Shattering Humanity-Chapter 357: Wealth, Fame, and Power!: The Ganji-i-Sawai- (Exceeding Treasure)
"They ask you O Prophet regarding the spoils of war. Say, "Their distribution is decided by Allah and His Messenger. So be mindful of Allah, settle your affairs, and obey Allah and His Messenger if you are true believers.
The true believers are only those whose hearts tremble at the remembrance of Allah, whose faith increases when His revelations are recited to them, and who put their trust in their Lord.
They are those who establish prayer and donate from what We have provided for them.
It is they who are the true believers. They will have elevated ranks, forgiveness, and an honourable provision from their Lord.
Similarly, when your Lord brought you O Prophet out of your home for a just cause, a group of believers was totally against it.
They disputed with you about the truth after it had been made clear, as if they were being driven to death with their eyes wide open." -An-Anfal 8:1-6
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[Sanpaku Cafeteria]
Cutting her question off is her two division mates.
Saku and Itsuka: "2nd Generation?!"
Shelly squints at the claim while Katsu smirks at the name drop.
The blue haired boy is even brighter shades of pink and red while the group talks about Persephone.
Charybdis: "Wh- Wait?!
How do you guys know about Persephone!?
And...?"
He sweats and shrinks back down in his seat embarrassed while his sister tries to calm him down.
Behind them both Saku and Itsuka start asking questions.
Itsuka: "Laban, what the Hell are you talking about?!
2nd Generation DæMon?
What are those?"
Saku: "Are they all like you and your sisters?"
Shelly’s fists clench underneath the table, thinking about the possibility of even more enemies to fight.
Shelly(thinking): *More DæMons?
Does that mean even more people coming after me because of my lineage?*
As if answer the mental question, Laban picks her ear with her pinky while answering.
Laban DaeMon: "Nahh, they are pretty much just the descendants of a few Valkyrie and Völva babies Skalmönd’s final SeiõrSpell had saved.
If anything, the 2nd Generations have no vendetta against their birth covers like my sisters directly born during the initial DæMon birthing time period."
While everyone is sitting at their respective division tables, Princess Rebekah is at the end of the Izanami table. The adorable little girl with an alien symbiote in her left eye socket, is drawing on construction paper.
She has glue and sparkles available along with a variety of markers to choose from.
Sitting in between her and the ever feasting TayTay, is Sol.
The beautiful, dark skinned "Mama" to the oversized glutton looks at the pint sized princess to her left.
Sol: "Whatchya drawing, little lady?"
Princess Rebekah: "Mama asked me if I could make her a sign for the armory room."
Sol takes a peek at the half done craft project with a confused expression, but shakes her head and watches the young artist finish her work.
Princess Rebekah sprinkles some glitter on the art project and lightly taps it once on the table. Her bright heterospecies eyes glow in excitement, she shows it to Sol and the sweet young lady clasps her hands together.
Sol: "Oh it’s so cuuute!"
The satisfied little princess hops up and runs down to the other end of the Izanami table where her mother is.
Sol(thinking): *What the Hell kind of name is that?!*
She releases a sigh before catching TayTay stuffing his face.
Down at the other end of the Izanami table, Princess Rebekah runs up and distracts her mother’s attention.
Princess Rebekah: "Mama! Mama! Look!"
The DaeMon crouches down and is handed the new sign to the armory and storage room to Sanpaku.
Her eyes turn into stars and she hugs her daughter, cheek to cheek.
Laban DaeMon: "It’s perfect, Sweetie!"
Princess Rebekah: "Haha! Thank you, Mama!"
Laban DaeMon: "Let’s go hang this up right now!"
...
Laban’s Voice: "To be honest with ya Saki, I thought he was you when we first met...but knowing what I do now, I never got the same feelin’s with him as I do every time I get to look at you Sakiiii!"
Saku’s Voice: "Just tell us the story, Laban...."
Laban’s Voice: "Okay, Okay "
There are two quick flicks of a lighter.
Laban’s Voice: "So it was a little over 300 years ago..."
[About 320 Years Before Leviathan’s Invasion]
{Plymouth, England}
Laban Narr.: "During these times, Zoram and I were under separate pseudonyms.
I was simply called Adrion and Zoram was known as Broeck."
