Shattering Humanity-Chapter 472: An Infamous (...and rather peculiar) 2nd Generation DæMon
"If your brother or sister is distressed because of what you eat, you are no longer acting in love. Do not by your eating destroy someone for whom Christ died.
Therefore do not let what you know is good be spoken of as evil. For the kingdom of God is not a matter of eating and drinking, but of righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit, because anyone who serves Christ in this way is pleasing to God and receives human approval.
Let us therefore make every effort to do what leads to peace and to mutual edification." - Romans 14:15-19
_
Just outside of the area once known as Hanabi City, now known as Erebus City under MamMon DæMon and her Erinyes Angel control, the woman who originally took control of the territory walks towards the reconstructed brick wall around the city.
Accompanied by her still bitter partner, Persephone, the DæMon blooded women walk in silence with the only noise being a whistling wind.
Once at the archway, the blonde stops and her blue eyes dart all around.
Persephone too feels a presence with her SeiõrSense but being more audible, she provides commentary for how her Aunt must feel as well.
Persephone: "Wha-
Who is that, and why can I feel their individual Seiõr spread out around the city?"
Not answering, MamMon lowers her hood off of her head and narrows her gaze.
MamMon DæMon: "Get back home to the General.
That is a direct order."
Unhappy with the command, the 2nd Generation DæMon swivels to look at her mentor/Aunt, but to her disappointment, the quickly disappearing witch has already vanished.
As anyone who knows her personality would predict, the investigative storyteller doesn’t listen to her and runs in the direction towards the closest of possible sources giving off enough of the universal energy to activate her magical senses.
...
Inside the same lively, rebuilding city at the base of the Sister Mountains, both Peyton and Jay walk through the shopping district.
Most of the newly opened shops and convenience stores turn on their lights as the sunlight begins fading.
Peyton: "Amazing...
The last time I was informed on this city, I was told it was empty and full of those monsters."
His new roommate, Jay chuckles at the comment, but then takes a moment to appreciate the ’normality’ again.
Jay: "Yea, I wouldn’t have thought I could walk freely again outside of those mountains."
The two look North over the skyline where the three large artificial domes rest in the distance.
Remembering why they were outside in the first place, both Jay and Peyton perk up.
Peyton: "Oh yea...where can I get some alcohol and are there any gambling spots?"
Flying in front of both the men’s faces, three red fireflies blink, and diverting their attention.
The weird, uniquely colored bug float together into an alley between two unrepaired buildings.
Peyton and Jay look at each other, then back at the alleyway.
Inside the same dark empty space, a lime green smoke trickles from the shadows.
With nobody else in the area around them, the two men cross the street, and cautiously approach the suspicious area.
The closer they get, there is a soft and calming woman’s humming, with pauses in between for distinguishable inhales and full lunged exhales.
Now able to smell the scent of the smoke, a slight euphoria comes over Peyton first, then Jay.
Jay: "Do you smell fresh apple pie?"
As if surprised by what his friend is describing, Peyton looks at him with a raised eyebrow.
Peyton: "What are you talking about?
That’s a barbecue. Grilled chicken and pork..."
Now confused by all of their senses, the curiosity is too much for the men and they peek around the corner.
Both men with alien symbiote eyes widen at the sight of more red fireflies periodically blinking in an arch form over someone.
Woman’s Voice: ".etanimullI"
Like a set of electrical lights, the 22 red lightning bugs shine bright enough to illuminate the area around the stranger.
From a set of black make-up covered lips, two hookah mouthpieces draw inward.
Attached to the woman’s shoulder, an albino koala rests in a deep sleep on its all black dressed perch.
On the other end of the hookah, attached to the shell of giant tortoise the mysterious individual is also riding.
An overwhelming puff of lime green smoke is expelled from the same lips and once it is clear, the full view of the curious sight is available.
Sitting on a large tortoise, with an albino koala on her shoulder, surrounded by red fireflies, is an unmatchably gorgeous woman in her mid-30s wearing a Gothic-styled short dress, dark legging fishnets, but no footwear. Her hair darker then the shadows, and covering her right eye, leaving a closed left eye exposed.
