spoke for the first time, and her sultry whisper carried into the ears of all, tickling at the senses. "He tricked you. Where is he now? He's abandoned you, left you to run this… cruel system he created, without even bothering to teach you how to use the power you inherited when he passed you the role of Chief God. At least when I took the mantle of the Demon Lord, I knew what to expect! No one blames you for this endless cycle of violence, but we can end it here!"
"Shut up shut up shut up! He's going to come back! And I! I am not going to let you break things while he's gone! He's going to know I did a good job! If you won't listen to me and lead the monsters against mankind like you're supposed to then I'll find an obedient monster who will! Once the humans need the Chief God badly enough he'll have to come back! He only left because you all didn't appreciate him enough! You're supposed to make the humans love him! Need him! It's why he made you stupid ugly brutes! You just did a terrible job, that's all! But I can get him back! I know it!"
She shook her head at HER. "I am sorry, but you will never be the Goddess of Friendship again. I truly am sorry for what he has done to you, but please understand, he was never your friend. That man did not know what friendship was. If he had? If he had understood the power of it? He never would have left its domain to anyone but himself. He hoarded power and authority like roaches in the rot. Please, if you just would appoint your replacement, the new Friendship, we may yet all meet as friends! We can birth new peoples, together! Release your hold on my power to birth Incubi, I beg you! We can make a beautiful world!"
HER eyes turned hateful. "Friendship wasn't enough. It was never enough. Right now, your friendship with my Hero is the problem! So no! We don't need it. I don't need it! I'll just kill you and your replacement will do what I say! I'll MAKE THEM OBEY!"
He shook his head, sadly, and she turned to him; "I am sorry my love, but SHE is swiftly becoming even more irrational. SHE has lost HER link to all the good feelings in the world, all the connections of creation… How bitter must it suddenly be? How lonely and betrayed must she feel? I fear we cannot get through to HER, not like this. I am sorry, my love."
"Don't talk about me like I'm not here!"
Reluctantly, he nodded, and she closed her eyes, breathing out heavily… and the roiling purple energy purred.
"Do it." As she spoke and her voice echoed across the battlefield, the land beneath her began to… purple… and the strategy of the Demons suddenly… changed.
And for the first time, instead of an Angel falling in battle… an Angel Fell.
"No! NO! What are you idiots doing? Don't let them touch you like that! What… what did you…" As the first of the Dark Angels stood, HER gaze met that of she, twisted in horror. "What have you done?"
Mildly, she said; "Let me show you."
She crossed the battlefield in an instant, and while HER instinctual backhand tossed her back towards where she came, nearly as fast, at the site of impact, a purple… rash… began to slowly spread.
And the noise that escaped HER could only have been a startled moan.
For a single horrible moment, the slow spread of purple spidering up HER arm was all any on the field could see; that and the terror in HER eyes.
"N-no! No! Retreat! RETREAT!"
The sudden rout of HER and HER remaining Angels brought cheers from the Demons as their enemies all disappeared suddenly from the field.
But he looked at her and she shook her head.
It was not enough, HER power would be able to hold it back.
They had failed.
It was time for the backup plan.
"END PLAYBACK."
Oh God, oh God! She's infected! She… she's not even the first…? He controlled the monsters? He created them to kill us? To… to what? For what?
"Momma, I love you too but... Lilac? Can I have a hug? I… I didn't like that story…"
"Of course, Blackberry."
"Apologies."
I couldn't take it anymore. It was all for nothing!
I doubled over and threw up.
"Is… that cannot be true. Can the Chief God truly be a mantle like unto the Demon Lord? A fresh face arisen just before the Demon Lord herself, and infected in her irrationality?"
"...Samael was around then, right? We can probably ask her ."
A moment of silence, just the sound of my own sobs and vomit.
"Uuuugh…" a familiar voice groaned, "you're gonna have to let me regrow a few limbs before I can answer questions like that and hope to survive the experience."
I looked up, involuntarily.
Sammy was awake.
