Shattering Humanity-Chapter 141: The Backstory of Laban DaeMon & The Winner’s Demands
{800 years Before Leviathan’s Attack}
A beat up Laban DaeMon, without her face tattoos, falls to the ground. She has Madame Fryer, sheathed in her hand.
Shadows cover her and with one blackeye shut closed, she looks up at whoever she is being attacked by. She starts crying as she yells up at them.
Laban DaeMon: "I’m not a loser! l helped you kill Skalmönd, so why are you treating me like this?! I thought we were sisters sticking together against this shitty world?!
I’ll show all of you! If any of us are going to become the most feared, it’s gunna be me!"
A barefoot covered in golden Seiõr kicks the crying DaeMon in the jaw, knocking her out.
She wakes up, it is now night time.
She still has the legendary sword inside the golden sheath, in her clenched hand as she gets up.
From behind a tree, a slightly younger but always beautiful Zoram is spying on the beat up Laban. The badly beaten DaeMon senses someone watching her and turns quickly to catch the hiding Völva before she can hide.
Don Laban: "Come out, Völva! Or I’ll kill you here and now..."
The young Zoram creeps slowly out from her hiding spot.
Zoram: "Please, I did not agree with my sisters and the Valkyrie and their plan... I’m not the mother of any of your existences, so please don’t harm me."
Laban slowly sits up in pain and gives a Below Sanpaku stare at Zoram.
Don Laban: "Listen, I am supposed to kill you on sight, but since my bitch sisters wanted to turn their backs on me, I’ll let you live, if you heal me with that advanced Seiõr that I can sense from you."
Zoram creeps up cautiously and kneels down next to the horrifying being. The Völvas hands begin to glow with a neon green layer of Seiõr as she reaches to cover the black eye of her demander. As soon as the Norse ’witch’ covers the injured right eye of the half Völva, half Valkyrie, her left eye grows wide.
Zoram pulls her hand away, and the sparkling blue eye of the future Don of Roronora City is healed. She blinks, testing the effectiveness of the healing while Zoram fixes the rest of her cuts and bruises.
Laban DaeMon: "This Seiõr shit is amazing. If only my sisters didn’t force me to learn about it, I might have gotten more into learning how to control it."
She looks at the shaking scared hands of her healer and gives a deep breath.
Laban DaeMon: "Okay, if what you’re saying is the truth, and you aren’t part of my despicable existence, I’ll let you live.But only for healing my wounds and teaching me how to control this powerful energy. Maybe you can gain your freedom that way, or maybe I’ll see you as too valuable and fall in love, haha.
So why is it so easy for me to control the red, weakest form of Seiõr but my sisters can control different colors?"
Zoram is hesitant to answer but then Laban gives a good backhand slap to the healing Völva.
Tears form in the Völva’s beautiful eyes and she goes back to healing her new abuser.
Zoram: "Seiõr can only be ’given’ or ’taken’ from our world. A couple of minutes after being given ’natural Seiõr’ for the first time, no matter the amount, a mortal body will become exhausted beyond any point they have been in their life. When you are angry, your body is taking the Seiõr from our ’Mother Universe’, producing a red aura. However, when our Universal Mother gives us her energy, it’s from the hard work we’ve put in as her children, learning more about her or physically making the lives of our ’Brothers and Sisters of Seiõr’, easier. The hue of the energy can be any variety of her different beautiful colors based on their strength and effects."
Laban looks at the cliché bright green healing color of the Seiõr being used.
Zoram: "Or, and only when the Seiõr being given is a deep sad blue, the Mother of our Universe feels sad for her child using the Seiõr.
It’s not in a sign of pity, but a sign of a mother becoming as sad as her child she loves with all her heart. It’s not the most powerful of Seiõr, but it’s our Mother trying to give a little boost to her beloved offspring. Your birth parents may not love you the way you hoped, but I promise you, Mother Universe loves you as much as you love yourself and those around you."
{9 Years Before Leviathan’s Attack}
An actual Italian mob boss with a large lit cigar sits in his office. Two of his goons stand on the other side of the desk.
Mob Boss: "If what my gross, scumbag, rapist of a brother says is true, and we can invest in some "hidden land" within those mountains East of dah city, I’ll bite on dah offer and take 10%."
He throws two insanely stuffed envelopes full of the largest denomination of bills and both of his goons take one and leave.He presses a button on his phone for immediate communication.
Mob Boss: "Zolam! Tell my sweet little ’Bon-Bon’ that daddy is all done with business for the day."
A voice that can only be assumed as Zoram’s answers from the speaker of the personal phone.
Zoram: "She’s already on her way, Sir!...And sir, it’s been my pleasure to assist you this past decade, Don Rodrigo Borgia."
The additional statement makes the man raise an eyebrow but then there is an ominous little girl’s voice that startles the vulnerable older Mafia leader.
Little Laban: "Why do you help Uncle Casare stain the Borgia family name, father?"
