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Arachnid Goddess 2
Strange mature journeys in the world of Xibalba
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Comic language: English
Genre: Horror
Activity status: Active
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Last update: 6 days ago, 3:20 AM
Number of comics: 68
Number of subscribers: 9
Visitors: 6188 visitors (21499 pages viewed)
Rating: 5 (12 votes)

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A young Australian witch lives a life of unchanging isolation before meeting with a free spirited barbarian woman from beyond the border. She soon finds the world is a fascinating yet deadly place, as she comes to terms with how little she understands both it and herself.

A sequel to the original Arachnid Goddess webcomic, set in the future of that world after the adventures of Ahab, with new and old faces. Done in a story based format, beginning with black and white before transitioning to color. Doesn't require knowledge of the first webcomic. (The story follows below the illustrations so that readers of another language may use a translation service to follow along.)

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Chernobog
Chernobog
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Most recent comments left on Arachnid Goddess 2

Grey Garou
5 days ago
Grey Garou
Seems the entire gang finally got sick of being victims. Let's face it, this is only type of message that is truly going to get through to these predators.

If one shows no mercy, don't expect any in return.
Left on 65. Breath of Darkness
Chernobog
6 days ago
Chernobog
It happened quickly. Lockjaw immediately dropped the girl, his eyes bulging wide and feral from a sudden horrific pain he had never known in his entire life of forty cycles. His screams were a mere hoarse dog-like choking sound, emphasized by trying to get his calloused scaly mitts into his now overstretched jaw. And there, there was a shaft of iron, reaching from the teeth behind his snout to well into the depths of his stomach, forced open beyond reason and wedged in place by either pointed end. The pain was maddening and from out of nowhere, but the source was simple. Karolina simply summoned her shovel point blank, reaching into his maw as he prepared to swallow her. Only by virtue of his jaw being so oversized as the Longtooths typically possessed, did the spell complete. It was a gamble and it paid off. Now, the item was stuck in delicate places where his natural armor was of no use. It interfered with his ability to breath, focus, and do anything else beyond desperately try to unjam the spade from his insides. Unfortunately, he could open his jaw no further and every effort to remove only resulted in agony unlike any he knew. Combined with periodic magical castings that refreshed her one durability spell made the shovel essentially unbreakable, and his problem was not going to be solved by brute force any time soon.

Karolina breathed heavily, feeling heady but also indignant and more than a little angry. They had taken everything. She didn't know what else to do. But as she bowed her head, watching the bits of mud drip off her hair, the feral light in her eyes began to burn hard. It was rage and it had not been quenched. The shovel witch had been pushed too hard for far too long.

Trembling and seething as the screams of Lockjaw serenaded her and as nearby unseen Longtooths began to yell and curse from the reintroduction of once latent diseases to their systems, she felt an icy yet hot darkness flow through her. The mud on her flesh and rainments began to flake off and both her skin and wet hair darkened, becoming grey and charcoal respectively. She found her spellbook in her hand as well, not knowing when she picked it up again.

Angry black spokes of flame began to arise from her arms, burning neither her nor the book. And yet for all of this, it felt somehow familiar. She reacted not with her usual trepidation and anxiety, but breathed in and out, feeling inexplicable cold air in her throat. Amidst the budding anger and her disinterest in question the sudden pale of grey upon her, she thought suddenly of the spells in her book. And what was once complicated to recall, now seemed relatively simple and second nature, as though someone removed a stumbling block from her mind.

She raised her hands, watching them burn with smoky dark flames from elbow to finger. A wild red glow in her eyes peeked from behind now lengthened hair covering her face. She had been dealt enough misfortunes and indignities. Now, it was her turn.
Left on 65. Breath of Darkness
Grey Garou
12 days ago
Grey Garou
Mojo risin'!!!
Left on 64. Jaws of Death
Chernobog
13 days ago
Chernobog
So, that was it, then? She asked herself this much as she kneeled in the mud, lost, defeated, and disheartened. Everyone was gone. She wasn't sure what she was even doing here anymore. There was no one to rescue. Nothing to go back to. Just... nothing.

