Shattering Humanity-Chapter 341: The Revelation Of Relation
"She draws on her strength and reveals that her arms are strong.
She sees that her profits are good, and her lamp never goes out at night.
She extends her hands to the spinning staff, and her hands hold the spindle.
Her hands reach out to the poor, and she extends her hands to the needy.
She is not afraid for her household when it snows, for all in her household are doubly clothed.
She makes her own bed coverings; her clothing is fine linen and purple.
Her husband is known at the city gates, where he sits among the elders of the land.
She makes and sells linen garments; she delivers belts to the merchants.
Strength and honor are her clothing, and she can laugh at the time to come.
Her mouth speaks wisdom, and loving instruction is on her tongue.
She watches over the activities of her household and is never idle.
Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also praises her: "Many women have done noble deeds, but you surpass them all!"
Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord will be praised.
Give her the reward of her labor, and let her works praise her at the city gates. -Proverbs 31:17-31
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Drakania’s Voice: "There is a story of a Völva who once visited the Gods in Asgard, their realm.
The witch was said to have an unhealthy obsession with gold and wealth, that it troubled the Gods and they chained her down.
At first, they took three spears, attempting to pierce her with them."
The cowboy lowers his raised hand and the three rifles fire, each of the bullets fly right at the bound woman.
Drakania’s Voice: "...But it didn’t work." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
The bullets bounce right off of the cloaked individual and ricochets in different directions.
The cowboy doesn’t show face and instead smiles at the apparently tough enemy.
Scar Cowboy: "Well, well, well, lookie what we got here...
Hey Cleatus!
Go git us a bonfire started..."
He walks up to the frozen in time woman and pulls back her hood revealing the face of the second MamMon DæMon.
Scar Cowboy: "...We got us a witch to burn."
[Faithful Friends Firehouse Field]
Everyone (Katsu, Saku, Shelly, Itsuka, Laban, Jormungand, Xaaydagaay and Friend) still around the field is listening while Drakania recalls the "mythology" she was told by her mother when she was a child.
She has a worried expression on her face while looking over at Laban. The DaeMon has her 2nd Stage Eyelien active with a grey aura.
Drakania: "However, there’s one thing that is confusing..."
Itsuka: "What?
What is it Drakania?"
Katsu and Saku are looking at one another, talking to each other in their own heads thanks to Katsu’s passive Anjell Eye ability.
Saku(telepathy): *What’s going on?
You know who these sources of unrelenting Seiõr are coming from, and what the next course of action is, Katsu!*
Katsu(telepathy): *It’s of no importance towards Shelly’s overall development or safety. So no, I don’t.
Now shut up and listen to this plot twist the girl is about to drop on you all.*
Saku does just that in time to hear...
Drakania: "The Völva named Gullveig ended up having two names recorded within the stories passed down Sagas..."
Drakania’s nugget of knowledge suddenly makes both Shelly and Laban perk up. Their stares cause Drakania to shrink before she can say anymore, but the human hand of her little brother rests on the young lady’s shoulder.
He gives his anxious, older sister a nod of encouragement and the adorable storyteller takes a deep breath.
She opens her piercing purple eyes back up and locks with Laban’s single blue eye.
Drakania: "...Her first name was Gullveig...and her second name...was ’Heiðr’."
Everyone is stunned in shock and silence, especially Laban.
[FLASHBACK]
Don Laban: "My Völva mother, Heiðr, was the life partner to my Valkyrie mother, Eir. After the seventh battle was over, they had no surviving children. The highly respected Völva, Heiðr, had an untimely heart disease that Seiõr couldn’t heal or couldn’t delay the decline of her health."
Don Laban: "So, Heiðr and Eir decided to fornicate the day after my seventh wave sister’s death instead of waiting for the scheduled orgy with the rest of the conforming women of both clans. They immediately eloped here to Vinland, and I was born on a cargo Knarr in the middle of a storm three days later. All that trouble and the disloyalty to their clans, just to create my unwanted existence. For the sake of their own non-conforming selfishness."
...
The DaeMon gathers herself for a moment before dictating the next page to her story.
Don Laban: "After giving birth to me, my Völva mother died the next morning."
[END FLASHBACK]
Surprised Saku shoots a glare at the correctly predicting rival captain as the Yang Vessel snickers back.
Shelly steps up and looks at Laban while asking Drakania...
Shelly: "So you’re telling me, not only did Laban’s Völva mother have MamMon with one Valkyrie, which survived their wave, but then had a second unnaturally born child with a seperate Valkyrie, and eloping before the DæMon rebellion?"
