Shattering Humanity-Chapter 436: A Complicated, Competitive, & Conspiratorial Relationship Between The Demagogue & The Densely Disdained
’Therefore I will praise you among the Gentiles; I will sing the praises of your name.
Again, it says, "Rejoice, you Gentiles, with his people."
And again, "Praise the Lord, all you Gentiles; let all the peoples extol him."
And again, Isaiah says, "The Root of Jesse will spring up, one who will arise to rule over the nations; in him the Gentiles will hope."
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.’ -Romans 15:9-13
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MaMmon DæMon: "Well, what are you all waiting for?
It’s time to reunite yourselves and get acquainted with your new ’lab partners’."
With one strong motion from the cloaked woman, the door wheel spins. The spinning prongs blur together until stopping immediately with an echoing *KURCHUNK*.
As MaMmon easily pulls open the heavy stainless steel door, the high pitched whining from a tooth drill becomes more audible but stops after hearing their guest’s arrival.
Beyond the threshold of the vault-like doorway is a dentist/medical emergency walk-in office with one of the universally recognisable bead maze toys in the center of the white walled, carpeted office.
Two parallel, rail sliding, bullet proof glass panels are open to an empty receptionist desk. Separate individual rooms are open along the far wall behind the desk and in clear view of the women, from the procedure room currently in use, Holliday leans back in his dentist chair to see who has arrived.
Both Buzz and Nomad’s eyes widen, their oculars immediately moisten, but an accompanied smile from the both of them gives away their overwhelming sense of happy relief.
Knowing her tactics of emotional and indulgent manipulation are coming along perfectly, the solo DæMon twin smirks, thinking to herself.
MaMmon DæMon(thinking): *The only reason these two are here is because of the meeting in that arcade last night.
After speaking so highly about these two wildcards..."
Usually calm and level headed, the DæMon who rarely seems on edge quickly turns around as she senses something....
[1 Nautical Mile South Of Nantucket, Vinland]
With SeiõrSnow falling around her, the second of the twin witches, MamMon DæMon, is standing on the calm Atlantic Ocean waters, her gold on gold SanguineSoulSeiõrShield glowing.
It is unclear what she is staring at towards the North, but whatever it is entertains the designer of magic Seiõr techniques.
MamMon DæMon: "Oh ho?
Well, I could sense the spike in SoulSeiõr an island away, but I didn’t realize this island had been evacuated by that young 2nd Generation months ago.
That changes everything then wouldn’t you agree..."
She seems to know someone has silently appeared behind her on the same lightly waving water.
MamMon DæMon: "...My subsequential little sister?"
Silently, having shown up out of thin air, the DæMon who was on another continent just 15 minutes earlier, is covered in a gold on red SanguineSoulSeiõrShield.
MamMon DæMon: "Why are you here Sigrdrifa?
From what I recall, it was agreed upon by us all, with the exception of one, that if Skalmönd’s final spell was a future reincarnation spell, we would allow each other a first come first serve, no interference pact.
I have a planned Holmgang against Skalmönd already."
AgaMeMnon DæMon: "You may refer to me as AgaMeMnon now, my avaricious of sister.
As for why I’ve arrived, it seems there is a ’quantum entanglement’ with the Æther and my imaginary friend from childhood.
The 2nd Generation fighting Skalmönd on that island has allowed an Æther native to take residency in her mind within this reality.
Since you already have two, and the rest of our sisters have started colluding with these questionable ’pinks’, I am going to be taking that 2nd Generation, along with Phæstis, back with me."
Slowly turning around, the 3rd Wave survivor looks across at the witch who survived the wave after her own.
MamMon DæMon: "...’Avaricious’ you say?
Hmm, it seems there has been a misunderstanding.
While you all were silently hating our mothers for attempting epigenetics, I was developing the very techniques that saved us from those wrenched, disgustingly embarrassing opportunists birth givers."
Still having her cloak hood up, covering her head, the 4th Wave DæMon puts her left hand behind her back, and the hand ever so slightly begins to shake as she responds overly proud.
Suddenly, this new DæMon’s SanguineSoulSeiõrShield switches to a three toned aura of gold, black, and red. Signaling this DæMon’s inner SoulSeiõr has completely changed.
AgaMeMnon DæMon: "By lying to those humans, you’re using Seiõr to indulge and placate to the plutocracies of your SanguineSeiõrSources.
This will only succeed if Seiõr is absent from the zeitgeist of most individuals in the world. The feeble will choose sides, gradually and unknowingly feeding the demagogues, but never being properly compensated for the actual value of their energy." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
MamMon DæMon(thinking): *She’s still preaching this crap more than 800 years later?
This is why the rest of us call you the ’Pedantic Preacher’.
