Shattering Humanity-Chapter 366: Authorization Clearance Code: ’01-18-74-12-000’
"There is none like unto the God of Jeshurun, who rideth upon the heaven in thy help, and in his excellency on the sky.
The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms: and he shall thrust out the enemy from before thee; and shall say, Destroy them.
Israel then shall dwell in safety alone: the fountain of Jacob shall be upon a land of corn and wine; also his heavens shall drop down dew.
Happy art thou, O Israel: who is like unto thee, O people saved by the Lord, the shield of thy help, and who is the sword of thy excellency! and thine enemies shall be found liars unto thee; and thou shalt tread upon their high places." -Deuteronomy 33:26-29
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Nephilim: "Well, since you are a well thought out, precocious young man, I’ll leave you be.
I really hope you manage to get over your trepidation towards trusting others.
Everyone gets in trouble now and then. It’s trusted friends who can help you through those tribulations."
The man with long black hair walks to the door and opens it. Before stepping through the doorway...
Nephilim: "Oh yea!
Please, don’t try to run away again. There are cameras all over the place, and no unauthorized exits out of the mountain for people your age.
But more importantly, you doing that really put Silpheed in a anxious funk.
For the sake of everyone but myself, don’t do that anymore."
Arai’s scowl relaxes from the selfless request.
Nephilim: "I won’t force you to stay inside these mountains either.
Next time we travel out, and you disappear, just know...
Just know you’ll always have a place here, Bud.
...
Goodnight, ’Arai, the Great’."
Knowing a majority of the covers to the books in his small library, the golden cover blushing Arai grips is to an account to the life of Alexander the Great.
While walks out and softly shuts the bedroom. Satisfied of his discussion with the rebellious runaway, he closes his eyes and takes a deep inhale.
Keeping his eyes closed...
Nephilim: "If I had to guess...
Those are your divine womanly pheromones, Queen MamMon?"
Standing at the bend of the 2nd floor hallway, in front of the window, is the transporting DæMon. It is however, MaMmon DæMon and her golden painted nails.
MaMmon DæMon: "I don’t know whether or not to feel flattered, or..."
Her blue eyes widen and once again from the quick thought, the conniving witch’s smile curls.
MaMmon DæMon: "...or very, verrryy, interesting..."
Nephilim opens his heterospecies eyes, stepping away from the door. Light from the artificial moon barely shines through the window.
Nephilim: "Now what do I have the pleasure as to have you appear before me?"
MaMmon DæMon: "We don’t have much time, Erinyes Nephilim.
Close your eyes and I’ll explain."
Not truly understanding the situation, Nephilim trusts his co-leader and does what he is told without question.
Standing with his eyes closed, a golden nailed hand grips his shoulder.
Immediately knowing something has happened by the slight sudden drop in temperature and low whistling wind.
Both his eyes shoot open and take a moment to adjust.
Beyond his comprehension, the General is now outside, on the top of the middle most man made mountain, Morta.
SeiõrSnow falling around him.
Nephilim: "Wait...
W-Why are we?"
MaMmon DæMon: "While saving more allies from their captors prison, I admit in my negligence, I destroyed our new enemy’s entire base in an act of overkill."
Nephilim: "New enemy’s?
So there are more of them?!"
The locked in Scandinavian witch stares ahead towards the North.
MaMmon DæMon: "I have brought you out here for two reasons, Erinyes Nephilim.
The first, to tell you Skalmönd’s gang is no longer our main focus until Sunday."
Nephilim: "I had no true plans to engage with Mina until then anyway.
I’m focused on the territory you and I protect, Queen MamMon."
There is a good minute of confusing, and awkward silence. The wind gusts blow both their hair and Nephilim finally caves.
Nephilim: "Ummm...wxcuse my impatience, but what is the 2nd reaso-"
As if to answer him, somewhere overhead the roar from a C-130 above the clouds instinctively makes the fleshy, non-magical, mortal human shutter in absolute terror.
Nephilim: "Is that...a..."
MaMmon DæMon: "It seems our ’western cowboys’ have more than pistols and horses.
They in fact have the entirety of Northeastern Vinland under military command, defense, and power.