Ancient Automaton Factory
Probably Where We Die
But She's Still Alive
Day 14 in the Darklands
Contract Day 3
Evening
"What does that mean, traitor to mankind?" she asked.
I very nearly screamed. I cannot know this. I can't! She tried to kill us to stop us from knowing this. I don't want to know what she doesn't want me to know! I want to go to Heaven! I want to see my family! I want to rest, I want it to be over I want it to end! The hair on my neck is standing on end; my flesh is cold and clammy. She doesn't want this information getting out; I can feel it in my bones. She… That means…
She's not going to let me in, is she? Maybe I could swear an oath of service? Become a Valkyrie? But… but then it would never end, would it? I'd be doing Hero work… forever. Oh God.
Oh God. What do I do? I never should have come here.
I could… I could… I could close my eyes?!
"Go ahead; I'd like to see this."
But I have to know. So many things clicked into place when the machine said that. So many things make so much more sense. The lack of supplies, how we were penned in, why there were so few of us, I need to know why.
"BEGINNING PLAYBACK."
No, after everything I've seen on her behalf, I can't close my eyes.
.oOo.
//Everyone… Lottie, I am so sorry for this. I'm so sorry for what you had to see. So sorry for what you will see here. A hug is always free when you want it, no strings attached, you know I can control myself. You're like a daughter to me, and I'm proud of you. Speaking of. Blackberry! You're the best horse-shaped daughter I could ever ask for, never change for anyone other than yourself. Faust, you snore when you're sleeping, look into that. Amy, we should hang out, I want to know more about you! Hi, Lilac! I love you! Love! Love! Love! Love! Lo-(message repeats, trimmed for length)
//Valiant has gone dormant numerous times since its separation from a main core chassis, before the first fall of man, so we do not have an exact timeframe for this recording. My best estimates based on living participants and confirmed locations put these events at approximately three days to eleven days after the current Mamono Lord's ascension.
An all-out war between Angels and Demons raged, thousands of members on each side. The violence was extreme, but Angels fell only to drop back down from Heaven to renew the assault, and Demons and Mamono of all kinds, assuming they could be killed by traditional weaponry at all, rose again much the same way. Some came back as undead, usually when it gained them power to do so, but generally they simply knitted back together spontaneously, purple light pulling their bodies back together, and they stood once more meeting the Angels again on the field.
Those here on display were scarcely taller than a finger to scale, so wide was the scope of the battle. The terrain was unrecognizable as natural, torn to shreds of natural wreckage, upturned earth and mud scattered in uneven lumps and pits, with fortifications built and toppled and rebuilt and torn down, leaving the landscape scarred with spikes and walls and trenches, hard to see but for an instant between the throng of bodies killing and falling and killing again.
Behind the Angelic lines stood a woman, nearly half as tall as those who now observed HER, setting her height against the Angels as a truly staggering multiplicative. HER hair was black like onyx, speckled through with a sea of stars, a perfect match to the sky at night. HER eyes were yellow as the sun, and HER skin was a glowing white light, blue at the edges like hottest fire. SHE wore a robe of chainmail and a tabard of white with golden filigree, emblazoned with the cross of the Chief God.
HER cross.
Arrayed against her, her opposite number on the far side of the Demonic battle lines, stood she, and stood he. Defiance in her eyes, conviction in his. They were not titans as their foe, but you could not mistake them for but a man and woman. It was clear they were far more.
The man had brown hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin, from a lifetime afield. He was marked, scarred in ways that only accented his face, denoting a man who had not lived easily. His armor bore the same designs as those on the side of the Angels, as those found on the HER tabard, but his hand was joined with that of she.
