Hello, my friends. Ok, before I start this new chapter about (probably...CERTAINLY) Weaver's horrifying adventures in Nilbog Hill, especially now that she (and everyone else) can't count on Dragon's help, all "thanks" to a guy with an ugly face tattoo and an even uglier codename...FUCK YOU Saint , I'd like to tell you about how depressed and hopeless my best friend became because of the actual events in Ward (now, she isn't depressed in her normal life, she becomes depressed everytime when we talk about Worm because she remembers about Ward and never forget to tell me how awful and grim and hopeless the situation is there. I warned her to not spoil me anything and she respects my request but she still keep telling me how she wants to stop reading Ward for a while because she just can't get over how dark Ward currently is. I told her that can't be more grim than Worm (or at least where I'm now with reading
). Come on, we're talking here about the end of the world, an almost invincible monstrous psychopath, his equally monstrous army of clones, heroes taking down only the weaker clones so far, the strongest ones being still very hard to be defeated, Cauldron doesn't seem to do ANYTHING to help, Bonesaw still help Jack, despite having small attempts to turn her back to him in her Interlude, Nilbog -a S Class threat- will probably become Jack's new weapon and the most stupid and selfish hacker in the world just ruined one of humanity's few chances to stop Jack
. I fail to see a more grim situation that this one. But my friend still insisted that Ward is worse. I encouraged her to think more positively because I'm sure that everything will end on a hopeful note for the good guys
. I always believe in a good ending (or at worst, bittersweet one) no matter how dark a situation can become. Lets say that I'm exactly the opposite of Dennis. I'm like a bacon of hope to his grimdarkness 🤜 🕐.
Ok, lets see how many times I'm going to say: FUCK YOU SAINT. Cause I'm sure that I'm going to say it quite a lot, everytime when the heroes (and heroic villains) fail to stop Jack only because Dragon is not there to help them. Lets start with FUCK YOU Saint and continue with...reading the actual chapter
Sting 26.4
Ellisburg loomed before me. A small town, surrounded by a massive wall. Ellisburg had been situated by a river, and the wall included a section of the waterway. The building that managed the flow of water was bigger than any structure within the walls, a filtration and guard system that ensured that nothing was making its way up or downstream from the small town.
I'd only been a toddler when the walls had first gone up. Outside of that bit of news, the Ellisburg situation wasn't one that came up a lot, yet it had somehow found traction in the public consciousness. It was something we all thought about from time to time, something that loomed as a possibility in everyone's mind.
Would today be the day the wrong person got too much power?
I'd manually piloted the craft back out of the field, and the A.I. had kicked in to handle the flight codes and necessary messages to air traffic control and nearby aircraft. When I'd input my destination for the second time, the craft mobilized.
But the silence, the strange blip in the A.I.'s direction, it left me uneasy.
Now, as we took a circuitous route around Ellisburg, to a field beside the large filtration and security building, I could see the Azazels, parked at the edges of the same location.
That was the point I felt alarmed.
"Ignore the Azazels. Listen. I've got a lot to handle and coordinate right now," Defiant said. Was there a tremor of emotion in his voice there? "Golem's on his way. Wait for backup. I'm sending Dragon's Teeth your way. Teams from across America are joining the fight now that the full situation is leaking. I'm putting some on containment and quarantine detail, make sure the Slaughterhouse Nine situation doesn't get beyond the areas the attacks are directed at. I'm going to send a few your way. Ten minutes."
Something happened.