Laban swallows her spit, awaiting Drakania’s answer, which is a nod.
Shelly: "So Laban, you had not the faintest of ideas that she was your blood sister?"
The DaeMon takes a moment to think deeper into the information and the question.
Laban DaeMon: "Herfjötur...she..."
[805 Years Before Leviathan’s Invasion]
{Somewhere In Scandinavia}
Woman’s Voice: "She’s not worth it, Herfjötur.
No matter how much you try.
I say we leave her out for the witch hunting Christians. They’re all over the place now."
A younger, teenage Laban, no face tattoos, is heavily battle damaged and out of breath.
She is wearing wolf skin clothing, no shoes.
A sadly flaming Madame Fryer is in her possession and while looking up at the figure casting the shadow looming over her, she spits out blood.
MamMon DæMon: "Get up and try again, sister."
The familiar sounds of sniffles from a little girl can be heard as Laban tries to get back to her feet with blue eyes staring down in disgust at her.
She attempts to keep a SeiõrShield going but only produces a sad blue coating of magic before it fizzles out and Laban is once again out of breath.
Little Girl’s Voice: *sniffle* "Look at that, Sigrdrifa.
She can’t even exert a proper SoulSeiõrShield at birth...*sniffle*...loser."
With the negative chatter around her, Laban attempts to project a SeiõrShield again, but ultimately fails.
After the failed attempt she is immediately struck hard.
Trying to defend herself with Madame Fryer proves to backfire as the flaming sword only gets pushed into her face and it burns her unfriendly face.
Falling to the ground, with tears in both her blue eyes, a burn mark on her cheek, Laban looks up at a dissatisfied MamMon/Herfjötur DæMon.
MamMon/Herfjötur DæMon: "Get up, Eir."
Laban/Eir DaeMon: "Why?! You’re just gonna hit me again!"
The disapproving older sister narrows her gaze on the back talking younger sister.
Laban/Eir DaeMon: "I’m done trying to beat you!
All you do is hr-
A bare foot kicks Laban in face before she can react.
Before being launched, she drops Madame Fryer, and the flaming sword sticks into the cold ground, waiting while watching the family quarrel.
From the swords perspective, the older sister stomps on and curses out her ’failure’ of a younger, blood related sibling.
Once all is said and done, the completely beat up and bloodied DaeMon is left on the cold ground clutching grass.
Then a hand clutches her hair at the root, lifting her head.
The scared younger sister looks at Mammon’s cold, blue stare as she is scolded by her older sibling.
MamMon DæMon: "You have 5 years, sister.
If you don’t show signs of improvement, then it just shows who’s the righteously stronger daughter."
She releases her grip on the young woman’s scalp and she is left sobbing on the cold Northern ground.
[New Dodge Prison]
In the middle of the prison yard the 2nd MamMon DæMon still has the chains from the cowboy’s ability seemingly keeping her frozen in a sort of stasis.
However, a long with the chains is rope restraining her to a log with smaller logs and kindle underneath.
There are 100s of cowboys and Southern bells all dressed up in their attire. As slaves with jumpsuits and shackles bring them drinks and snacks like butlers.
The current organizer and eye user containing the Scandinavian witch finishes pouring gasoline on the logs below, tosses the can, then looks around. He takes a quick spin towards his fellow cowboys and their lasses.
Scar Cowboy: "Well!
Are y’all ready to hear this bitch of a witch scream her final breathes to Hell where she belongs?!"
The crowd cheers and he nods over to the two slaves to light their ends.
They do, and with the help of gasoline, the surrounding flames quickly begin to engulf the bare feet of the DæMon.
Scar Cowboy: "And without further ado, I’ll release her from stasis."
He deactivates his alien symbiote and the opac golden chains around the trapped witch disappear.
MamMon looks around at the crowd and notices her situation.
She begins to struggle.
MamMon DæMon: "What? How did you-?
You caught me?
How could this be?
You can’t do this, I-"
The flames engulf her entire body and she lets out a hellish scream.
The crowd loves it and the begin laughing as MamMon DæMon continues to scream, but suddenly the screams transition into laughter along with the observing audience to the burning of the witch.
From the fire the black silhouette of a smiling, horned demon can be seen. Therefore, from the flames, a foot and ankle covered in a gold on gold SoulSeiõrShield appears.
MamMon DæMon: "Hahahahahahahahaha!
Haven’t you dumb hicks ever heard of a Trojan Horse?!"