And she? In she you could see all those afield, those who fought on her behalf, for her influence was on them all. Her features, sneaking into theirs, or perhaps, somehow, the reverse. She was mother to them all, and yet unrelated to them by blood. Her long, shockingly white hair nearly trailed the ground, just barely kept from touching as she tilted her head, bare inches. Her ears were wide, like that of an Elf, and her horns rose from the sides of her head, straight into the air, coming to four separate points, two to the front, pincering above her head like a circlet, and two to the back, curling out and up, going even beyond the lengths of her ears in devilish accent. Her eyes were red like blood, and the leathery draconic, bat-like succubus wings were a ghostly white, paler even more so than her skin, matched only by the frozen color of her tail. But for her eyes and horns, she could have been said to be sculpted of snow and porcelain, and her beauty was all but painful to see. It redefined beauty as you saw it, such that you knew you had always been wrong in your use of the word until now. Shadowy purple energy roiled around her, itching to strike, plainly agitated yet forced in check by sheer will, all except where it met with him, where it became gentle, soft, and sweet of its own accord.
This was much and no more was clear, as she and he were the size of mortals, not towering above, unlike HER.
"I will not," said he. His voice was clear above the roar of battle, because for all that he was not like the God he stood against, he was no mere mortal man, and had not been for a long time now. His words echoed, and the Demons surged in answer, screaming defiance.
The words caused a scowl on HER brow.
"You know what you have to do!" HER voice was whiny, oddly petulant. It clashed with HER stature and obvious power. "You can't let her get away with this!"
"I know you know better," said he. "You are the one who set me on this path, you told me it was for peace in the realm, but we have found peace, she and I. We can all find peace! No more endless slaughter, no more children lost down the gullet of some stray beast, no more elderly leaving only the cruelest parts of themselves behind when they pass, haunting and torturing those who they once loved! No more dead from the ground, rising to consume villages whole, no more razing villages to the ground when shadows replace the insides of their eyes!"
HER scowl only deepened.
"I don't understand! You're supposed to be my Hero, you're supposed to kill the Demon Lord, you're supposed to bring prosperity to mankind! I'm telling you to do it! I'm the Chief God!" the screech in HER voice once more clashed so completely with HER power. "I don't understand why you won't do what I say, you're supposed to do what I say!"
He shook his head. "What you ask is wrong."
"No, it's not!" was HER cry in response, "This is how it's supposed to go! You kill the Demon Lord, you become King of Mankind, everyone gets to live happy lives while you live and rule, and then when you die you go to Heaven, and a new Demon Lord rises and we do it all again once the humans have thinned out and things get too bad! It's sustainable! It works! He told me this is how it works! Why won't you do it?!"
Standing beside the Hero, she spoke for the first time, and her sultry whisper carried into the ears of all, tickling at the senses. "He tricked you. Where is he now? He's abandoned you, left you to run this… cruel system he created, without even bothering to teach you how to use the power you inherited when he passed you the role of Chief God. At least when I took the mantle of the Demon Lord, I knew what to expect! No one blames you for this endless cycle of violence, but we can end it here!"
"Shut up shut up shut up! He's going to come back! And I! I am not going to let you break things while he's gone! He's going to know I did a good job! If you won't listen to me and lead the monsters against mankind like you're supposed to then I'll find an obedient monster who will! Once the humans need the Chief God badly enough he'll have to come back! He only left because you all didn't appreciate him enough! You're supposed to make the humans love him! Need him! It's why he made you stupid ugly brutes! You just did a terrible job, that's all! But I can get him back! I know it!"
She shook her head at HER. "I am sorry, but you will never be the Goddess of Friendship again. I truly am sorry for what he has done to you, but please understand, he was never your friend. That man did not know what friendship was. If he had? If he had understood the power of it? He never would have left its domain to anyone but himself. He hoarded power and authority like roaches in the rot. Please, if you just would appoint your replacement, the new Friendship, we may yet all meet as friends! We can birth new peoples, together! Release your hold on my power to birth Incubi, I beg you! We can make a beautiful world!"
HER eyes turned hateful. "Friendship wasn't enough. It was never enough. Right now, your friendship with my Hero is the problem! So no! We don't need it. I don't need it! I'll just kill you and your replacement will do what I say! I'll MAKE THEM OBEY!"
He shook his head, sadly, and she turned to him; "I am sorry my love, but SHE is swiftly becoming even more irrational. SHE has lost HER link to all the good feelings in the world, all the connections of creation… How bitter must it suddenly be? How lonely and betrayed must she feel? I fear we cannot get through to HER, not like this. I am sorry, my love."
