Shattering Humanity-Chapter 334: An Ever Growing Safe With The Only Written Code Locked Inside
"Who has raised from the east one who is just and called him to be in his service?
He hands nations over to him and subjects kings to him; his sword reduces them to dust, his bow to driven straw.
He pursues them, passing on unscathed, hardly touching the path with his feet.
Whose work is this?
Who has brought it about?
He who called the generations from the beginning,"I, Adonai, am the first; and I am the same with those who are last."
The coastlands have seen and became afraid. The ends of the earth have trembled.They have approached, and now they have come.
Every one helps his fellow workman, everyone says to his brother, "Be strong!"
The woodworker encourages the goldsmith, the polisher encourages the hammerer; he says of the soldering, "Yes, that’s good," then puts nails in [the idol] to keep it from moving.
"But you, Isra’el, my servant; Ya’akov, whom I have chosen, descendants of Avraham my friend, I have taken you from the ends of the earth, summoned you from its most distant parts and said to you, ’You are my servant’ —I have chosen you, not rejected you.
Don’t be afraid, for I am with you; don’t be distressed, for I am your God. I give you strength, I give you help, I support you with my victorious right hand.
All those who were angry with you will be disgraced, put to shame; those who fought against you will be destroyed, brought to nothing.
You will seek them but not find them, those who contended with you; yes, those who made war with you will be brought to nothing, nothing at all.
For I, Adonai, your God, say to you, as I hold your right hand,’Have no fear; I will help you." -Yesha’yahu 40:2-13
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[Erebus City Arcade]
Nomad: "From what she’s explained to me, it allows her to figure out what is wrong with a vehicle or vessel.
In the engineering industry, finding out what the problem is with the mechanism can be the most difficult and time consuming part, but with Buzz’s ability, all she needs to do is look at the problemed ’thing’ and BOOM she knows what is wrong with it and how to fix it.
...Even the human vessel..."
...
MamMon DæMon: "...We are all just ’bags of meat’ for something within us all that gives each being something we call ’life’.
The eye ability of which your niece has obtained is not only useful physically but also spiritually.
...You see, our brains are the ’creators’, the ’Fathers’ if you will, of ideas, theories, ideology, and processing the information our outside sensors pick up.
Without this, we wouldn’t have any idea how to survive, or how to make survival more assured."
She then points back to her sternum once more.
MamMon DæMon: "But without our spirit, we wouldn’t have a reason to want to live, and usually..."
She finishes her connotation by poking both of her shoulders once.
MamMon DæMon: "... It is usually the people beside you who play the most influential rolls in the development and shaping of an individual’s mind and heart."
Nephilim can only sit there appearing to keep his light composure, but his inner self is stunned by the breakdown to one of the most prolific prayer motions of all time.
Nephilim(thinking): *This woman...is definitely dangerous.* 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
He relaxes and smiles while taking a deep breath.
Nephilim: "So, Wilson.
Ms. Nomad..."
The two escaped soldiers look across the table at the active Erinyes General.
Nephilim: "If you could please, give us the details as to where you’re all specifically escaping from and why those men were chasing you down?
Queen MamMon here may have her amazing Nye-omnipotent knowledge, but I am just a normal human like you..."
MamMon’s blue eyes quickly shift over to look at the humble man with red eyes sitting next to her. The same color of bright crimson as the left eye of Silpheed as well as the right eye of her older sister.
She focuses on the General’s remaining red left eye.
MamMon DæMon(thinking): *Is he truly ignorant of ’his own people’?
His past shows of nobody truly explaining to him the gift he possesses.
Not only that, but also about the overall danger with having a male of his kind.
Figures, no man with red eyes has been recorded to utilize their special powers within the past few hundreds of years.
There is still plenty of time for me to coerce and guide the two males that I already have an alliance with towards their fated destiny.
But how do they turn into giants?"
MamMon brushes off the coincidental comment and a smile grows in her beautiful face.