FUCK YOU Saint. Good start. I'm sure that of Weaver will ever find out what Saint did to Dragon, she'll find him (faster than Defiant will do) and kill him with her own hands (or even better saying: with her thousands of her tiny claws and feet). She'll fuck him up exactly how he deserves for "killing" her adoptive mother. Yes, I feel like this will be one of the reasons for Weaver to want to end Geoff's sorry life. I feel like she started to see Dragon as someone slowly replacing her mother in her heart and life- well, their relationship wasn't exactly one of a mother-daughter, but Dragon was someone very close to Weaver (someone who understood her, supported her and was even affectionate with her- when she hugged Taylor and Taylor didn't say "no"
). Now she looked pretty worried for Dragon (she's also worried for the situation itself, but she's clearly not indifferent to Dragon's fate, I can safely say that she's worried for Dragon). She'll surely break Geoff's dick in very tiny pieces and make Margaret a very unhappy woman. Defiant didn't told her anything, maybe he's worried for her reaction if she knows the truth or he's completely convinced that he'll bring Dragon back and he doesn't want to make Weaver lost her shit in the middle of such important mission. I like his judgement
.
I'm 22 years old and I still don't have a driver licence and Weaver can pilot a Tinker made aircraft with amazing skills. I'm so fucking jealous on Weaver right now
. Her adoptive parents taught her some really cool stuff.
She'd pushed herself too far, something had gone wrong, and now Defiant faced losing the one person on this planet who could tolerate him for more than ten minutes at a time. No small wonder he was out of sorts.
"Defiant," I said. "I'm going in alone. Send Golem in after me if he wants to come, reinforcements can hang back or come with, depending on your judgement. I'll handle things on this end. You focus on what you need to. Focus on Dragon, focus on damage control."
It was uncharacteristic of him to thank me. A pleasantry. How upset was he?
Hey, passenger, I thought. Do me a favor. If I get taken out of action and you step up to fight, work on taking out Jack, alright?
My bugs stirred, moving further down the hall. It was so far from a conscious direction that I wondered for a second if the passenger had listened.
No. I'd tried hypnosis, I'd tried other things. Some in Mrs. Yamada's office, other times in the PRT's labs, after dark, off the record. Nothing brought the monster to the fore.
Within the city, the trees had been immaculately cut and trimmed, and the shapes were just as strange; trees that were perfectly round, cubes, cones. Where new trees were growing on lawns, as dense and close together as trees in an orchard might be, I could see heavy wires wound around them, guiding their growth into twists and curves. The art of bonsai taken to a bigger scale, cultivating each tree in form. Already, some of the largest ones were properly set up, meshing together with counterparts on the opposite sides of the street, forming lush, living wooden arches.
And then, as if to remind me that this wasn't friendly territory, there was a scarecrow in one garden. The clothes were brightly colored, the pose one of a dancing figure, but that wasn't the eerie thing about it. The head was a skeletal one, a dog's head stripped of all flesh, turned skyward with its mouth opened in joy. The hands that clutched the rake and watering can were held together by wire. A very small human hand.
Welcome to Nilbog Hill....I mean Ellisburg, Weaver. Hope you enjoy your staying
. Gosh, this look like a city from a dark fairy tale mixed with a place where your worst nightmares become reality. Nilbog is CLEARLY INSANE (like it wasn't clear enough in Piggot Interlude) and he seems to have a childish mind (pretty similar with Bonesaw with the difference that Bonesaw pretends to be childish but Nilbog seems to be a genuinely psychopatic man-child). That scarecrow is in particular disturbing, telling a lot about Nilbog's personality and mindset. That poor dog, used as body parts for the scarecrow...