"Don't talk about me like I'm not here!"
Reluctantly, he nodded, and she closed her eyes, breathing out heavily… and the roiling purple energy purred.
"Do it." As she spoke and her voice echoed across the battlefield, the land beneath her began to… purple… and the strategy of the Demons suddenly… changed.
And for the first time, instead of an Angel falling in battle… an Angel Fell.
"No! NO! What are you idiots doing? Don't let them touch you like that! What… what did you…" As the first of the Dark Angels stood, HER gaze met that of she, twisted in horror. "What have you done?"
Mildly, she said; "Let me show you."
She crossed the battlefield in an instant, and while HER instinctual backhand tossed her back towards where she came, nearly as fast, at the site of impact, a purple… rash… began to slowly spread.
And the noise that escaped HER could only have been a startled moan.
For a single horrible moment, the slow spread of purple spidering up HER arm was all any on the field could see; that and the terror in HER eyes.
"N-no! No! Retreat! RETREAT!"
The sudden rout of HER and HER remaining Angels brought cheers from the Demons as their enemies all disappeared suddenly from the field.
But he looked at her and she shook her head.
It was not enough, HER power would be able to hold it back.
They had failed.
It was time for the backup plan.
.oOo.
"END PLAYBACK."
Oh God, oh God! She's infected! She… she's not even the first…? He controlled the monsters? He created them to kill us? To… to what? For what?
"Momma, I love you too but... Lilac? Can I have a hug? I… I didn't like that story…"
"Of course, Blackberry."
"Apologies."
I couldn't take it anymore. It was all for nothing!
I doubled over and threw up.
"Is… that cannot be true. Can the Chief God truly be a mantle like unto the Demon Lord? A fresh face arisen just before the Demon Lord herself, and infected in her irrationality?"
"...Samael was around then, right? We can probably ask her ."
A moment of silence, just the sound of my own sobs and vomit.
"Uuuugh…" a familiar voice groaned, "you're gonna have to let me regrow a few limbs before I can answer questions like that and hope to survive the experience."
I looked up, involuntarily.
Sammy was awake.
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I hope this chapter was what people were hoping for!
But it's not only a chapter!
We also have our very first fanart by DaisyDucked on twitter (beware nsfw)! Thank you so much!
But it's not only a chapter!
We also have our very first fanart by DaisyDucked on twitter (beware nsfw)! Thank you so much!
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fuckin goddamn.
I have heard of this system before, in other stories, in other formats. I've heard it talked about in vague terms, poetic terms, abstract and relational terms, about populations, sustainability, and ecosystems. I've heard it from voices that were more reserved and more grandiose, And somehow it reading it coming from mouth of a petulant god is the most powerful version. It's so selfishly centered that a voice like that is the most perfect paring of the philosophy.
god that IS the perfect motivational framing of a classic Abrahamic God in a harem story. Trad Wife divinity hoping her "childhood" friend will come back and marry her but it's an abusive relationship scaled up to a FUCKIN PLANET. holy FUCK.
Aranfan
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Yeah. That counts. In any but the most purity mono-focused terms, the Hero has won a massive victory for humanity by getting an allied Succubus the mantle of Demon Lord so that all the monsters suddenly are able to be allies instead of foes.
Which makes the Chief God, who wants to continue the cycle, the traitor.
Holy shit.
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The original Chief God also created the monsters in the first place, which led to the first downfall, the end of Beeps' and Vox's era, although you kind of have to suss that out from context, it will be discussed more clearly next chapter, so.
Aranfan
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Yeah, but like the Demon Lord said, that's not on the current Chief God. Trying to continue that system when an alternative presented itself, yes that counts for being an enemy of humanity, but that's something else.
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Are we sure that was the first?
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I think we need a name (or at least a descriptor) for the god who set up the system, then passed his mantle to the Goddess of Friendship and ditched her to go crazy in isolation. "Original Chief God" is a bit too confusing.
...
More seriously, it is entirely possible that human civilization never fell entirely despite repeated rounds of having to fight off really dangerous monsters, until the time that Beeps and Vox's civilization fell.