While the Scandinavian witch is calculating her plan and secrets in her own head, Nephilim finishes his statement towards Wilson and Nomad.
Nephilim: "...So without others to tell me important and critical information, I’m just as useless as a bastard child that I actually am, haha!"
Both Nomad and Wilson give smiles of reassurance towards each other before Nomad nods.
MamMon DæMon: "Well General Nephilim, you are indeed a very humbled man, fit for your role.
However, my Nye-omnipotency is just a technique that gives me access to the vault of ’endless’ information."
Nomad: "’A vault’?
You mean like a safe for valuables and shit?
Sorry if I don’t pick up on information well, but..."
The muscular aunt to the passed out engineer softly pets the black and teal hair of her passed out drunk niece.
Nomad: "...That’s why I love helping my little Buckaboo when she needs something picked up, pulled, or dead lifted in the shop.
I have aided her along in her pursuit of Greatness.
Any and all heavy objects that her little body couldn’t physically move herself.
Ever since my little brother entrusted her precious life to me, before his untimely death, I have become her muscles, while she changes and saves the world."
After giving them a small excerpt of their family relationship, the rugged, tall women chugs the last half of beet in her mug while listening for the DæMon to answer and simplify the explanation.
The Queen/Hostess of the new group smiles.
MamMon DæMon: "Trust me, there is no need to apologize for your confusion. I understand how complex the ways of the universe can be perceived at first.
So imagine if the totality of all space and information of this universe was within a safe and within that ever growing metal box is the only documented combination to unlock it, but that pass code also changes at random.
My Nye-omnipotency allows me to know the combinations to the lock box but even with that amount of security clearance, even I can only go so far.
Hence, the ’nye’ in my omnipotence."
Wilson: "But that would be redundant.
Why would someone place the only way to unlock a safe within the same case of protection?"
MamMon DæMon: "Yet you humans are always searching for the combination.
If you want my honest hypothesis, if this universe were to be described as a locked box, the reasoning for doing so wouldn’t be for as much as to keep things out, but more as a way to keep whatever it is locked up from the truths of the outside.
You see, exerted Seiõr carries information like a footprint or crater."
Nephilim(thinking): *Is this another way she is trying to explain the psychology of faith to these people?
Why does Queen MamMon focus so much on one’s ability to desire at all and not ’who to have hope in’?*
MamMon DæMon: "In the most simplest of explanations, the organic computers who have the truest desires within these inescapable boundaries or anybody who wants to know the inexplicable truths they haven’t actually seen, heard, touched, tasted, or smelled, that code to the truth is still accessible in one way or another."
The other three adults at the table look puzzled.
MamMon DæMon: "It all depends on whether or not one has the ability or abilities of extracting, collecting, and confirming the information that is available.
For instance, one ignorant of Seiõr needs physical evidence specifically within this universal vault to have complete confirmation towards the existence of something... which is asinine.
For those imbeciles, the only way they can be sure of something, is by using ’science’ and logic.
Did you know, by using forensics, one can examine the carbon and nitrogen isotopes of a skeleton’s collagen?
With that knowledge, that same person then must also know how to correlate those findings with their historical understandings on the effects of cultural diets to it’s peoples skeletal systems over multiple periods of time.
That is why, when a mass grave is discovered from an ancient war, to find out who the losing soldiers were, scientists, researchers, and historians must work together and use their combined mental energy, all in a laughable attempt to imitate my own capability with Seiõr.
Less accurately sometimes, I might add."
Nomad is scratching her temples while Wilson has his chin gripped, with his eyes closed, but in deep concentration to the convoluted explanation.
Wilson: "Okay.
I’m not too, sure I get it, but I have a general idea of where you are coming from, Queen MamMon."
Nephilim perks up and slightly blushes.
Without turning his head, the man can feel a low growling stare of his co-leader, comedically annoyed with the title of ’Queen’ now.
MamMon DæMon: "See what you started?"