If Bitch was there to see that thing, she'd have burned the whole place to the ground and risk to have Nilbog's monsters multiplying (because they multiply if they're exposed to fire or bombs if I remember correctly what I learned from Piggot Interlude; this is the only reason why nobody bombed this city of terrors) and spilling over into the nearest cities. Thanks God that Bitch isn't there. But, seriously, what Weaver is doing alone there? I know that she said that Gollem will arrive soon but still, she's currently alone and I doubt that she will be able to fight all Nilbog's creatures even with Gollem's help. At least 2 or 3 more heroes or allies villains should have accompanied her. This is a place where a whole team of professional Protectorate soldiers and parahumans got owned by a diabolical man-child and his monsters and only one human and a snake survived. What the hell Weaver can do alone? With all my respect for her lack of knowledge about what fear is, for her outstanding badassery and her ability to survive to any situation and any injury possible and impossible, she still can't kill all Nilbog's creations by herself
. In her shoes, I would have take with me the following: Foil (there's no non-Endbringer creature that she can't kill with her power), Golem (because he's Jack's foil), Vista (Vista will be very useful as a key to escape from this place if the situation becomes too grim) and keep in touch ALL THE TIME with Tattletale (because Tattletale is the best non-combatant ally). No way I'll go all alone like Weaver (well, with all my sincerity, I wouldn't go there not even if I'll have Eidolon+ Contessa's powers and a whole army of parahumans will follow me very close cause I'm a SHAMELESS COWARD like this
).
Back to the CREEPY scarecrow. It also have small arms like...the arms of a child
? Not surprised, Nilbog killed a whole city in order to replace its population with his fucked up walking nightmares. Knowing that he needs already existing flesh to create his monsters, I think he used the flesh of the murdered men, women and children and shaped it into his friends. Goodness. This monster and Jack surely DESERVE each other. They're both insane and equally bad. My only problem with their alliance is that if Nilbog becomes Jack's ally, Jack will be even more hard to be defeated. So, Nilbog has to die, whatever he accepts Jack's deal or not. He is extremely dangerous on his own (I don't care if he's insane and childish, he's a monster WHO KILLED CHILDREN to use their flesh for his creatures). Besides, one S-Class threat is a WIN for everyone. Fuck Nilbog. Fuck you too, Saint. Don't think that I forgot you.
A trap? I looked behind me to see if they were planning on walling me in, and came face to face with one of Nilbog's creations.
It hissed, its breath hot and reeking of bile. Fangs like a viper's parted, the distance between them great enough that it probably could have sunk some into the top of my head and the underside of my chin as it closed its mouth. I stepped back out of reach, then forced myself to stay still and wait.
The mouth closed, and I could see how the creature's head was smaller than mine. It wasn't more than four feet tall, covered in pale brown scales. The reptilian face could have been in a children's movie, if it wasn't for the eyes. They were dark, black, and cold.
It clung to the wall, its feet placed higher up than its hands, opposable toes gripping the frame that had been around the vault door. I noticed it was wearing white shorts, with one suspender strap over a shoulder. A taloned claw held a softball-sized chunk of the wall.
A girl, five or so feet tall, her face mottled with purple veins that spiraled across her perfectly round, puffy, hairless head. Her eyes were tiny and piggish, her fingers blunt, barely a half-inch long, her mouth too small for her face. She wore a sack that looked like it had been sewn to work around her oversized head. Her hand was on my knife.
The lizard boy had extended frills at his arms, neck, and the edges of his face, colorful, brilliant, and held out by a framework of needle-fine spines. His mouth hung open, viper's teeth revealed.
"I'd like to see Nilbog," I said.
Her friend emerged from a garage, lifting the door to lumber forth. He was big, fat, and moved on four limbs that each had opposable digits. His massive belly swung right and left as he loped, so distended and so close to the ground as it swung that I worried it would hit something and split open. His genitals were almost bigger than I was, and they were, along with his sensory organs, the only way I could really tell his front from his back.
The sensory organs consisted of slits running top to bottom from a ridge at one end of his body. There was no room for a brain, no eyes present.
This organ granted him enough awareness to approach, probably by way of scent, but it didn't give him the fine tuning he needed to find us, specifically. The round-headed creature approached him, took hold of a fistful of chest hair and led him my way.
I backed up a little as they approached, and received a hissed rebuke from lizard-boy.
I remained still. The safest course.
Desperate situations called for risks. This was my gamble.
"I have a gift for him," I said.
The alterations to the surroundings only grew more focused and extreme as I found my way to the center of Ellisburg. Building faces were covered in wild plant growth, and there wasn't a single building without more extreme modifications made to it. Glances indoors showed little more than barren exteriors with the floorboards pried up, or clusters of Nilbog's creatures lurking in the unlit gloom within.