Well, I'm pretty sure K knows!
...
More seriously, it is entirely possible that human civilization never fell entirely despite repeated rounds of having to fight off really dangerous monsters, until the time that Beeps and Vox's civilization fell.
That Rat Bastard?
That chapter… oof. Poor Charlotte, seeing everything she fought for and dedicated her life to laid bare as a lie. She's going to need all the hugs after this.
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Oh god I immediately feel bad for her. I know she just hit Sammy with lightning but having her been put into this position by a non-reciprocated and almost certainly abusive relationship makes me feel so bad for her. She's so desperate to reclaim the past that she can't move forward.
Yeah it's a fantastic way to frame it.
Incidentally, I love what you've done with the Chief God here and I'm really curious to see how she's changed/hasn't in the intervening years.
Also this art is absolutely fantastic!
RadiantPhoenix
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It was technically possible for Humans and some kinds of Monsters to live as allies before the Hero and the Mamono Lord, it was just rare, and the current Mamono Lord made it the default.
See: Dragonia, on the wiki, a nation of Humans and Dragons (ruled by Dragons), which has a historical note about how things there changed when the current Mamono Lord changed the nature of Monsters.
EDIT: link removed, just in case
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Not everything in the wiki is canon to the story, and much of what's canon to the story won't be found on the wiki. KC's canon information for MGE is a useful tool to write a story but it is a terrible set of strict rules to follow, because he will say literally anything to get people to stop being upset, or to avoid confrontation, and he has been gradually inverting his own setting in the hopes people will stop screaming about what makes the idea interesting in the first place.
I understand it's frustrating that people so venomously hate core parts of the setting he's made, but that doesn't mean my story is going to run on the canon he creates to try to undermine his way into the good graces of people who would never have liked his work anyways.
The idea that Dragons, of all things, the most powerful, most prideful, most disdainful Monsters in canon, such that it's core to their species and the specific appeal of the monster type, were the ones people were cheerfully living alongside is IMO so obnoxious as to be insulting to everything he wrote prior to the release of that information.
I understand it's frustrating that people so venomously hate core parts of the setting he's made, but that doesn't mean my story is going to run on the canon he creates to try to undermine his way into the good graces of people who would never have liked his work anyways.
The idea that Dragons, of all things, the most powerful, most prideful, most disdainful Monsters in canon, such that it's core to their species and the specific appeal of the monster type, were the ones people were cheerfully living alongside is IMO so obnoxious as to be insulting to everything he wrote prior to the release of that information.
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Thread OP requested threadban.
It doesn't seem that weird to me.
Dragons are prideful and disdainful and arrogant, so ruling humans seems right up their alley, even though being equals doesn't.
Human nobles can be quite prideful and disdainful and arrogant too.
Dragons are prideful and disdainful and arrogant, so ruling humans seems right up their alley, even though being equals doesn't.
Human nobles can be quite prideful and disdainful and arrogant too.
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I'm glad you feel that way! You are, of course, welcome to write a story which uses and relies on that information if it so pleases you. It does not affect this story, however. It is impossible for any amount of arguing to shift my position on this, and as it is my story, that is the perspective that matters. I was going to let this go, but you dug in, and I have seen your arguments before on this website and am not eager to have them repeated in my thread, so sadly I can't stay quiet if I want peace here.
Also, I have spoken to you before, in my Discord server, about linking the wiki pages in purely informational posts. If you want to talk about something from the wiki, please add your own idea or thoughts on the information. We cannot rehost the wiki here, whether by paraphrasing, linking, or snipping text wholesale. People are perfectly capable of reading the wiki themselves for factual information about the setting which may or may not be canon to the story I'm writing based on my position on the matter.
Coming into the thread to do this instead is not clever or indeed, any more useful, and some of the content on that wiki is so very much against the rules of SV that you may eat infraction points for doing so, depending on what page you link. So! I recommend you just don't.
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Yeah.
