Shattering Humanity-Chapter 111: THE Don Laban DaeMon

As the two groups walk through the city, the more area they cover, the more non-IceEye users are leashed as pets. Nephilim is still visibly mad and Silpheed is walking by the General’s side, looking up at him with their left red eye.

Silpheed: "Nef-e-uh-um Zr, ah- uu- ooh- gae?"

Nephilim is whispering to his number 2.

Nephilim: "Even the eye users aren’t happy here, Silph. As messed up as my opinion and views on enslavement may be, I do think it encourages laziness for the oppressor and creates hate between the two or more parties, long after it’s abolished. These people who have IceEyes don’t want this either. The people who have allowed themselves to be treated like dogs were rescued by a ’God’. The ones who rescued them from the immoral treatment and labor someone else with an IceEye might have done. Those who are supposed to be the ’higher humans’, are forced to treat them as lesser beings or they will get punished too.It’s one thing to throw human bodies at a problem until advancement for the majority happens, but in the end, whose utopia is this actually?"

Male Voice: "YOU STUPID BITCH!"

A slap can be heard and the ’Nephilim party of four’ stops. They already have an idea of what the commotion is before they turn.

Nephilim has stopped but doesn’t turn to see a man with an IceEye standing over a cowering young woman, no younger than 18. She has cuts on her hands. Her left cheek has a clear red hand print. She is in tears holding her hands up to protect herself.

Aggressive Man: "Step on the back of my shoe again, and I swear to God, I will enter you in that death match and get a new pet after watching that monster tear you apart!"

Young Woman: "I’m sorry!"

Aggressive Man: "You’re sorry...WHAT?!"

Young Woman: "I’m sorry Ma-ha-sterherher!"

Tristan and Bethany begin to walk over and stop the unnecessary violence. Zoram, with her eyes in tears, has also stopped, interrupts their attempt and they stop at the start of her sentence.

Zoram: "I have to warn you two, we have a law here, if you interfere with someone who is treating their property to their own discretion and without a price, you can be jailed/exiled. If reported or ’observed’ by the Don Laban Daemon."

Nephilim’s eyes narrow hearing the word ’observe’ and thinks to himself.

Nephilim: *’Observe’? Is that a Mafia term that means there are surveillance eyes on us? Or an ability? These eye abilities are so obscure and without any consistency, that guessing what the Don’s ability is will be tough if she doesn’t end up telling me.*

Bethany: "How is that ethical?!"

Tristan: "What? That’s insane?!"

Nephilim: "Tristan. Bethany, relax! Don’t be insensitive to other people’s cultures. In actuality this is more or less what we’ve done with Daisuki and his group.’How much is your life worth?’ If I say you’re only worth X amount, prove to me why you’re actually worth X². At least these people get this type of protection and small sense of normalcy, instead of what your friend gets to live in. What he gets stronger in."

Zoram: "The Don Laban Daemon has requested I get you all to her as soon as possible after your landing, please follow me this way or she will ’start watching us’."

Nephilim’s eyes widen and thinks to himself again.

Nephilim: *She hinted at it again! Is she dancing around the phrasing of something?!*

They finally approach the tall building that has only 60% remaining and enter.

The lobby is clean and there is a young janitor with a right IceEye, slacking off listening to music with headphones and a male receptionist with a right IceEye is reading a lewd magazine.

Male Receptionist: "Ohh, this one was released on ’Paraplegic Week’. That’s kinda cute I guess."

oth notice the wife of the Don. In fright, they quickly stop what they are doing, stand up straight, and bow.

Both: "Welcome back, Lady Zoram!"

The beautiful woman raises her hand to them and smiles.

Zoram: "Please, both of you don’t need to have such a reaction to me. I wish to not make others feel like that."

Nephilim is listening with a stern expression, trying to find any clues in her words.The janitor and receptionist press two different elevator call buttons and two of the lift’s doors open. Zoram looks at the ’Nephilim Party’ and one of the men in suits walks towards them.

Zoram: "Since we don’t want too much weight on one individual elevator, my assistant, Melvin will have to go with you, making it necessary for one of you to come with me and my other associate, Winston.

Nephilim: "I will. Tristan, make sure Bethany doesn’t try anything that could get us in trouble."

Bethany leans closer to the man in a suit with a gun, behind her.

Bethany: "I won’t have to ’try’ anything, if you just tell me what you want me to do for you, Mr. Businessman."

A hand grabs the hood of the ’Bethany 1’ sweatshirt and throws her into the elevator. Tristan, the culprit, walks in 2nd.

Everyone enters their respective elevator and the doors close. Within the elevator with Neph, Zoram and her assistant there is a silence but Nephilim ends it quickly.

