Holou

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Holou
Kanji 帆楼
Kana ホロウ
Age older than the universe itself
Type Divine
Sub Type Deity
Series No Game No Life
Medium Light Novel
Role Side


Holou is the Old Deus embodying the concepts of doubt and trust.
Perhaps even before anything was, she was already there to question all that might come.

The name Holou was given to her by Sora and Shiro. It is a bastardization of the english word "hollow".

It is heavily implied that she is the creator of Ex-Machina (see Shuvi Dola). She originally intended for them to help answer her questions and to have someone to talk to in the infinite void of nothingness. But having created an intelligent machine, Ex-Machina just came up with more questions of their own.

Appearance[edit | edit source]

Though in actuality Holou's ether takes the shape of a big brush and ink pot, she does possess a humanoid avatar.
As Holou's ether is dependent on the Shrine Maiden, this avatar's clothing, while being a lot more complex and revealing than normal, is based on werbeast culture (so basically Japan inspired). A number of scrolls can be found floating around her at all times. She uses them to record her infinite questions and possible answers.
Her eyes are turquoise and purple. She has long, violet hair. As is usual with the LN art, her hair has a colourful gradient, first from purple to a sky blue, to a darker malachite green then finally to yellow.
She has two reddish purple horns on her head, one of them broken. She wears a fox mask and a big, golden, spherical bell on the side of her head.

Personality[edit | edit source]

As the embodiment of doubt, she is full of constant questions about the world. She lacks any common sense and questions anything and everything that is told to her. Even to a question she would usually reply with a question.

Small Excerpt of Volume 8[edit | edit source]

(spoilers, obviously)

And so, at the end of the more than ageless silence, the girl at last thought of a single means — a method to answer those questions that bubbled up infinitely within her. The lonely god, having come to doubt the truth of her very existence, at last came —

— to deny herself and gouge herself of her ether.

At least she had found one answer: She had existed. She held that close to her, the answer obtained at the cost of her death.

No Game No Life, Volume 8, Yen On localization