It's one thing for someone to say "gee, I can imagine prideful, disdainful, supremacist dragons having a history of ruling over humans would make sense, and indeed that cultural memory might well amplify their disdain towards individual humans in the present day." There may be good reason to reject that for the sake of a given fanwork's artistic merit, but at a bare minimum it doesn't implicitly assert the commenter's authority as an arbiter over what is or is not true in the fan-author's work.
It's another thing for someone to just casually drop any given random piece of canonized material without regard to whether it makes sense in the context of the fanwork and just say "this is a fact that supports my argument." Because then you are asserting that you have the right to act as arbiter over what equipment is or isn't allowed in someone else's playground, by implying that you have a "direct line to God," as it were.
So I can sympathize.
It's one thing for someone to say "gee, I can imagine prideful, disdainful, supremacist dragons having a history of ruling over humans would make sense, and indeed that cultural memory might well amplify their disdain towards individual humans in the present day." There may be good reason to reject that for the sake of a given fanwork's artistic merit, but at a bare minimum it doesn't implicitly assert the commenter's authority as an arbiter over what is or is not true in the fan-author's work.
It's another thing for someone to just casually drop any given random piece of canonized material without regard to whether it makes sense in the context of the fanwork and just say "this is a fact that supports my argument." Because then you are asserting that you have the right to act as arbiter over what equipment is or isn't allowed in someone else's playground, by implying that you have a "direct line to God," as it were.
So I can sympathize.
The_Letter_K
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The hits just keep coming for Charlotte! Samael is awake! AND! What will the Chief God do now that her Angels are in check? And last; who else might have noticed what she did?
FIND OUT NEXT TIME!
FIND OUT NEXT TIME!
Chapter Sixty-Six - I always got your back
The_Letter_K
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Feeling Samael wake and bringing her to the surface gently was a bizarrely fulfilling experience. She was safe because she was with me, and that safety was absolute. I understood now, I think, how the part of me that had been the shoggoth once upon a time had felt to hold the rest of me. Samael would need help moving around for a while yet, until we could get her fully healed, but her limbs still had stubs for now, and I could feel roughly what she was trying to do…
I gently let her out of the away place, into the here and now with the rest of us, but when she stood it was with my feet. My arms hung from her shoulders, and she was clothed in a thin coat of myself to continue her healing. It… I'd split off a piece of myself before, for Akubra, and she kept it with her, but… It was surprisingly easy to move both sections of myself. Maybe I should do this more.
Or maybe I should focus, instead.
What we saw there, what Vox showed us, we pretty consequential stuff. I didn't think I was alone in needing a moment to process it. I'd… never been particularly religious myself. Beeps wasn't treated poorly by the townsfolk, in fact she was somewhat well regarded, for how she'd turned the town's fortunes around, but the church's more involved members had implied a few things more than once that had never left me completely at ease with them.
Now, admittedly, they had been somewhat correct that she was just waiting for her chance, I suppose, but like… There was something off about the way it was meant all the same.
A core sickness.
I suppose I knew what it was now, but how do you deal with "God is bad" as an empirical fact? To some extent I knew what I'd become was disapproved of. While I'd joined the winning team here among the living, cosmologically, it seemed like a bit of an uphill battle to… what? Attack and dethrone God? I feel… I just don't even understand the breadth of control she has? Clearly she can't snap her fingers and magic the Demon Lord and her husband out of existence, or she'd surely do it, but what about us? Do we have the power to resist if that's something she could do? What if she was doing it right now? What if there had been more of us here only a moment ago, someone I love, lost to reality itself? Gone from my mind, if not my heart?
"Lilac…" Akubra's voice came from inside me, grounding me.
"You'd know, wouldn't you? If that happened?"
"I..." she paused. I'd always gotten the sense that the explanation itself was hard if not impossible for her. Maybe it was too much to ask, but in that moment I had to know.
"If I told you, would you believe me?" She asked, airily, but there was a tension there. Surely she knew how she came across, maybe it was natural for her to worry.
"Of course I would, dummy." But that was natural to me too.
I could hear her breathing ease.
"Then no, it has not." I felt an immediate relief.