So Jack was situating himself as someone subservient, even servile, so as not to challenge Nilbog's alpha status. He was playing nice, even.
If I tried the same, I'd only be working to catch up, to earn Nilbog's trust.
The creatures stepped out of the way as I made my way closer. Nilbog sat at the center of a long table, and two more tables extended from the ends to form a loose 'c' shape. Checked tablecloths in eye-gouging color contrasts covered each table. Jack sat at the end furthest me, and a man with white and black stripes sat beside him.
Bonesaw was only a short distance away, sitting on the shoulders of what looked like a flayed bear. The thing had claws two or three times the usual size, it's mouth yawning open like it had been broken.
Nilbog was immensely fat, easily four hundred pounds, and sat on a throne that had apparently been cobbled together from dismantled furniture. His face was covered with a paper mask. Other creatures sat on chairs to his left and right.
"A man with white and black stripes sat beside him"? So, a MALE SIBERIAN? One of Manton clone can project a male Siberian? Good, I'm very ok with that. Much better than projecting a naked woman in the image of Manton's own adult daughter. I mean, wtf
? I always believed that Siberian was one of the most fucked up thing because she was basically how Manton imagined his adult NAKED daughter (my father is convinced that Manton had some incestuous thoughts about his daughter, the reason why he projected her as a naked adult woman. I won't be surprised because Manton was crazy enough to be incestuous on top of being a murderer and a cannibal). So, this male Siberian projection is probably the boy that Manton never had and he wanted to have or Manton himself. Also, a NAKED MALE SIBERIAN
. I wonder if there's a fanart of him. I would like to see it. You know, for scientific purposes
.
Ok, I'm a simple woman, when I see a male Siberian, I expect Weaver to ruin his dick. I know that he's invincible everywhere, I'm just listening to my sinful instincts.
Male Siberian aside, looks like Jack already arrived and he was welcomed by the King Nilbog. Told you that these monsters deserve each other
. Knowing how manipulative and convincing Jack can be, I don't think that will be hard for him to convince Nilbog that if they become allies, the whole world will become a beautiful place. This is what I'm expecting Jack to promise to someone so troubled like Nilbog. The problem is that Nilbog will refuse to leave without his creatures because he truly love them. Jack have to take him and his "babies" and I think that he'll be very ok with the additional monsters (they listen to their King and their King will listen to Jack so only WIN for Jack). Come on, Bonesaw, stop your demented "father figure", backstab him just like he backstabbed his former boss. That would be a poetic justice
. I'm still hoping that Bonesaw have something prepared for Jack, something that will be highly unpleasant for him, but very pleasant and satisfactorily for me. Please.
I wonder what Weaver will say to Nilbog to convince him to not join Jack. If she'll become violent and attack Jack, that will mean for her instant death. First, there's a male Siberian and Manton is nowhere to be seen, second, Bonesaw is still by Jack' side, third, Jack is Nilbog's guest and I'm sure that Nilbog will not be very happy if a stranger will attack his guests. Weaver should play her cards very careful because if she makes a mistake, not even Gollem will save her. This is the time when diplomacy will probably win over brainless violence. Too bad that Weaver is better at fighting than at diplomacy.
The arrangement of the tables created an open space that could host their entertainment. I looked, then wished I hadn't. A bloated, coarse-looking creature lay on the ground, almost like a potato made of hair and flesh. Smaller things were busy carving gouges and holes into it.
The resulting wounds regenerated, but not before the smaller creatures inserted body parts into the openings, allowing the regenerated flesh to close tight but not close completely.
I averted my eyes from the scene, content with not letting my brain register which parts were being inserted and what they were doing after the fact.