Nephilim: "Madame Zoram, it seems like you and your wife have created quite a successful start to humanity’s restart, you should be proud. You’ve essentially built your own ’Heaven within Hell’."

Nephilim watches the woman’s body language. She tightens her fist and her jaw muscles clench. She doesn’t respond and Nephilim takes that as a sign to not talk anymore. The lift *DINGS* and the doors open both sides exit and another man with sunglasses but a green tie and a rifle, is at the gold door across from them. The two with purple ties nod to the door man at the same time and he opens the golden door.

From inside there is rap music playing, smoke in the air, and the sound of multiple people eating and laughing.

The sounds of utensils on plates, bottoms of cups hitting the wooden tables, and people getting the lyrics wrong are polluting the old "conference room".

The group walks in to see there are men and women, all with right IceEyes. Seeing that it’s Zoram and Nephilim’s group, they all quiet down. The loud music is still playing and from the end of the large room, a woman with a thick New Yorker accent can be heard.

Don Laban: "Aye, yo! Cut that shit, B! My girls here! Goddamn!"

DJ: "Sorry, Mother Don Laban!"

The music goes all the way down.

Don Laban: "Not all the way, idiot! We need some background noise, duh fuck?!"

Nephilim, Tristan, Silpheed, and Bethany all enter and look across the room of 12 thugs and urban gangsters. All different races, nothing like the ethnic exclusiveness of the original ’Mafia’ gangsters.However at the head of the table on the other end, a tall 21 year old, fit woman with a backward fitted hat, on top of her long straight black hair.

An open red and white varsity jacket with a white tee and a ridiculous amount of gold chains around her neck. She has an azule blue left eye, her left cheek is covered in small tear drop tattoos, all different colors, with the color pattern making a rainbow of tears. When she blinks it exposes a cloud tatted over the left eye lid.

Her right, an IceEye in 2nd Stage, with a grey aura. She has more food in front of her than anyone else, even the men at the table. After taking another bite of food she looks up at the visitors, then her wife.The Don talks with food in her mouth.

Don Laban: "Tanksh, Baee.*swallows food* Looove youuu!"

The wife of the Don looks down at the ground with a frown.

Zoram: "I-I love you too, Honey."

Tristan, knowing what a sincere ’I love you too’ sounds like, begins getting what Nephilim already started piecing together. Don Laban moves a plate of spaghetti in front of her and twirls her fork in it. She looks up at Nephilim.

Don Laban: "So what’s good? What we gettin’ into?"

She takes a bite. Nephilim steps up and slightly bows to the Don.

Nephilim: "Good afternoon, Mot-"

Before the General can get one full sentence out, the Don rudely interrupts him by spitting her food back out with a disgusted face.

Don Laban: "AKCKK! Aye! Who. Da FUCK. Made my pasta sauce without any sugar?! Mad disrespectful to my culture and shit!"

She looks at Nephilim without apologizing and starts eating steak from a different plate, waiting for Nephilim to restart. Nephilim professionally brushes off the disrespect and continues.

Nephilim: "Don Laban, I hope I didn’t bother you during your lunch but-"

Don Laban: "Well you did, if you really wanna know."

Tristan’s fist tightens from the obnoxious disrespect. Her goons are snickering and chuckling at their leader getting away with it too. Nephilim however doesn’t fall for the trap of the ’words meant to anger him’.

Nephilim: "And for that, I apologize, Madame. My name is Nephilim, and I am the General of the Three Sister Mountains."

The entire room laughs, excluding the visitors and Zoram. Some are pounding the table, one of them falls backwards in their chair making them laugh harder. Tristan’s closed hand is trembling and Silpheed’s gloved hand holds Tristan’s shaking fist. He looks at Silpheed and he accidentally EyeEngages with the mysterious individual.

Don Laban: "Hahaha! Holy shit, that means, they actually made someone else their new General and sent him here with protection after the last one left by himself and didn’t return! Hahahaha!"

The room of thugs continues laughing.One of the ignorant members with his face covered in tattoos and a nose ring, chimes in.

Nose ring: "Aye, Mother Laban, your uncle def didn’t tell this ugly ass dude what happened to the last ugly ass dude that strolled in on our set."

With her IceEye in 2nd Stage, Don Laban EyeEngages with Nephilim and smiles as the grey aura grows larger.

Don Laban: "Yea, I guess he didn’t get the chance to tell them. I wonder why?"

Nephilim smiles back at the cocky woman with a slightly tilted head.

Nephilim: "Probably cuz I killed him? *shrugs* That may be the reason why."