A sudden interruption pauses the retelling.
Itsuka’s Voice: "Adrion Daemon...fuckin really?!"
Laban Narr.: "Shut up! Don’t interrupt me!
English names made us less conspicuous, even though our attire was such, but luckily, so was the case for the man we were following."
A man wearing a long, red and gold coat steps out of a bar out into a bright and cloudless sky.
Seagulls are yapping and men are chanting while hoisting an anchor to set sail on their ship.
Laban Narr.: "At the time, we had begun to follow a man known to the world as Captain Every.
He was planning on setting sail for the biggest heist in piracy history.
Since my sisters were secretly using Seiõr and their unnatural strengths to effect human history, I figured, why the Hell not?
If I couldn’t use Seiõr, I might as well use Skalmönd’s flaming sword, and my physical strength to get some gold."
The man(pirate) in the red and gold long coat takes a long, and deep inhale of sea air before exhaling with a bright green eyed smile. A long twisted moustache with a soul patch underneath his bottom lip, completes the most distinguished style of facial hair.
Captain Every: "Ahhh, nothing like a quick visit back home, once in a while, aye Adrion and Broeck?"
From the pub, two cloaked individuals follow the brightly dressed man.
Inside one hood is Zoram’s(Broeck) sad eyes and expression. She nods once without a word, and from inside the other individual’s hood...
Adrion Daemon: "If ya want the full hearted truth, Benjiman, we don’t have homes to go back to."
The pirate sucks his teeth and looks out into the open sea.
Captain Every: "That’s a damn shame, Adrion.
But aye, once we’re done with this final score, I’ll no longer be able to set foot in my hometown ever again. So at least Hell with have a spot for the lot of us, hahahahahaha!"
Zoram’s hands fidget together inside the sleeves to her all black garment.
The captive Völva to the DaeMon looks out at the open waters, and the waves crashing against the boats docked at the port.
Laban(Adrion)DaeMon: "Oh, I can assure you, I’ve kept my seat reserved there for quite a while now, Captain."
The man let’s out another hearty laugh and the group walks down the old time wooden dock to a huge 80 canon ship.
Captain Every: "So what’s the name of this ship we’re hunting?"
[Present Day]
Hanging above the door is the gorgeous and adorable, glittered art project. Written in different colored letters is the name...
Laban DaeMon: "The Ganji-i-Sawai-."
Sitting inside the new armory/storage facility to Sanpaku, the storytelling DaeMon takes a drag from her blunt as she finishes her tale. Sitting on crates or on the floor is Saku, Friend, Xaaydagaay, Itsuka, Zoram, Princess Rebekah, Drakania, Jormy, and Aiden.
The smartest of the group quickly stands up so fast, his glasses fall off but he manages to bobble and catch them, returning the eyewear before asking his question.
Aiden: "Wait, so you were actually part of the making to the actual King of Pirates?!?"
With a familiar annoyed and irritated side eye, the smoking DaeMon answers.
Laban DaeMon: "Yea, what of it to you, nerd?"
The enthusiastic, intelligent young man sits back down on the turned over, empty crate with his head down.
Noticing some upset emotions in the room, the trusty and reliable good boy gets up, stretches and walks over to the sad smarty-pants.
The good "pup" rests his chin on Aiden’s knee allowing for premium "pettage".
Accepting the offer, the brainiac scratches the top of the dog’s head and smiles off the rude remark from the crude woman.
Aiden: "Thanks, buddy."
Back at the conversation, Itsuka is questioning the credibility of the story.
Itsuka: "Hold on one second!
I learned in school, during the Golden Pirate Era, females were considered bad luck when aboard ships to all major pirates."
Interjecting, Zoram puts a hand up to speak, which the room obviously allows.
Zoram: "Well, you see, it was because we had helped Mr. Every off his ship so many times, he was willing to keep our help a secret, as long as we weren’t officially part of his crew.
But he treated us as if we were."
Laban nods her head in confidence, with a smug smile holding her blunt in place.
Laban DaeMon: "Mhm. Mhm.
It stung my pride a little bit as a warrior, but it was all restored once we got away.
Secretly, Zoram and I had helped make Captain Every, known as the King of Pirates, for centur to come."