She could see Lockjaw lumbering towards her, unimpressed and in no hurry. But his intention was clear. Whatever his reasons for hating her or just humanity in general, it didn't matter. Nothing she could say now would convince him otherwise of his course of action. She hardly even knew who this Xibalban was, but perhaps that too was irrelevant. He didn't really know her. She was just a symbol of all the things that sickened him. And to her, he was just some brutish stranger, their individual stories not overlapping beyond his intent to kill her.

"Bali... Siouxsie... Mama... Papa... what was the point of all of this?" she muttered to herself, watching reptilian feet get closer in the muddy slaughter pit.

"Girl..." came a faint wisp of a familiar voice, breaking up her self loathing. She cocked her head slightly. It was... Rathalos?

"This day... is not your sin," he whispered, almost deliriously as he bled out. "Misfortune is a poor reason... to assign blame. I could not stop you from arriving here, but... it was my deceptions to lead you here. I did not intend to speak the truth to him, but even... a shaman cannot override an inquisitor of his people. And I am not innocent. I risked. He suspected. This is the doddering lazy foolishness of the old- that we will always deceive those younger than ourselves... successfully."

"Something you've said that finally smacks of the truth now, eh shaman?" Lockjaw said, pausing temporarily. "I knew your heart was too human. Too flawed to survive. And you would use us for your treacherous machinations. Where have these things gotten you and her, Rathalos?"

The old half dead Longtooth ignored the goon.

"If... if I could give you any final advice, anything to steel your nerves now... I tell you this as a man who has lived long enough. Not as a human. Not as a Longtooth. But as Xibalban as you or anyone else..."

"Be loyal to yourself. It's one of the few things, perhaps... worth dying for. You can still claim that much if you want."

"After all... shovel... witch..." he choked, shivering. His will to live had faded into darkness and despair. He was not strong enough internally or externally to go on. So he left her with his final words, this stranger also soon to die.

"You... who bury the dead... what... what will they... say of... your grave?"

She lifted her head and wiped hot tears away. To anyone else, it might've sounded insulting or backhanded. But to one who obsessively worked to bury an entire town, the entire focus of her solitary life prior to meeting Bali, it reminded her that life was counted in seconds. Moments counted. One's conduct, counted. Would she be remembered as a sniveling push over by this self serving thug, if at all? Was the entire point of her to fail now and simply allow himself to be a notch for his idealogy.

No, she had been here too long. If she was going to go, then better to make him question just how 'easy' it would be to kill a human. For Bali's efforts, and for Siouxsie, she had to fight back.

So she focused, feeling a weird hot rage fill her, ironically fueled by futility. It was something she rarely felt. Whereas there was often somber duty, some paranoia, and even anxiety... this was different. It was passion. And anger. Glancing at the cover of her magic book in the mud, she remembered the words of one of her most useless spells in her already scant recollection of magick. And trembling, she muttered those words. Quietly, quickly, again and again.

Lockjaw looked boredly at the now dead Rathalos laying amputated in the mud nearby and shrugged. Turning back to Karolina, he casually picked her up by her arms, pressing them against her sides tightly. Lifting her clean off the ground, he smirked, unimpressed. "What are you mumbling? Some curse, I imagine? Maybe you should have learned something useful, witch."

"Well, it's been fun, but it's time to wipe you from memory now. And funnily enough, I'm famished. As useless as your kind are, at least you taste relatively good." His jaws opened wide, revealing his soft tongue and a great row of curved teeth. "Any last words, witch?"

Glaring deeply, Karolina gnashed her teeth angrily, as rage sparked the deep well of shadow essence within her.

"Sezkaten hanivera oraii veluus eta lontai, somesh ureska-hesh muunali muunali oteph negraketa!" she howled at him.
Left on 64. Jaws of Death
Chernobog
24th Jul 2018
Chernobog
Yep. "...no plague or age may claim thee." This group of Longtooths is definitely on the thick side. If there's anything left of them after a year of chewing through illnesses, they might learn to respect the traditions and get reinstated. Then again, showing that they can suffer from sickness now is a serious weakness and they're less in a position to hold all that territory they stole from their rivals. Their future is tenuous at best.
Left on 63. Gift Horse