Shattering Humanity-Chapter 343: The Gifting Of An IceEye From A Slain Human Host
"Make yourself an example of good works with integrity and dignity in your teaching.
Your message is to be sound beyond reproach, so that any opponent will be ashamed, because he doesn’t have anything bad to say about us.
Slaves are to submit to their masters in everything, and to be well-pleasing, not talking back or stealing, but demonstrating utter faithfulness, so that they may adorn the teaching of God our Savior in everything.
For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation[b] for all people, instructing us to deny godlessness and worldly lusts and to live in a sensible, righteous, and godly way in the present age, while we wait for the blessed hope, the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior..." -Titus 2:7-13
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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 watching, like a mob surrounding royalty strapped to the guillotine, loves it and they 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?!"
...
The Fat Man standing outside the room looks at his superior and points down the hallway.
Fat Man: "There’s a blonde woman in a black cloak in Hickok Square!"
The blindfolded man in the chair perks up and smiles.
Blindfolded Man: "Oi!
Really?!?
You’re mouth don’t make your arse jealous, do it boyo?
Is she gotta chest on ’er?
Go on, don’t ’old out on us, ya eejit."
Fat Man: "She’s destroying everything with some weird magic only the lawmen with symb-eye-otes can see!
Bullets don’t work on her!
She walks through fire!
Nobody can stop her, not even with their symb-eye-otes powers!
She’s a witch!"
...
[New Dodge Prison]
Behind the panopticon designed prison, the back of the correctional institution is solely a cliff with a 150 yard drop into the raging waters that crash against the tall southern coast of the island.
Built after their apocalyptic escape, leading down the cliff side are multiple wooden staircases at the base of which is a wooden dock.
Dozens of the residents escaping the DæMon’s destruction are running along these wooden walkways to their yachts and boats.
While some are attempting to start their maritime vehicles, golden SeiõrShots zip through the air and hit the watercrafts along with the wooden platforms, destroying the structures and sending the fleeing folk into the water.
Shouting and panic continues to erupt as MaMmon is floating above the prison, shooting off her self created techniques of destruction.
Her maniacal laughing while causing chaos is only fitting of her diabolical and devious actions.
Below, being left behind out of panic, the enslaved men and women, shackled together or to grounded posts, cower in fear for their safety.
A half dressed, black haired woman is whimpering as the reflection of a golden Seiõr orb flashes in her purple eyes.
A SeiõrShot hits the cement wall where the group of enslaved are closest to, and shadows of the dangerous chunks grow larger as the objects get closer.
The captured "prisoners" flinch in fear while some stare up in disbelief at their fate.
Suddenly, a barrage of smaller SeiõrShots hit the deadly, falling pieces of wall, and shatter them into pellets that bonk the saved slaves on the heads.
The purple eyed, half dressed young lady looks up. Under the night sky, above the bonfire still ablaze in the center of the prison, growing larger due to the lack of control, the floating MaMmon DæMon looks down on the helpless and hopeless individuals she had mercifully spared.
The overthrowing, gold glowing witch glides closer to the entrapped group and her hand becomes engulfed in a familiar light purple Seiõr, swirling together with her glamorous SoulSeiõrShield.
The hand swipes at the air and without touching anyone or anything, one by one the shackled/chained people are liberated.
Looking at the cut ends to their once bounding constraints, then up at their savior in amazement.
The individuals without alien symbiotes cannot see the lavish layer of Seiõr, but the 3(two men and one woman) who have traded their right eyes, can’t believe what the ocular alien is allowing them to witness.
MaMmon DæMon: "You all have 12 and a half minutes before the fate of this county is sealed.
Run north until you reach signs at the bottom of the mountains indicating a close by sanctuary.
Once there, wait for my return.
Or stay here and perish with your doomed captors."
The group of 12 freed, but confused slaves, all varieties of ethnicities, none under 21, look at each other to see who makes the first move and show their faith to this clearly dangerous, cloaked, and hooded woman.
The half dressed, tall, purple eyed woman gets up to her feet and begins to run north like she was advised, but before she runs beneath MaMmon, she stops and lthen bows for a few seconds.
The swaying DæMon gives the rescued woman’s sign of appreciation no visible reaction.
The thankful woman stays in her bow until the moment is ruined by a gunshot.