"Another guest!" Nilbog cried out. He spoke like he had a bad accent, but it wasn't. He'd affected strange and overdramatic tones for so long that his voice had warped, and he'd had no ordinary people to hear or talk to and measure his voice against. "A friend of yours, sir Jack?"
I approached the row of chairs opposite Jack and the Siberian, and one of the critters hopped down, scurrying under to join the festivities in the center of the tables. I took the vacated chair and sat. I might have removed my mask, but I was all too aware of the silverware in front of Jack.
"A queen?"
"A queen. With that in mind, provided you give your permission, I'd like to offer you a gift. A… peace offering, to make up for the fact that I entered your territory uninvited."
"Of course, of course!" He was almost childlike, so easily moved by this promise of a gift, his mood changing so quickly. Guileless. He'd been surrounded by yes-men for more than a decade, with barely any human contact, his defenses were gone. "I forgave Jack the lack of an invitation, I'll extend you the same courtesy. This gift?"
"I'd feed your subjects," I said. "Protein. You need it to make more. To keep the ones you currently have in good health."
Literally nobody:
Not a single soul:
Weaver: I'm a queen. Now kneel, you motherfuckers.
Leaving my stupid jokes aside, that was a pretty good idea you had, Weaver. Pretend that you're a queen and you want to help a King like Nilbog feed his subjects with adequate food? This idea would have never crossed my mind, I admit it. I didn't expect Weaver to come up with such a good plan
. Now let's see how good Jack will be at convincing Nilbog that Weaver is bullshiting about her royal origins and she is the one who is the enemy, not him. Nilbog seems to be an idiot man-child who believe everything you're telling him. He lost his contact with reality probably from the moment when he triggered and got his powers. He started to live in his own reality, where he could kill entire cities to make room for his horrifying friends. The actual reality doesn't exist for him anymore. It was deleted from his mind. If an Endbringer will visit him, he will probably believe that is a weird looking dragon who either want to attack his Garden or look after a place to sleep
. No therapy in the world can save Jamie's extremely broken mind, but a bullet in his head will be efficient. Jamie, Jamie, Jamie, I kind of feel pity for you (you're too innocent in your craziness compared with the obviously evil and full in control of his actions Jack but still you killed a lot of innocents, you're a danger for everyone so...a mercy killing will only put you out of your misery and save lives). I'm a full believer in mercy killing when one can't save people from a fate worse than death or from themselves. I noticed some similarities between Nilbog and his monsters. That monster girl and the lizard boy were obviously children and they're both innocent and creepy as fuck. Just like their father: childish and creepy as fuck. They (and other monsters) are reflections of Jamie's disturbing mind and crippled personality+ perception of world/life. He creates his servants/children in his own twisted image
.
Jamie is similar (until a point) with Alessa (the main character from Silent Hill). They both are twisted monsters with incredible supernatural powers, they took over a city and they tormented the people with the nightmare monsters created by them. Jamie's monsters reflect his personality and mind, Alessa's monsters reflect her own and other people's worst nightmares. But the city destroyed by Jamie was not responsible for his broken mind/personality, the people didn't do anything to him and what he did to them was pure unjustified cruelty. But Alessa was tormented by Silent Hill's fucking crazy cultist citizens to the point that she was almost killed by them and had to live trapped in an endless suffering (I always saw Alessa as the most tragic video game villain. Her whole story make me tear up only when I'm thinking about it
). She was justified in her actions to torment other monsters, unlike Jamie. But, justification aside, there are some pretty visible parallels between them (Jamie also became homeless and very alone, the loneliness being an important factor of triggering and mental breakdown. In Alessa's case, the whole city was against her so she was obviously alone). Hmm, I wasn't exactly wrong when I called Ellisburg as Nilbog Hill
.
Earthworms, ants and pillbugs dug through the soil beneath the park, searching. Some of Nilbog's creatures were beneath the earth, ready to spring up and attack. Others were beneath, eating whatever they could find. In the midst of my search, I found something. Not Siberian's creator, but nearly as good.
Nilbog himself.
