Shattering Humanity-Chapter 319: Just Another Example of MamMon DæMon’s True Power(And Stephanie’s?)
"In the beginning, there were those who attained the Oneness;
Heaven, by attaining the Oneness became clear;
Earth, by attaining the Oneness became peaceful;
Spirit, by attaining the Oneness became divine;
True nature is like an empty valley, and by attaining the Oneness, It became fully productive.
All things, by attaining the Oneness became alive.
Emperors and nobilities, by attaining Oneness can bring peace and prosperity to the world.
All these are the results of achieving Oneness.
Heaven, without clarity would crack.
Earth, without peace would quake.
Spirit, without divinity would be powerless.
True nature, without productivity would result in exhaustion of life.
All things, without life essence would perish.
Emperors, without Oneness to exalt them to nobility, would stumble and fall.
Thus, honor is based on humbleness.
The high builds its foundation upon the low.
Therefore, the kings and nobles call themselves "the solitude," "the unworthy," and "the virtueless."
Is this not the reason why they base their honor upon humbleness?
Hence, the highly honored do not regard themselves as nobles and have no wish to be selfcentered to think nobly of themselves as a piece of jade nor to think lowly of others as a lump of stone."-Tao Te Ching Chapter 39
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Woman’s Voice: "Buzz! Buzz!
We have to go! Now!
Is there anywhere else, any sancturies left in this county we can go towards for safety?"
No audible answer is given, only one of the arms lifts up, pointing in a direction.
2nd Man’s Voice: "Ight, so that’s Southeast.
Damn.
Those crazy mothah fuckahs in those armored trucks have been on our asses for a few days now.
How can they keep finding us after we keep losing them so many times?"
...
Woman’s Voice: "Come on Buzz."
In the distance, honks fade in a long with multiple men hootin’ and hollerin’.
Shots are fired and one of the bullets hits off one of the Humvees.
More shots go off as the person on their knees gets up and with their supportive friend they get into their own armored vehicles.
They all take off.
[Outside Erebus City]
Standing next to her is Icythis, and like always, the tall physically chisled woman is smoking a cigarette.
She exhales a puff of smoke and holds out the fag within Isfet’s sight.
The kind gesture snaps Isfet out of her funk and she half smiles with a nod as she handles the exchange.
Isfet: "Thank you..."
The one eyed woman takes a drag while Icythis takes out her pack. She removes one of the last three cigarettes from the small box.
Icythis: "So that was your brother?"
Isfet nods her head with the cig in between her lips, adding a brightness to the lit cherry on the end.
Isfet(exhales): "He’s my brother in law, but I really do love him like a brother.
He met my sister almost 13 years ago and married her 10 years ago.
Because of my disability before acquiring this Eyelien, he would help my biological sister take care of me."
Icythis: "Damn, I only got two left, and I didn’t bring an extra pack with me..."
She stares over at MamMon, but Isfet pulls her pack out of her pocket.
Isfet: "Don’t worry..."
She trades the pack of two in Ichythis’ hand with hers. The two beautiful woman smile at each other as Isfet hands back the lit cigarette.
Behind them, Bethany is with Squad 1 but admiring the bonding between the two newcomers. The insatiably lustful woman has heart eyes while watching.
Bethany: "Awwww!
Isn’t it so sweet Stephyyy!"
Closing her lime green eyes, the young woman surprisingly gifted at Seiõr, softly chuckles.
Stephanie: "Yes it’s nice how they have become so close, so quickly."
A few steps away, Tristan is with MamMon and Nephilim.
Tristan: "General, why are we waiting outside the city?"
Instead of the General answering the curious young g soldier’s question, there is the sound of an explosion in the distance.
MamMon DæMon: "Hmph.
I don’t think perfect timing isn’t the proper term for this one."
Over the hill of the road into the hidden city, three Humvees appear.
One of them is swerving as if something was wrong in the driver’s seat and suddenly...
*BOOOOM!*
The out of control armored vehicle explodes behind the other two.
Tristan and Bethany quickly get in front of Stephanie as she peeks over their shoulders in fear.
Isfet and Ichythis both brace themselves for a fight.
While the leaders of the group, General Nephilim and the ever so powerful, MamMon DæMon, watch on the scene with straight faces.
That is, until the Scandinavian witch smirks at what only she knows.
MamMon DæMon(thinking): *It’s time.*
The two remaining active Humvees come to a sliding stop, only a few yards away from the Erinyes Group.