The bullet bounces off the side of MaMmon’s Seiõr protected, hood wearing head.
She slowly turns her head, in pure disgust.
The cowboy with a scar on his chin, who had thought he was in control by using his IceEye ability on a being mutually accepted by Seiõr, is behind the smoking revolver.
His symbiote back to it’s 2nd Stage, a grey cloudy, angry aura.
He attempts to use his eye ability on the Old Norse witch once again to lock her in a frozen stasis.
Golden opac chains appear and tighten around the floating woman covered in an even brighter golden "armor".
MaMmon DæMon: "Foolish layman.
You truly believe..."
The half Valkyrie blooded warrior flexes and easily breaks the inferior form of Seiõr attempting to hold her back.
The inability to keep her restrained seems to backfire on the unprepared caster as he flinches in pain and grunts, falling to a knee.
MaMmon DæMon: "...That you could chain ME, the immediate kin to the ’one who chains’?
I’ve known of your laughable attempt to subdue your megalomaniac tendencies.
You foolishly took advantage, and abused others to the point they had to flee.
When a real leader is able to institutionalize, and program their pawns to die for the greater cause."
Scar Cowboy: "You damned demon!
Me and my brothers fought to survive these apocalyptic years, we were wrongly accused to begin with, and escaped! 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
Taking over this God foresaken place we had escaped from, after we gained power and resources!
I’ve saved the people you’re killing!"
In the orange glow of the spreading flames, the desperate escaped convict fires off another round which MaMmon doesn’t dodge, but confidently snatches out of the air, without releasing her disapproving, unentertained, Above Sanpaku eye contact on the gunman.
MaMmon DæMon: "You ignorant humans are such... degenerates.
You lie and lie.
Telling lies to loved ones, friends, and strangers.
Weaving fallacies, telling yourself and others you did or didn’t do certain accusations or acts to protect and boost your self images.
Self images, that are worth nothing in this universe, without true acknowledgement of it’s empowering energy."
While talking down to her opponent, MaMmon slowly lowers herself to get closer, the shook cowboy tries to steady his shaking grip on his firearm. He fires another two rounds at the approaching threat, but the monster he shoots at, throws the previously caught bullet and catches the second with a spin.
The thrown back return fire connects with one of the two projectiles mid air. She then uses the momentum of her spin to throw back the 2nd caught bullet.
MaMmon’s colliding throw pushes the fired bullet back to it’s sender hitting him in both his shoulders.
Then the final returning round hits him in the chest, making him fall on his back in agony.
Scar Cowboy: "Aaaarghh!"
Slowly opening his eyes, to his surprise a golden SoulSeiõrShield covered hand, and golden painted fingernails are in front of his face.
The nauseating ripping of an eye from it’s socket echoes and the man who had confidently brought the witch into his fortified area, no longer has a symbiote.
The muffled squeals and screeches of the mysterious creature in her tightly closed fist is proof.
MaMmon DæMon: "Now, if undeserving humans get frozen, worthy takers get their right eye consumed, and gifted users their left..."
The whimpering man begins to feel weak and his vision in his human eye gets blurry. He blinks, regaining his clear vision one last time, but to his horror, in his face an unsettling, and purely evil wide smiling DæMon is the man’s final sight.
MaMmon DæMon: "You were incarcerated because you and your racist pals killed that teenage foreigner.
Pathological lies from your defective mind to alter this universe, is the sole reason for your worthless end, ’Cowpie’."
The man’s terrified eye slowly loses it’s light and he dies with a pitiful expression.
With it’s previous host dead, MaMmon looks over at the young lady who was bowing. The observant woman hasn’t left with the rest of the group and has watched the scene of justice unfold.
MaMmon DæMon: "I thought I had told you to get lost?"
The woman swallows her spit and takes a step forward.
Freed Woman: "H-How are you flying?
Please, teach me."
The floating witch snickers at the faithful lass.
The muffled clambering from the dying symbiote without a host in her closed fist gets softer, as well as the struggling, the twin looks at the
MaMmon DæMon: "Do you really want to know, curious little kitten..."
The freed young lady timidly nods as the DæMon opens her bloody hand.
MaMmon DæMon: "...take this back with you.
So I can show my hubby, for his collection.
The PoV of the unsuspecting woman goes black.