"And you left it, apparently. If you're truly a queen, you're a foolish one."
"I did leave it," I said, "Because I had to, to save it. I had to protect my subjects, to fight my people's enemies. I have not been as fortunate as you."
You're starved for real human contact, I thought. Or you wouldn't have let us join you at the table.
Jack spoke, "It's a question of whether you act now and preserve what you have for the future, or wait and let them come and kill you. They've been systematically seeking people like you, eliminating them. I could show you proof, given a chance."
"I was more powerful than you," I told him.
He snapped his head around to stare at me. To glare at me.
"No. He wants you to go to war against your neighbors. To break down the walls that keep you safe and fight people who are leaving you alone. He'll use you as a distraction, and then when everything is done, he'll come back and destroy your kingdom. And he'll do it in the cruelest, saddest ways you can imagine."
Yes, Queen Weaver, you tell him, yes. Nilbog, I fucking hate you (even if I also feel sorry for you), but you have to believe her. This Queen doesn't lie you. Jack is planning to destroy EVERYTHING, he doesn't give a crap about your horror tales kingdom, for him you're good only as a servant/partner until he'll reach his objective. No matter what he's telling you, don't trust one single word coming out from his stinking mouth
. He's evil and a liar, he's the human personification of Satan. If you're smart, Nilbog, ask one of your children to cut off Jack's tongue or sew his lips together- if he can't talk, he can't manipulate people (yes, Jack have Bonesaw and safeguards and Male Siberian but if Queen Weaver will find Manton clone with her bugs and manage to kill him, Jack will be left without his most powerful defense. Just he and Bonesaw against hundreds of Nilbog's creations, each with different power and each very loyal to their King. He won't stand a chance. He still have his primary power that allow him to stab and slash anyone with his knife, no matter where they're staying. But he can't fight against all these monsters,right? Besides, maybe Nilbog made them immune to conventional weapons
). Come on, oh, Queen of Insects, find Manton Clone and kill him. You have nothing to lose, there are no hostages or civilians around that you should be worried for, only monsters whose lives are important only for Nilbog. Well, there's still your own life in danger but....
I think I underestimated Nilbog's intelligence. He's not such a big idiot. Yes, he have a child mind, but he have a brilliant child mind. Look, he had the idea to hide himself underground and control from there a clone of himself (its impressive that he can create monsters very similar with human beings when he wants. His power is so versatile and virtually limited only by his imagination and raw materials). He was smart enough to not expose himself to strangers but I have a feeling that Bonesaw will tell the difference between his real body and the fake one because of her bio Tinker bullshit instant knowledge. This is the second time when I underestimated the intelligence of an evil villain. First time, I did it with Lung. I was wrong. Now, I just repeated the same mistake. Not good, not good at all
.
Nilbog raised his hands. "Angel on one shoulder that tells me one story…"
A placenta-like blob swelled in his hand.
"A devil on the other, telling me another."
Another blob appeared in the other hand.
Both burst, showering Nilbog in greasy slime. Two creatures gripped his forearms, looking more like flying monkeys than an angel and devil. They were roughly the size of babies, their faces feral, mouths filled with pirahna-like teeth. One had red hair, a red beard and gazelle-like horns, and the other had white hair and beard and a strange horn that formed an off-white halo above its head.
It did taste like cupcakes. I suspected it would have been less nauseating if it tasted like real vomit.
"I want to wipe the slate clean. Things have been going through the same motions for so long that there's a rut in the ground. You erased everything that wasn't worth keeping here, and replaced it with something better. With your garden."
"With that in mind, I'm reaching out to a like-minded soul. Someone who rejects the malignant, stagnant society and wants to grow something else in its place."
"Jack has no interest in growth," I said. "Only destruction."
Hiding in plain sight.
Plastic surgery, or even an outer suit, like the one Nilbog wore. He had to be dressed up in the skin of one of the monsters.
