Shattering Humanity-Chapter 281: A Flip Of The Bravery & Stupidity Coin
"Dear friends, do not be surprised at the fiery ordeal that has come on you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice since you participate in the sufferings of Christ, so that you may be overjoyed when his glory is revealed." -1 Peter 4:12-13
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Nervous Laban audibly swallows her spit and Drakania looks over at the Old Norse born woman, who was once feared throughout the post apocalyptic Roronora City.
Jormungand’s older sister then looks at the red and blue heart eyed older sister to Laban, comedically trying to get her hands on the disturbed and annoyed Yin Vessel.
Drakania (thinking): *Is...Is that little girl really so terrifying and twisted, that even Laban is frozen in fear of her?*
Almost, in a way of answering the mythology expert’s thought, L’Orient verbally expresses her emotions out loud for everyone around to hear.
Her little hand, nails painted red and blue, reaches out, barely curessing under the chin of a completely uncomfortable and weirded out Saku.
Saku: "Don’t- Don’t touch me..."
With puppy love in her heterochromic eyes, the DæMon uses her enticing voice, and tries to swoon the man she just saw in person for the first time today.
L’Orient DæMon: "Mon amour.
I didn’t realize your perfection upon seeing you in person, would ignite my womanly desires that I’ve been ignorant of my entire existence.
Please, strip me of this confining cloak, feel my breath all over your body, and breed me like the wild beasts we were meant to be.
Uncaring of all other living creatures and the equally disgustingly beautiful world that surrounds the two of us.
Fill me up until we are both completely satisfied in our desires. Breathing heavily, and falling asleep while looking at the night sky in each other’s arms.
Please, I beg of you from my trembling womanhood, mi amore...make
...me... yours."
Everyone who hears the ridiculous and lust filled proposal is either cringing, blushing, or dumbfounded, looking at each other confused.
Completely red Drakania has her shaking hands covering the confused Jormungand’s ears.
Drakania(thinking): *She’s a monster!*
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Dom: "Whhhaaat did that child just say to you, Captain?"
Squirming in a pissed off Saku’s tight grasp, her legs kicking as if attempting to run on air, L’Orient is trying to get closer to her cursed lover.
She has kissy lips and her eyes are now closed, awaiting for her new purpose.
The unfortunate Yin Vessel cranks his neck back, trying to get his face as far away as possible.
Itsuka is absolutely stunned and looks at a shook Laban.
The youngest DaeMon is quiet and keeping her gaze away from the scene.
Itsuka: "What is her problem?
And what is yours?
If anyone else in this world said that to him, or was trying to smother him, you would be threatening their entire livelihood.
Does the sight of your little big sister scare you so much you’re willing to give her the love of your life?"
Laban sucks her teeth while listening to the rivaling General of Love’s criticism.
Her blue eye and symbiote look over at annoyed Saku trying to fend off both the worrying, not understanding Xaaydagaay with his leg and holding out a love struck L’Orient DæMon so she can’t cling to his face again.
Itsuka: "I never thought I’d see the day you would actually shrink in fear when it comes to proving your love for my ’Saki’."
The taller, taunting woman snickers while Laban clenches her teeth and fist, her nose twitches in her livid expression.
Laban DaeMon: "Oh yea?
If you think I’m acting soft right now for knowing my older sister’s true heat, go ahead.
I want to see you go over there and try to stop her yourself, Amazonian.
It’s a win in my book.
Once you’re dead, I’ll just have to wait for Skalmönd to hopefully defeat her, and then I’ll have my Saki all to myself.
Well after I turn that stupid bitch piss whale into sushi...
Dumb stupid fish bitch."
Itsuka scans the ex-Don and then the physically fit, top tier Völva descendant makes her way over, not afraid of anyone trying to take away her purpose.
A few yards away, Itsuka starts her interjection to the love scrum happening.
Itsuka: "Hey!
I don’t know who the Hell you think you are, and you might have your baby sister shitting herself in your presence, but I swear, if you don’t-"
The approaching Izanami Vice Captain stops voicing out her threat and she freezes in place for some reason.
Something suddenly cuts her right cheek, underneath her broken heart tattoo, and a spurt of blood flies from the fresh wound.
