Shattering Humanity-Chapter 347: "Is...Dinner...Done?"
"Dear Lord, thank you for this food we are about to eat. We are grateful for Your provision. We ask that You would bless this food and continue to guide our family along Your path. In the name of Your son Jesus, amen"
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On cue a soft continuing rumble can be felt throughout the entire arcade. It isn’t as strong of a shake as what is felt inside the mountains, but everyone around nighttime Erebus City looks around confused.
When it finally stops, everyone in the arcade looks around puzzled, except for MamMon.
She gets up and flips out of the booth backwards.
MamMon DæMon: "I think it’s time for us to leave, General Nephilim.
Do make sure the owner of this establishment is compensated, and I shall meet you all outside."
Bewildered and still shook from the quake, everyone slowly gets up and follows the cool, calm, and collected Dæmon out of the arcade.
Once outside, Nephilim notices the night sky and takes a peek at his watch. His eyes grow wide seeing the time "7:17PM".
Nephilim: "Oh my!
I’m sorry to do this, but I must abandon you all. I have to get back home. Silpheed and the rest of the gang are going to be waiting for me to get back home for them to start eating dinner."
Tristan takes a look at his watch and also remembers his and Stephanie’s family back home.
Tristan: "Oh shoot he’s right Steph!
We’ve left the girls with Jay and a hungover Peyton all day!"
Steph: "And I have to start making everyone else dinner!"
The DæMon walks over to the vehicle that the escaped party arrived had in.
MamMon DæMon: "It is fine, General.
Our newest members are the only ones necessary and I will take them and ’the others’ to the apartments I had created."
Wilson: "...’Others’?!"
Ignoring his interest, MamMon opens the front passenger door to the armored truck.
MamMon DæMon: "If Icythis and Isfet would like their own rooms and space, they are completely welcome to come with us.
Oh, I almost forgot..."
From her sleeve, another carton of cigarettes appears and she throws it perfectly at the tall chain smoker who catches it perfectly with one hand.
She looks up to thank the witch, but she has already closed the door and is sitting in the front passenger seat.
The two smoking women look at each other than at Bethany, Stephanie, and Tristan.
The group of three who welcomed the saved Roronora City residents with open arms, smile back at the two gorgeous women.
Tristan: "We have plenty of space for you two if you want, we can find some way to fit you two into our home."
Stephanie: "As long as you’re fine with the girls, then the more the merrier, teehaha!"
Bethany has her lower lip sticking out, quivering, attempting to steal their pity for them to stay. Not out of her heart’s pure intent, but obviously so she can seize more opportunities to sexually harass the two in their own budding relationship.
Icythis shrugs and ashes her cig on the ground.
Icythis: "I’ll go back with you.
Those rugrats didn’t seem too bad, and I usually sleep in if there isn’t a proper alarm like them."
Isfet looks at Stephanie and remembers her immediate hospitality. Both cute girls blush at their eye contact and Isfet looks at the ground.
Isfet: "I-I’m used to having others around, so as long as it’s with people I know...I guess I’ll come back with you guys."
Everyone involved smiles and Bethany runs over to embrace the two from behind, sandwiching her head between the two gorgeous ladies chests.
Bethany: "Yay! Yay! Yayyyy!
Don’t worry, I have pah-lenty of room for you two beauties in my room!"
She is yanked back by Tristan as he and Stephanie seperate from the group to head home.
He shakes hands with Wilson and Nomad(who has a passed out Buzz piggybacked).
Wilson: "Thank you for accepting us in our time of need.
The sacrifice of our comrades won’t be in vein due to the kindness displayed by you and Madame DæMon."
Nephilim: "It’s my pleasure.
This land is for humans wanting peace and tranquility, not enslavement and belligerence."
He jogs to catch up with the party of 5 heading back in the same direction.
Wilson gets in the driver’s seat and turns to the cloak wearing witch next to him while Nomad slowly lays tiny Buzz down in the back seat.