From one of the vehicles, two gorgeous women hop out wearing matching camo pants, faded green t shirts and combat boots.
One of them is a smaller, petite woman, with a tattoo of a curled up sleeping fox on her thin right arm.
Her color scheme is black/teal hair, and in her left eye is a lime green human eye, similar to Stephanie’s.
In the emotionally distraught woman’s right eye, is an IceEye.
Her human ocular sensor flowing with angry tears, and her symbiote dropping frustrated snowflakes.
The second woman is tall and fully volumptuous, but also a physically gifted woman in her mid 30’s.
Short, curly, dark maroon hair, with a backwards baseball cap over it.
In her pissed off eye are two gorgeous, crystal purple ocular sensors.
On her hands are fingerless gloves that go with the matching uniform she has on.
She too has a tattoo of curled up sleeping fox on her thick right arm.
From the other surviving vehicle, steps out a tall physically built, dark skinned man wearing a matching uniform to the other two. He has a shaved head, a cleanly shaved face, with two aggressive, brown human eyes.
Tattooed on the man’s right arm, he has a sleeping fox curled up, poking out of his tight fitted tshirt sleeve.
The petite girl starts crying out of frustration and hits the armored truck with the side of her fist.
Petite Girl: "I HATE EM! I HATE EM! I FUCKING HATE THEEEEEEEEEEEEEM!"
Volumptuous Woman: "BUZZ! BUZZ!
YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN!"
She looks over at the Erinyes group standing in front of what seems to be just an empty field.
Her tired, defeated eyes scan the entire row of individuals, finishing with a smirking MamMon DæMon.
Volumptuous Woman: "Are you with them?!"
Tristan: "With who?!"
Bethany: "Yea, who are you guys?!"
Over the same hill the Humvees appeared from, the chasing trucks of hillbillies and hicks, hootin’ and hollerin’ out their windows, shooting their guns, exposes themselves.
The military man of the group looks at the General of the area and the two men lock human eyes.
Military Man: "Are you friendly?"
Nephilim: "It depends.
Do you believe the current actions of those approaching men are appropriate for a peaceful new world?"
Before the other man can answer, few of the aggressors fire their weapons towards both groups.
The bullets hitting the parked vehicles and MamMon waves her open right palm out, covered in a glowing crystal purple Seiõr. A large sheet of Seiõr(a SeiõrSheet) protects everyone, including the Humvees, and the fired projectiles carelessly bounce off or fall in front of the wall of Seiõr.
The three trucks stop, and to the middle, most largest truck of them all, the passenger side door opens up.
Out step a large, rootin’ tootin’ cowboy smoking and puffing on a big ol’ cigar.
The man is wearing a ten gallon hat, boots to the shins with spurs attached, and the bushiest mustache of the bunch.
He’s got a navy blue left eye, and an IceEye in the right. The symbiote is in it’s 2nd Stage, releasing a familiar smokey aura.
Without a word, the man closes his eyes and as soon as he opens them, something fires out from his right eye.
The wall of Seiõr protecting the two groups disappears and MamMon immediately appears to catch the mysterious projectile.
With her hand covered in the same purple Seiõr, a "bubble" of the equally mysterious energy surrounds the DæMon’s clenched hand.
After a few seconds of her examining her closed fist through the translucent energy, there is a muffled explosion and a thick cloud of grey smoke engulfs the inside of the Seiõr made bubble.
MamMon DæMon: "Explosive-Eye... Interesting...
These aliens never cease to amaze me with their use of Seiõr contorted towards their host’s interests previously before apocalyptic life."
From behind everyone, Stephanie’s lime green eyes are dead locked, straight ahead.
Inside her own head, the whispers of multiple people can only be translated by the young woman in a trance.
From inside the vehicle, a man in the driver’s seat chugs from his XXX jug and smiles.
Suddenly, he too hears whispers.
Driver: "What the-?"
From inside the closed windowed front seat, the man’s head explodes and splatters the entire inside of the car, making the two men in the back freak out until their heads too, pop like pimples.
In the truck full of drunkards, blasting music, to the right of the middlest cowboy, only one of them witnesses what happens over the bed of the middle truck on the other side.
The wasted man rubs his eyes. The giggling stops and the sound of *POPS* happen around him.
It isn’t until the man gets splatted with blood from the passenger side of his own vehicle he realizes what’s going on...but it’s too late.
That remaining man tries to get out of the car in a panic but *POP* and his hand releases the handle lifelessly.