Resting on her C-cup chest, she has a necklace with a glowing green gem attached.
In the soft red lighting, her left pink rose eye opens and looks across at the pair of nosey men.
The breathy, tender voice that comes from the hookah smoker is somewhat enticing and the smoke producing the indistinguishable scent escapes her dark lips.
Gothic Woman: ".nemeltneg, emocleW
.em ynapmocca ,esaelP"
Making both Peyton and Jay jump in surprise, the sudden and unexpected clucking from a quiet chicken strutting by them.
Wearing an identical green gem necklace, the hen skips all the way to the beckoning woman and uses its mediocre wings to flap into her lap.
As she draws in from one of the mouthpieces, offering out the second to her guests, this new 2nd Generation DæMon extends her arm, covered in sparkling, black matching Gothic-style SilkSeiõrSleeves.
No longer trying to keep themselves concealed, Peyton and Jay stand in the opening to the alley. The man rescued from an ambushed Roronora City takes a step towards the woman and is immediately grabbed by his new pal.
Jay: "Aye what are you thinking, Bro?
That’s the most obviously set-up, if I’ve ever seen one."
Looking back with a confident smile, Peyton tries to reassure his roommate.
Peyton: "To be honest, I’ve never been the kind of person to shy away from an anomaly or abnormal situation. It’s my excuse for why I have this damn alien eye in the first place.
So if you want to head back home, I won’t blame you.
Haha, if I’m not back by the morning, you’ll know to tell that General and the Queen."
Peyton walks out of Jay’s grip and into the darkness towards the red lights.
Jay looks around, and spots only one unaware clerk sweeping their storefront at the most far corner of the shopping plaza on the other side of the street.
Reluctantly, the qualifying Squad 20 HFF soldier follows Peyton into the lime green haze.
Stopping just a few feet away Peyton looks at the curious sight in front of him. Still holding out the hookah offering, the gothic witch blows her large cloud of smoke in his direction.
Immediately bringing on a strong euphoria once again, Peyton is influenced into taking the ’peace pipe’ and puts his mouth to it.
After a quick hit, the sudden burning of his lungs make Peyton cough out the lime green smoke and he pounds his chest until the fit subsides. He hands back the smoking apparatus as Jay joins them.
Producing the same offering to the newest guest, she holds out the hookah for Jay to take.
Gothic Witch: "?emos tnaW"
The younger of the group declines with a head shake and watches Peyton take a few breaths of fresh air.
Peyton: "Who...
Who are you?"
Returning the two hookah nozels to each corner of her mouth, and without answering, the hospitable homeless host holds her hand in front of her chicken friend and both necklaces glow brightly. Soon, a pair of cards *POP* into her hand and the necklaces dim back to their resting illumination.
Gothic Witch: "?yalp annaW"
Jay: "I can’t understand her."
As if always knowing how to properly communicate with the woman, Peyton surprises his colleague.
Peyton: "?emag tahW"
Blissfully pleased to hear the man talk the same way as her, the beauty clasps her hands together and giggles.
Gothic Witch: "!hsiF oG"
Jay is completely confused while the slick, dark dressed dealer separates three hands of cards Peyton sheds light on the scene.
Peyton: "She’s speaking backwards.
Don’t kick yourself for not realizing it.
It is fairly easier to understand her if you could read what she’s saying, but when there’s only her dialogue, it’s just like listening to a old record backwards."
Jay: "Holy shit, no way!
How the Hell do you know how to speak like that too?"
Peyton: "I had imaginative younger brothers.
Being only a year older, I was easily influenced by their antics and we learned how to speak backwards.
Fortunately, there are a few techniques to speaking like this and she communicates in the only way I know."
He looks at the smiling woman now holding out 6 playing cards for him to take, which he does.
Peyton: "?eman ruoy s’tahw ,gniksa em dnim t’nod uoy fi ,mU"
As Jay also takes his offered cards, but doesn’t look at the hand. Instead he looks back and forth between whoever is speaking.
Baba Yaga: ".agaY abaB"