The confused, tanned skinned young woman puts a hand to her injury and sees the streak of blood in her palm.
Itsuka: "What the-"
Her eyes widen and suddenly a new small slash appears in her shoulder.
This time, Itsuka flinches and puts pressure on the curious bleeding slice in her beautiful flesh and Squad 20/Izanami sweatshirt.
She looks over and in the equally surprised Saku’s outstretched hands, a Below Sanpaku having L’Orient’s hand is covered in a light purple coating of Seiõr, her small pointer and middle fingers are the only two fingers up, pressed together.
L’Orient DæMon: "Oh, I know exactly who you are, Spawn of Iôunn.
I also know it was your mother who taught Skalmönd that final SeiõrSpell she launched.
Right before her death.
The fact the passed down life from the two of them found each other, means Seiõr is most likely interfering with the both of your lives.
But why?"
Being as tough as nails, bricks, and every other heavy duty building material combined, Itsuka stares down the witch who is the culprit of cutting her from over 12 yards away, and takes another step.
L’Orient DæMon: "And you know what, I don’t want to find out why.
So instead of giving Seiõr another chance to interfere again, I’ll just kill you now."
Itsuka continues her march.
Saku attempts to activate his Anjell Eye, but the pain prevents him from doing so.
Saku: "Itsuka!
Stop!
Don’t get any closer or she might actually kill you!"
She doesn’t halt however.
With blood now seeping from her shoulder wound, through her fingers, Itsuka keeps stepping forward.
Behind her, Laban is watching, half amazed, but quickly gets envious.
Laban DaeMon(to herself): "Pfft, whatever.
Bravery and stupidity are two sides of the same coin.
It’s only considered ’brave’ if the person dumb enough to flip the coin gets lucky."
Now with only seven yards separating them, L’Orient snickers before delivering her final blow to Itsuka.
The desperate Izanami captain turns his head to L’Orient, ’hoping for some kind of miracle to rescue him from his state’.
Saku: "Fine!
I’ll go away with you to wherever you want!
Just let Itsuka live, please!"
L’Orient DæMon: "Tsk, tsk, tsk.
I’m sorry, my love, mi amore, but if you are to truly be my version of ’Joséphine’, I must learn from my predecessor’s mistakes."
She swipes once at the air with her Seiõr covered hand.
Saku: "No!"
*Darkness*
*SLASH!*
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[Bordering Wall to Erebus City]
Walking into the Icemen free, rebuilding city, MamMon leads the way for the group and General Nephilim follows a step behind.
A few citizens wave and give the most respected man within Erinyes territory a "good morning".
The kind natured man gives everyone a smile and wave back.
Ichythis is smoking a new cig and takes it out of her lips to speak to Bethany next to her.
Ichythis: "That General of yours is very popular around here, huh?"
Bethany looks forward, at the back of the man in question. She nods with a smile.
Bethany: "Yea, because of him and MamMon, the three selfish, money dependent scumbags who abused their monetary power met their appropriate fate. Just like that nutjob who was running your old sanctuary.
The innocent people who saw the Sister Mountains as their family’s only source of protection, were taken advantage of. Madame MamMon and General Nephilim got rid of all three of those douchebags.
I think the General’s was less planned out, but..."
The green and black haired lecher shrugs as the ending to her sentence.
Isfet also listening, looks at Nephilim as he is smiling and waving in response to yet another acknowledgement from a group of citizens.
Isfet: "The people who wanted to see the sky again, must see them both as saviors."
With her only ocular sensor, from Isfet’s perspective, she looks up at the always grey sky.
Next to her, Ichythis watches her exhaled smoke float up to the bright blue sky. She then looks at the blood stained orange cloth wrapped around her toned right bicep.
Ichythis: "...’Saviors’, huh?"
Nephilim: "So you were saying earlier that you will have to leave for a bit?"
MamMon has her hood up and through gritting teeth, she responds to the questioning General.
MamMon DæMon: "Yes...
Unfortunately, my older sister is breaking our respected code and there will be something I’ll need to address for a few minutes.
If you would be so kind as to lead the rest of the group to the city’s center while I take to my family duties."
