Shattering Humanity-Chapter 322: A Protective Killer

"By his power God raised the Lord from the dead, and he will raise us also.

Do you not know that your bodies are members of Christ himself? Shall I then take the members of Christ and unite them with a prostitute? Never!

Do you not know that he who unites himself with a prostitute is one with her in body? For it is said, "The two will become one flesh."

But whoever is united with the Lord is one with him in spirit.

Flee from sexual immorality. All other sins a person commits are outside the body, but whoever sins sexually, sins against their own body.

Do you not know that your bodies are vessels of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were ’bought’ at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies." -1 Corinthians 6:14-20

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[South Pole, Current Day]

Without any footprints left behind but leaving the crunching sound of snow under their feet, the cloaked escapee wearing the polar bear pelt, walks by the confused animal.

Not paying much attention, ignoring the relocated fox, little distance is gained before the savior stops.

Behind them, following the mysterious biped, is the friendly fox. He is sitting down in the snow, waiting for the leader to make a move. The creature’s cute poofy tail swaying back and forth.

Without any acknowledgment towards the new following companion, the person in the archaeopteris cloak continues walking the frozen tundra.

The only footprints left behind are the small bean toed indents made by the "shadowing" new partner/pet.

A beautiful dark night sky is lit up by the red and pink Aurora Australis.

Complimentary SeiõrSnow falls all around as the mysterious individual covered in a cloak with archaeopteris tree patterns. Also having a polar bear pelt draped over their hood wearing head.

Lightly prancing and following behind the confusing being, is the same artic fox that had been transported from the North Pole after being saved from another cloaked, but shady figure.

The little fox is seemingly playful with the unknown individual now that it is feeling more comfortable and safe. The little fella hops on to a snow bank and then bounces off the walking "bear", back on the tall pile of snow next to the water.

The cute fox steps next to the edge of the water and watches a small iceberg follow a larger one through the freezing waters.

Unknowing to the small out of place creature, something is coming up from the water, with the vulnerable fox in it’s sights.

Before the leopard seal can snatch the little white fox by the head, a left hand snatches the small creature by the back of the neck and a right hand goes through the head of the poor leopard seal just trying to get some food.

The right hand comes back, exiting through the head with a squish, and the lifeless body of the dead creature floats to the bottom of the cold ocean.

Being held by the scruff of it’s neck, like a Mama would to it’s babies, the confused artic fox dangles in the air.

It is carefully placed back down on it’s four paws and the person in the archaeopteris cloak begins to walk away.

Once again, the saved little foxy struts behind it’s savior until both of them stop.

Cherry Blossom Cloak: "That animal... It’s sick isn’t it."

From behind the two wanderers, the voice of a male and a female but from the same throat, comes from the shadows of the hood.

Cherry Blossom Cloak: "That’s why you are giving it a safety net until it’s inevitably, are you not?

Why do you believe you are doing this?

What purpose does it serve you to continuously save this creature you can’t even procreate with?"

Without an answer, the archaeopteris cloak and winter white fox begin to slowly walk away.

Once again, there is a sudden wave of snow that appears to attack the retreating pair, but as the wall crashes down, nothing comes up.

The DæMon in the Cherry Blossom Cloak releases yet another snicker while standing alone.

Cherry Blossom Cloak: "She’s not one of us, yet she is...

Interesting...

Soooo erotically interesting..."

[Darién Gap Jungle, Panama Current Day]

SeiõrSnow falls even in the hot, humid jungles of Columbia/Panama.

Now completely out of place, in the open, within the most dangerous jungle in the world, the Arctic fox is in the bright green luscious jungle.

The sounds and sights are so foreign to the wild animal, they frighten him. He seeks refuge under the cloak to the one animal that has saved him on multiple occasions now.

The cute individual shivers and shakes as it peeks out from underneath the cloak.

Two soft hands grab the scared little guy, one still stained with blood, and adds a new color to the little white and black swirl tailed fox.