"…Sorry to bother you in the middle of your warm-up." I said, vaguely embarrassed now with the release of tension.
"There's no need to fear coming to me with odd questions, if you do not fear equally odd answers, my dear."
I guess that settles that, eh?
The room came back into focus as I stopped looking inside myself and my own religious crises.
Samael had gotten used to walking with my legs, reaching with my hands, and was doing some stretches. Her skin was still a bit pink, freshly grown with no dead layer as protective cover, but she no longer looked like chicken deep fried till long past cooked, which could only be an improvement, even with the obviously missing limbs.
Charlotte looked torn between jumping her for a hug and jumping her to strangle her. I could sort of relate. If that had been Sally, who'd knowing risked being struck by God… gotten cooked alive… even knowing for certain her soul was safe in her ice cream charm, buried deep inside me, I'd have been terrified. It looked to me like she was held back only by Samael's customary nudity and the cute lil horrorterrors currently serving as her arms and legs.
Despite the situation, her obvious discomfort with my mes made me feel a bit huffy.
It's fine! I won't hurt you! Gah! But I remember how unhelpful that kind of talk had been when it was my own fear I was fighting, so I kept quiet.
Charlotte was pale, though. No surprise she was taking this new information so hard. Samael was probably more welcome than before if only as a familiar problem.
Amy and Blackberry, as well as Thagolynn, were probably the least affected by what we'd seen, which made some degree of sense. Blackberry had never grown up with the Chief God, I actually didn't know if she was religious at all. Amy, it sounded like, had been one of the least threatening Mamono types for a long while now, and had time to come to terms with the change, as well as the advantage that Holstaurs were often tolerated even in Order aligned church-serious settlements, at least at the outskirts. The regenerative, energy boosting power of Holstaur milk was widely known, and widely used. The corruptive effects were generally negligible, which… was likely an adaption to get them inside human settlements, come to think of it.
The point being they had very little to be concerned about and so she shared that protection, and even if her milk was more dangerous, no one would know that.
Beeps, of course, already knew all this, like Samael had, but she, even as she underwent repairs, still had an obvious glow of smug satisfaction about the whole 'Coronata' situation. She was only technically not affected by this specifically, had likely already processed it.
Sally though…
I'd seen that look in her eyes before.
I had a feeling we had very different ideas about how difficult it was, exactly, to attack and dethrone God. A shiver went down my spine as I met her eyes, as resolve hardened in her soul deep inside me.
Crap. She'd sworn an oath, hadn't she?
Shit.
I sighed, but met her eyes. I held her gaze, for a moment, but no matter how I silently pleaded, her resolve held firm. I closed my eyes and sighed again, but when I opened them my gaze was hard.
Ever so slightly, I nodded.
I will always have your back, Sally, no matter who it is who comes at you.
I guess we're fighting God.
But then I realized.
The recording was still going?
I gently let her out of the away place, into the here and now with the rest of us, but when she stood it was with my feet. My arms hung from her shoulders, and she was clothed in a thin coat of myself to continue her healing. It… I'd split off a piece of myself before, for Akubra, and she kept it with her, but… It was surprisingly easy to move both sections of myself. Maybe I should do this more.
Or maybe I should focus, instead.
What we saw there, what Vox showed us, we pretty consequential stuff. I didn't think I was alone in needing a moment to process it. I'd… never been particularly religious myself. Beeps wasn't treated poorly by the townsfolk, in fact she was somewhat well regarded, for how she'd turned the town's fortunes around, but the church's more involved members had implied a few things more than once that had never left me completely at ease with them.
Now, admittedly, they had been somewhat correct that she was just waiting for her chance, I suppose, but like… There was something off about the way it was meant all the same.
A core sickness.
I suppose I knew what it was now, but how do you deal with "God is bad" as an empirical fact? To some extent I knew what I'd become was disapproved of. While I'd joined the winning team here among the living, cosmologically, it seemed like a bit of an uphill battle to… what? Attack and dethrone God? I feel… I just don't even understand the breadth of control she has? Clearly she can't snap her fingers and magic the Demon Lord and her husband out of existence, or she'd surely do it, but what about us? Do we have the power to resist if that's something she could do? What if she was doing it right now? What if there had been more of us here only a moment ago, someone I love, lost to reality itself? Gone from my mind, if not my heart?