From the dark corner of his office, two shining blue eyes in the darkness appear. A small 10 year old Laban DaeMon, wearing elegant clothes, jumps off her chair and walks towards her "father".
Mob Boss: "Oh sweetie, I- I didn’t see you there. How long have you been hiding from ’Papop’? And I’ve told you before, in this world, you’re either the ’Master’ who works, fights, and provides, or you’re a ’pet’ that depends on a ’Master’ to fight and provide for you."
The small socked feet of the 1,000+ year old little girl slides across the polished wood floor, a golden sheath falls behind her but the sounds of crackling flames can be heard.
Little Laban: "When I originally killed your new born baby girl and your wife after the delivery, I thought replacing myself as your dead child would give me an opportunity to see how you humans view family. Since we DaeMons were created out of spite of you insects, I figured there was a reason but now, seeing as how you still support your brother, even when he is a blemish on the Borgia family name, it makes me wonder why my sisters couldn’t do the same for me, even if I was the weakest link. Am I worse than a scumbag rapist?"
The child of the Mafia boss starts to glow with a blood red SeiõrShield and the grown man starts sweating in fear of the evil "child".
In order, a desperate yell from the man, then the wind of a blade slicing through air, followed by the sounds of tearing flesh and finished with blood splatter on the walls.
{Present Day}
The Don Laban slowly flutters her eyes open as the small private crowd continues to give Shelly a standing ovation.
Shelly puts her foot on the back of Don Laban’s neck and the winner sheathes her katana to her back with confidence.
Don Laban: "Just kill me Skalmönd. I don’t want to live anymore. I was given a taste of happiness and now... you took it away. I was created to be a weapon, my sisters and I hate each other, and now my own people won’t respect me."
Shelly doesn’t feel any pity.
Shelly: "Nah, I’m making you live, for now. The remaining people in the audience, I’m taking back with me and I dare you to bring that ass around Sanpaku for that get back. IF you want to continue holding that L."
The Don tries to struggle back up, with great failure. Shelly has her prey perfectly trapped, like a cat with its claw is the tail of a mouse.
Don Laban: "Hehe, that’s a very bad idea, Skalmönd. I hope you know, my plan will still go on if you walk outta here without my severed head. You and your boyfriend have already provided yourselves as threats to us alien eye users. Us DaeMons are perfect at persuading these scared humans into killing each other. I’ll be able to insight them all into seeing you as the true ’Devils’, and ’Icemen Sympathizers’. I will target your little Sanctuary. I know exactly where you sleep. You think your little boy toy will stay safe with me around every corner?"
Shelly’s eyes are closed and the foot pressing down on Laban’s neck begins to slightly glow with the golden pink SeiõrShield energy. Shelly’s soft calm voice perfectly contrasts to the threatening language.
She opens her blue eyes.
Shelly: "Like I said Laban, bring that ass around Sanpaku, if you want to continue hanging this fat L on your upper lip. And while you ’hide’ from me around every corner, I’ll be having fun, living my life with my friends and my new family that loves me. You should try it sometime, instead of worrying about how others think about you and pretending to be tough to gain respect."
With her beautiful glowing ancient energy around just her black right sneaker, she puts the toe of the leather shoe up to Laban’s temple like a barrel of gun. Laban starts sweating and doesn’t dare move.
Shelly: "Oh, and make sure you stock pile extra supplies and food for us every month. From what I’ve been told, Saku will be able to tell if you have poisoned any food or put any hidden bombs in any of the supplies. From now on, Roronora City is under the jurisdiction of Sanpaku. Good night, ’cuz’."
Shelly’s ’Mach 1’ level Seiõr coated sneaker seemingly lightly taps Laban on the temple and once again, the Don’s blue eye goes immediately white and her Eyelien freaks out in every direction as she gets knocked out again. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Shelly looks down at Laban’s tucked in gold chain and white sneakers, then down on her own shoes and smiles.
Shelly: "Sure, I don’t mind taking your ’hand-me-downs’, ’Big Cuz Laban’."
She takes off her own shoes and the unconscious Don’s big chain that matches Princess Rebekah’s.
As she finishes the footwear and jewelry transfer, she looks at the white shoes that aren’t brand new, after the fight, but still newer than the original busted up sneakers she was given while Saku was in Son Goku City.
She turns around and the small audience group split of both eye users and pets, men and women, of a variety of ages, who stayed behind, are standing outside the cage. They all get on either one knee or bow down on all fours.
Shelly blushes and looks at all the grateful soon to be, ex-Roronora City occupants.
Shelly: "You don’t have to do that you guys! Um, if one of you can tie her up for me, please. Let me make sure it’s clear, and I’ll have a way we can all get out of here, together."
A kneeling little boy spots a warm-up jump rope and runs towards it. Shelly smiles and unsheathes Madame Fryer, she runs across the court and as she reaches the cage she slices an opening and kicks the loose flame cut metal, heading for the same team entry way that Katsu ran into.