The two hands place the creature on top of the pelted bear’s skull and the fox takes a minute to find it’s most comfortable spot and lays, paws out, until it’s napping on the head of the "polar bear" wading through the inhospitable jungle.

The squawking of birds and howling of monkeys echoes throughout the neverending sea of green.

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[Outside Erebus City]

MamMon DæMon: "So, you... ’Buzz’ was it?"

The smaller, petite girl known as Buzz turns around and wipes tears away with her forearm.

Buzz: "What do you want?

Are you gunna help us or not?

What happened to Roronora City while I was gone?"

The DæMon chuckles at the unfamiliar attitude given towards her, but she lets it slide for the time being.

MamMon DæMon: "I assure you, the situation is currently resolving itself, but first let me ask, you once allies with my little sister, ’Laban’, am I correct?

It was also you who created those weapons called ’SunSwords’ and their holsters."

Buzz: "Wait, how do you...

H-How do you...?"

MamMon DæMon: "Like I said dear, I am Laban’s older sister.

However, unlike her, I don’t need one of those alien eyes to know everything about you, where you’ve come from, and what you’ve done."

MamMon speaks to Isfet without looking at her.

MamMon DæMon: "We’ll be able to get acquainted with each other more, later on, but for the time being...Isfet, my dear..."

The gorgeous one eyed woman stiffens up and sweats while looking at her new leader.

Isfet: "Ye-Yes?"

MamMon DæMon: "It seems this nuisance of a cowboy doesn’t know about Seiõr.

With your ability, could you please send him to the beaches, north of my forest?"

Isfet carefully nods and actives her Eyelien to it’s 2nd Stage, a purple aura.

She looks over and focuses on the man with advanced AIG.

Once he notices her activated symbiote, the confident snicker leaves his expression. He charges at the group but as soon as he gets close, *POP* he and his weaponry disappear out of the Erinyes group’s sights.

Military Man: "What the Hell?!

Where did you go?!"

MamMon DæMon: "Worry not, Lieutenant.

All is settled.

If you can trust us, we would like to accompany you inside."

The apparent Lieutenant surprised.

Lieutenant: "How do you know my rank?"

He turns and sees that the windshields inside the cars almost 50 yards away, are all splattered with red and because some of the window were open has splattered to the outside as well.

Lieutenant: "Wh-What the hell happened?"

MamMon looks over at Stephanie still trying to understand herself what was going on.

MamMon DæMon: "It seems, one of my strongest soldiers is triggered by fear."

Everyone from Squad 1 quickly turns their heads.

Tristan: "What does that mean?!

Is Stephanie capable of accidentally killing people who scare her now?!"

Behind him, guilty looking Stephanie fights back tears while her purpose shouts for her sake.

MamMon DæMon: "Perhaps that could happen, if she wasn’t careful enough.

It all depends on whether or not she can contain all the Seiõr that has accepted her."

Everyone’s eyes now shift over to the alleged out of control Seiõr user. She is looking at the ground with the most guilty look on her face.

MamMon DæMon: "As of now, Seiõr itself is acting as a defense mechanism for our Sanguine Savior.

Like an overprotective, but enraged pitbull without a collar, whatever is causing our poor Stephanie fear, is the direct target.

Unless the target can too, hold as much Seiõr as she can, their minds will quite literally ’explode’."

Tristan looks at Stephanie and grabs her hand.

Tristan: "Stephanie...

Don’t worry, everything is going to be okay, you hear me?"

Stephanie softly nods, unable to look her love in the eyes, knowing what the inside of the trucks look like.

MamMon DæMon: "Until Stephanie can put a leash on that beast within her, Seiõr will continue to defend her, whether she wants it to or not.

Almost like what Skalmönd is to the Yang Vessel, but his leash on her is unbreakable."

Tristan immediately thinks about Shelly and how she does everything at Katsu’s whim.