"Lilac…" Akubra's voice came from inside me, grounding me.
"You'd know, wouldn't you? If that happened?"
"I..." she paused. I'd always gotten the sense that the explanation itself was hard if not impossible for her. Maybe it was too much to ask, but in that moment I had to know.
"If I told you, would you believe me?" She asked, airily, but there was a tension there. Surely she knew how she came across, maybe it was natural for her to worry.
"Of course I would, dummy." But that was natural to me too.
I could hear her breathing ease.
"Then no, it has not." I felt an immediate relief.
"…Sorry to bother you in the middle of your warm-up." I said, vaguely embarrassed now with the release of tension.
"There's no need to fear coming to me with odd questions, if you do not fear equally odd answers, my dear."
I guess that settles that, eh?
The room came back into focus as I stopped looking inside myself and my own religious crises.
Samael had gotten used to walking with my legs, reaching with my hands, and was doing some stretches. Her skin was still a bit pink, freshly grown with no dead layer as protective cover, but she no longer looked like chicken deep fried till long past cooked, which could only be an improvement, even with the obviously missing limbs.
Charlotte looked torn between jumping her for a hug and jumping her to strangle her. I could sort of relate. If that had been Sally, who'd knowing risked being struck by God… gotten cooked alive… even knowing for certain her soul was safe in her ice cream charm, buried deep inside me, I'd have been terrified. It looked to me like she was held back only by Samael's customary nudity and the cute lil horrorterrors currently serving as her arms and legs.
Despite the situation, her obvious discomfort with my mes made me feel a bit huffy.
It's fine! I won't hurt you! Gah! But I remember how unhelpful that kind of talk had been when it was my own fear I was fighting, so I kept quiet.
Charlotte was pale, though. No surprise she was taking this new information so hard. Samael was probably more welcome than before if only as a familiar problem.
Amy and Blackberry, as well as Thagolynn, were probably the least affected by what we'd seen, which made some degree of sense. Blackberry had never grown up with the Chief God, I actually didn't know if she was religious at all. Amy, it sounded like, had been one of the least threatening Mamono types for a long while now, and had time to come to terms with the change, as well as the advantage that Holstaurs were often tolerated even in Order aligned church-serious settlements, at least at the outskirts. The regenerative, energy boosting power of Holstaur milk was widely known, and widely used. The corruptive effects were generally negligible, which… was likely an adaption to get them inside human settlements, come to think of it.
The point being they had very little to be concerned about and so she shared that protection, and even if her milk was more dangerous, no one would know that.
Beeps, of course, already knew all this, like Samael had, but she, even as she underwent repairs, still had an obvious glow of smug satisfaction about the whole 'Coronata' situation. She was only technically not affected by this specifically, had likely already processed it.
Sally though…
I'd seen that look in her eyes before.
I had a feeling we had very different ideas about how difficult it was, exactly, to attack and dethrone God. A shiver went down my spine as I met her eyes, as resolve hardened in her soul deep inside me.
Crap. She'd sworn an oath, hadn't she?
Shit.
I sighed, but met her eyes. I held her gaze, for a moment, but no matter how I silently pleaded, her resolve held firm. I closed my eyes and sighed again, but when I opened them my gaze was hard.
Ever so slightly, I nodded.
I will always have your back, Sally, no matter who it is who comes at you.
I guess we're fighting God.
But then I realized.
The recording was still going?
give god a good spanking
Dantalion
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Should god be found to be detrimental to sapience, then it is the duty of all sapients to oust god, for the persistence of sapience.
Easy? Of course not. Any deity worth their throne will be nigh impossible to bring to heel. Necessary? Absolutely.
There can be no truce with Furies and tyrants.
Easy? Of course not. Any deity worth their throne will be nigh impossible to bring to heel. Necessary? Absolutely.
There can be no truce with Furies and tyrants.