Smart, Bonesaw, fucking smart. As usual. Just like Nilbog was smart enough to use a clone as his "real" body, Bonesaw transformed Manton Clone in one of Nilbog's monsters, tricking him right at his home. I bet he'll be extremely angry if Queen Weaver will prove that Jack lied him. Its easy for her to prove. She can just tell him about the trick and he'll recognize the creatures created by him and see the fake one. But she must be prepared to attack Manton Clone right in the next moment, otherwise his Male Siberian will protect him. Man, I'm eating popcorn while I'm reading this Chapter. The best Chapter of this Arc so far
. Zero action but more tense than the whole action in the world. Our protagonist is trying to convince a monster to not let himself being manipulated by another monster to help him bringing the Apocalypse, while she takes dinner in their company, surrounded from all sides by Jack's monsters and Nilbog's monsters. Seems silly at the first glance, but its a very serious situation because the fate of the world depends of how succesfull Weaver will be to defeat Jack without resorting to immediate violence. A surprisingly very, very good scene. Probably on of the best in the whole Worm. I fucking LOVE it ❤.
"They do," Jack agreed. "Well, we could give you that youth. Bonesaw could grant you immortality."
"She could also enslave you to her will," I commented.
"I'd never," Bonesaw said. She shook her head, her curls flying, "No, I couldn't! I love these beautiful things he makes! To control him would mean I'd take that creativity away."
Golem.
He approached, taking off his helmet. He offered Nilbog a slight bow.
Golem...coming to the rescue
. Yes. YES, this is better and better. Now Weaver is not alone, she can coordinate her actions with Golem to stop Jack after she or Nilbog will take Manton Clone down. Golem, do what Queen Weaver did. Tell Nilbog that you're a king coming from a...Stone Kingdom. Yes, the King of the Stone Kingdom sounds so good for Golem. A Kingdom where everything is animated stone, including trees and animals, and King Golem have control over them in the same manner Nilbog have over his creations. Tell him, Golem, tell him everything you want, he's intelligent, but he's gullible. He'll believe everything you'll tell him
.
Yes, I trust Bonesaw when she said that she'll not control Nilbog. She loves creativity (lets say the dark side of creativity), not only her own but also the creativity of other people and if she'll enslave him, she'll instantly take away his creativity and she'll hate it. She and Jack are not planning to make Nilbog their slave, they want him to become their partner. Because he's very strong and if he'll do his stuff without being forced, he'll prove to be a very creative ally. What makes him so strong isn't the ability to create monsters but his creativity. One can create as many monsters as they want, but they will never have Nilbog's monsters sapience and superpowers/weapons. A non-creative Nilbog won't be such a useful asset.
"Or is the angel making false promises?" I asked. "There's no security. No comfort. You claim to care about your creations, but you'd go to war?"
"Were you happy, before any of us came here?"
"Yes. I can eat the most delicious foods, yet get every nutrient I need. I canfuck the most beautiful and exotic women you'd ever imagine, whenever I wish. Every need is provided for a hundred times over, and I'm surrounded by those who love me."
"Polka," Nilbog said. He reached out, and a female creature, no taller than three feet, hopped up onto the lap of the creature beside her king. She had a narrow face with a reptilian structure, with only four fangs at the very front, but smooth, humanlike skin. Her hair was white, her skin blue. She wore a toddler's clothes, a long, narrow tail lashing behind her. Nilbog stroked her hair.
"Bonesaw can fix that. I can grant you immortality. I can grant your creation that same gift," Jack said.
"I see it," Nilbog said. "I see it. Bossy, Patch, hold him!"
The Siberian was moving. Readying to pounce?
An instant before the Siberian made contact with the monster, Golem jammed his hand into his side, using his power, throwing the creator into the air with one thrusting hand. Siberian lunged, punching through the hand of soil to grab the creator's foot.
"You dare disturb the peace!?" Nilbog screamed the question. "Kill the queen! Kill the Golem-man!"