Wilson: "So Madame DæMon, where are we going?
North I presume?"
While Nomad hops into the back bed of the truck and taps twice, Wilson starts the truck while an echoing *VVRRRROOOOOOM!*
MamMon DæMon(snickers): "No, no. Whichever way you all came from, head in that direction, we need to pick up ’the others’ I told you about earlier."
Wilson can’t change the shift quick enough and floors it out the city through the overarching opening in the surrounding brick wall. Nomad almost falls out the back but manages to grab on.
[Inside Nephilim’s Home]
Arai’s Blue pooled eyes flutter open and he stares at the ceiling to his room for a minute.
His eyes shift over to the spinning ceiling fan before he slowly starts to sit up.
Once he is sitting up, the awakening young man attempts to raise his right hand to his head, but the jingles of something prevent his arm from doing so.
He looks down at his wrist to see four sets of handcuffs, locked together. One end around his wrist and the other locked around his bed post with no ways of escaping.
Arai’s eyes narrow as he tugs a few times on the cuffs attached to the frame.
Suddenly, a voice comes over from the other side of the room.
Maniae: "Why are you being like this Arai?"
Arai turns his head and sitting on the his own bed is Maniae. The sad red eyes of the black haired boy and the angry blue eyes of the blonde haired boy lock.
Arai snickers and slowly shakes his head towards his "friend" across from him.
Arai: "So...
One month and these people have brain washed you to the point you think this..."
He raises up the cuffed hand as high as it can reach, making the cuffs scratch his wooden bed frame.
Arai: "...is acceptable.
To literally take away someone’s freedom, only for wanting freedom.
You’ve changed Maniae."
Sad immediately switches to angry as Maniae shoots up from his bed.
Maniae: "I’ve changed?!
What about you Arai?!
You’ve never been this much of an asshole when we were alone for the past three years, and now, you’re the one deciding to just up and leave this friendship behind?!"
Arai sticks his nose up in the air and locks away from the concerned and caring friend.
Arai: "So what now?
Are you going to keep me locked up in this room, strapped to this bed, until I finally conform towards playing home with you, General Douchebag, and his gross weird wives?"
Maniae: "They aren’t his wives Maniae!
If they’re his wives, what does that make us?"
Arai’s nose twitches while looking at his wall, trying to avoid any eye contact with the disputing colleague.
Maniae: "Our big sisters are just like you and me. Just because they are girls, doesn’t mean they’re any different than you or I.
They are people younger than Mr Nephilim, that fell on hard times, probably like he did! Now that he has worked himself out of the mud, he’s trying to prevent us from a life in the shitter."
[Twenty Minutes Later]
A scared and frantic Eden comes running down the stairs from her room.
Because of the "earthquake" there are books fallen off the shelves, and a single empty cup turned on it’s side, laying atop a small living room table.
The highly timid young lady gingerly trots into the kitchen where Silpheed is cleaning up a spaghetti mess on the floor while pots and pans are strewn all over the place.
Eden: "Sil-Silpheed ar-are you okay?
Was th-that an earthqu-qu-quake?"
The assistant to Nephilim has an apron on, covered in pasta sauce, and a burn mark on their right arm while cleaning the floor on their hands and knees.
Silpheed looks up at the Treasurer of Erinyes territory and nods before going back to extraneous mess.
Thudding footsteps can be heard and Maniae’s overexcited attitude makes Eden fall back in her butt.
Maniae: "Big Sis!
Is everything okay!?"
As before, the reliable assistant nods quickly then speeds up their scrubbing.
Maniae notices Eden rubbing her backside and he puts out a hand to help her up, which she shakingly does.
The noise of a creaking bed can be heard coming from upstairs and Maniae runs up to his and Arai’s room where the blonde captive is breathing heavily but pretending to not have been struggling to break his restraints.
Arai: "Is...diner...done?"