20,000 soldiers at their disposal and with a little over 10 Million people under their protection, they are a legitimate force to be reckoned with..."
Above the clouds, the two pilots in the cockpit of the military air carrier go through the checks and balances of their attack.
Pilot 1: "We have clear visibility, and eyes on the combat zone...wait where...
Are you seeing this!?"
Pilot 2: "I have two under radar. What are you ta-"
Both men in the cockpit look at their thermal view and see the the two small white figures on the mountain but south of the mountains...
The 2nd air pilot immediately starts flipping switches in a hurry, while the 1st man calls back to base to inform HQ what they both are witnessing.
Pilot 1: This is Shenron 1!
We have broken horizon to get a view of the target island, and...and..."
Air Traffic Control: "What is it, Shenron 1?!
Report!"
The man swallows his spit and opens his shaking mouth.
Shenron 1: "We-We can both confirm, N-New Dodge...and all the land underneath are no longer part of the island.
The entire county..."
The pilot next to him who was flipping switches and taking snapshots of the different sighted cameras, is clearly less shook than his counterpart.
Shenron 2: "This is Shenron 2.
I can also confirm this anomaly.
We are within launch distance and the dragon is ready to drop on Madame Sheriff’s clearances."
A woman’s voice goes through the both of their headsets. The same tired, defeated voice as from the individual on Buzzards Bay beach.
Jesse James: "Shenron 2, this is your commanding officer, Sheriff Jesse James.
Authorization Clearance Code, ’01-18-74-12-000’ you are clear to release your cargo and turn immediately back home."
The man solutes the air.
Shenron 2: "Yes Ma’am !"
Down below, on top of Mount Morta, both of the respected and somewhat feared leaders look up to the sky.
MaMmon is smirking while Nephilim’s mouth is open in awe.
Nephilim: "Queen MamMon... Are they really going to-"
MaMmon DæMon: "Yep."
The Queen starts stretching like an athlete before a big event while giving the run down on the situation to her political partner.
MaMmon DæMon: "They have sent in a specialized air assault unit which is only accessible and used by top military coordinators.
Interestingly, it seems to be, they have a 2nd Generation DæMon as their post alien world leader.
To this day, Skalmönd’s cursed SeiõrSpell continues to interfere with me and my sisters nye-omnipotency.
So I don’t have an idea how strong of a 2nd Generation she is, where she came from, as well as whether or not she knows Skalmönd and I are both on this damaged island.
But if there is one thing I do know..."
She chuckles and shakes out her right wrist.
Dropping from the sky, parachutes and metal crates are slowly floating down.
Cruise missile drones shoot out from open slits in the metal and a small red light activates on all 36 of the explosive mini planes, each programmed to drop on specific coordinates.
MaMmon DæMon: "...If she’s sending in something like this, she isn’t even half my full strength."
Nephilim: "We have to get back and warn everyone in Erebus!
Tell people to get underground and brace themselves inside the mountains!
The entire island is in danger!"
A backhand surprises the panicking man and he shuts up in shock.
The disrespected Valkyrie descendant looks at her partner in disgust.
MaMmon DæMon: "Don’t ever reveal that side of yourself, Erinyes Nephilim.
I shall only tell you this once more, don’t doubt my abilities ever again.
Don’t forget, Erebus City is protected by the dome of Seiõr around it."
The backhanded General rubs his cheek and recollects himself while MaMmon looks back ahead at the incoming swarm of fireballs perfectly visible in the night sky.
Nephilim: "I’m...I’m sorry, Queen MamMon.
I don’t know what came over me there."
MaMmon’s left hand becomes engulfed in a familiar light blue Seiõr and she cups the hand over both ears once, leaving a bubble of Seiõr just like how Zoram had done with the baby’s ears outside the Initiation Arena.
The DæMon then does the same thing for Nephilim, and his hearing goes muffled.
With the cluster storm of cruise missiles now branching in different directions towards their dedicated location MaMmon raises her open right hand. All five finger tips begin to glow a bright red/orange as if heating up.
MaMmon DæMon: "Since they are military attacks, might as well keep it similar to the ways they’d know.
Tell me Erinyes Nephilim, have you ever heard of a C-RAM anti-air unit?"
Nephilim: "What?!"