In that instant, Golem created two hands, throwing us back.
"Azazels, now!" I screamed, one finger pressed to my earbud. I pulled on the flight pack and then took off again.
"Where are the Azazels!" I shouted. The flying creatures were turning my way.
But Defiant had said they were unreliable. Dragon was out of commission.
And before I could say more, Jack's knife slash caught me across the chest, the cut severing the straps of my flight pack. I dropped from the sky, landing on one of those ramshackle, spiraling rooftops. Planks that had been poorly nailed in collapsed around me as I hit solid ground.
Your king is dying, I thought, my mouth moving and failing to form the sounds. There was only the barest whisper. I killed him, but if you could believe that Jack did it…
"Blame Jack," I said, through the swarm.
"Jack Slash has used us as a distraction to kill your king!"
Golem hollered the words at the top of his lungs. I felt a tension leave me. I might be fucked, but we'd limited the damage. They'd turn it inward.
The Siberian took hold of the umbilical cord and heaved, Jack maintaining contact with a hand on the Siberian's shoulder. Nilbog, still slowly dying of oxygen loss, was brought to the surface with a surprising ease.
Bonesaw wrapped her arms around the man. Frailer than his self on the surface,smaller.
I felt a moment's despair.
Foil? Someone who could stop Siberian?
Well....FUCK. Jack won
. The whole tension is now gone. The fucker won because....because another fucker decided that stopping Dragon is the best idea ever, he'll surely save the world with this idea 👎. Yep, FUCK YOU, SAINT, FUCK YOU, SAINT, FUCK YOU, SAINT. You're responsible for this mess. The whole mess. Dragon would have probably stopped Jack with Azazels. Saint said that he'll take over the Azazels and use them to help against Jack. He sucks big time because I'm sure that he have no idea how to pilot them or he isn't fast enough, otherwise he'd have helped Weaver and Golem. No, I'm not pissed because Jack won- AGAIN- even if I didn't expected Weaver and Golem to fail like this (I also think that kidnapping Nilbog is not a very good method to convince him to help, unless Bonesaw will brainwash him, which she'll probably do even if she promised that she'll not hurt his creativity. I'm starting to lose my hope in Bonesaw, this girl seems to not want to change even after she realized how much Jack hurt her; his control over her is still very strong
). I'm pissed because they had a chance to destroy Jack but Saint stole this chance from them because he wanted to show the world what a big hero he's. If stupidity was a fatal disease, Saint would have died in a matter of minutes
. Ok, now, guys, have fun fighting Nilbog's enraged creatures. They will not let you leave this city without avenging their King.
The question of the day: WHAT THE FUCK CAULDRON IS DOING
? They proved to be completely useless during all this war against Jack.
Meanwhile, in Cauldron Headquarters:
Doctor Mother: You beat me again. I should stop playing poker with you. I have zero chances to win when you're the other player.
Contessa: I'm sorry, Doctor. I just don't like to lose so I'm cheating everytime with my power.
Doctor Mother: Shouldn't we do something more productive?
Number Man, appearing out of nowhere: Ladies, do you need some entertainment? Allow me to entertain you by slowly taking my shirt off.
Doctor Mother, visibly appealed, starting to leave: I think I'm going to absolute ruin more unwilling people lives because I need more Case53s for my superarmy against future threads.
Number Man proceeds to take his shirt off: Just look at me, Doctor.
Doctor Mother: Fucking sprinting.
Contessa: I think...I will help people in their fight against the actual thread.
Number Man: Contesaaaaaaaaa.
Contessa: Path to Stay Away from Perverts.
Contessa is already on the battlefield, killing evil clones left and right.
And Number Man saved the day because he likes too much to get undressed. Yaaaaaaaaaaaay (I kind of wish for this scenario to happen. Only WIN in my books
).
Now I feel much better
.
Any fanart with Male Siberian? My scientific curiosity is killing me.
Good night and sleep well, my friends.