And she won’t let me disappear until she’s done like the annoying brat she is.*
MamMon DæMon: "Since I know it will take an outrageously baroque amount of time for you get to your point, let me just say this for the first time in 8 centuries.
In this reality, there are those born with nothing and meant to have nothing forever.
Then there are those of us who are born to have the power, and to easily handle all those nothing having adversaries.
Without skills, talents, or abilities to change one’s surrounding reality, those ’nothings’ unknowingly produce the most vital natural energy. ’Hope’.
A miracle of salvation and sanguinity delivered by those of us with the aspirations to change reality for the greatest of all goods.
It’s not mistreatment of Seiõr or manipulation of a power source, when the ultimate goal is to maintain that sanguinity.
This is why I should be considered the strongest out of our surviving dynast.
All of us DæMon’s could easily benefit from my system, but you all can’t admit I’m right.
Just like none of you could admit if it wasn’t for me, we would probably have over thousands of sisters who had to go through the same Hell as us."
She begins walking away on the surface of the water and towards the 1v1 island theater with visible heat waves above it.
Without skipping a beat, and as if she is oblivious to the disinterest, the lecturing younger sister continues while following her older DæMon sister.
Without any warning, a great white attempts to chomp up on the trailing black cloak, but instead of jumping the shark, the witch perfectly stomps down on snout of the marine predator’s just as it breaches. Caving in the bone structure of the beast, instantly killing it.
AgaMeMnon DæMon: "If deliverance becomes the primary outsource for the universal energy, then the entire system should be destroyed and restarted.
If the mainstream nihilistic practice of Seiõr becomes such a force of greed, a monolithic, manipulative machine is conceived by those who do no recognize what truly exists around them."
MamMon rolls her eyes, shaking her head while the younger sister of pride continues.
A wider shot of the scene shows the two magically protected DæMon are approaching the 105mi² Cape Island as there is an active EF5 multi vortex tornado visible off the coast.
AgaMeMnon DæMon: "Even before our births, the people who are mutually acknowleded by Seiõr have always been met with hostility and witch-hunting.
The time for a new Genesis has emerged from these falling ashes of the apocalypse and we should teach this life saving energy to the masses of women before the men begin abusing their capabilities amongst the weakest left alive..."
The ominous outrageously large, dark funnel with multiple twisting, entangled vortices stretching to the dark clouds solely above the current theater for incredibly destructive, magical combat.
AgaMeMnon DæMon: "In these times, I have had the time to go through the ideology of our confused mothers.
For hundreds of years, we’ve had to separate ourselves from those threatened masses. The same male masses who wished for the annihilation of us ’witches’ will eat their crow.
During our time apart I have come to the conclusion that it was not the process in which our existence was created, being our birth sin...."
Stopping in her tracks, MamMon turns her torso to look directly at her ridiculous rambling sister.
AgaMeMnon DæMon: "...The poison in fact, was the process of suppressing our limits, and expecting us to kill the lives of girls we had befriended.
All under the strings of our pupper masters."
MamMon DæMon: "What the Hell are you prattling on about?
Stop speaking like you’re giving some sort of speech to an arena full of people.
Are you suggesting, after defeating Skalmönd again, we eradicate not only these aliens, but all the human men as well?"
AgaMeMnon DæMon(nods): "We know women are 80% more likely to be accepted and acknowledged by the all powerful universal energy.
The next milestone for intelligent life is becoming more superior than the obstacles around them, and reducing the weak to ash.
SanguineSeiõr from the patriarchy is an indulgence and a fuel for a proxy war on hypothetical unification.
Tragedies requiring the necessity for sanguinity would not be relevant due to an objective truth, the Y chromosome has been responsible for coercing 99.9% of the destructive atrocities throughout the history of these humans."
MamMon DæMon: "What about the Yin Vessel?
I know you’ve seen him through Nye-omnipotency, and I’ll tell you from first hand, our curse is more effective when you see him in person, using your own eyes and not the eyes of Seiõr."
AgaMeMnon DæMon: "Every civilization needs a figurehead seen as their leader in times of not only celebration, but hardship.
You and I both know he will fit the role perfectly besides myself."
MamMon DæMon: "Don’t let your ideological fragility show so early, Sigr-... ’AgaMeMnon’.
If you’re going to have a gender hierarchy, you can’t show a personal bias exception."
AgaMeMnon DæMon: "...’Fragile’?"
Giggles come from the shadow in the raised hood.
AgaMeMnon DæMon: "Just like how fragile your own ego was that day I surpassed those two weak explosions of yours?
You, the ’inventor of destructive techniques’, bettered by your little sis!"
MamMon DæMon: "You had ten times the amount of time to collect Seiõr for your recreational projects. While I stopped a country from self genocide before a final stand battle, and officially ended the same war I embarrassingly helped ignite."
