Shattering Humanity-Chapter 382: Poppa: The Fetter Of Time
"The believers among those who were given the Scripture rejoice at what has been revealed to you O Prophet, while some disbelieving factions deny a portion of it. Say, ’I have only been commanded to worship Allah, associating none with Him in worship. To Him I invite all, and to Him is my return.
And so We have revealed it as an authority in Arabic. And if you were to follow their desires after all the knowledge that has come to you, there would be none to protect or shield you from Allah.
We have certainly sent messengers before you O Prophet and blessed them with wives and offspring. It was not for any messenger to bring a sign without Allah’s permission. Every destined matter has a set time.
Allah eliminates and confirms what He wills, and with Him is the Master Record.
Whether We show you O Prophet some of what We threaten them with, or cause you to die before that, your duty is only to deliver the message. Judgment is for Us.
Do they not see that We gradually reduce their land from its borders? Allah decides—none can reverse His decision. And He is swift in reckoning."- Surah Ar-Ra’d 13:36-41
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Within the darkness, the sounds of creaking chains pressed against metal like a playground swing a little girl is giggling.
Little Girl’s Voice: "Hahaahaa!
Higher Papi!
Push me higher!"
An old man responds with a breathy chuckle.
Old Man Voice: "Ohohoh!
I’m sorry Poppa, but grandpa is getting old.
My back can get hurt really badly."
A few more creaks from the chains separate the grandpa’s voice lost in the emptiness.
Grandpa’s Voice: "Don’t let your life go to waste, Poppa.
Take the time to absorb these fun moments, and remember them forever.
Whenever you’re scared, nervous, or sad, all the happy moments with Papi and Grammy will be in your memories."
*Creeeaaak* *Creaaaaak*
Poppa’s Voice: "Papi...Can we have fun moments everyday, forever?"
The moaning metal of the swing set slows down until it comes to a complete stop.
A pinhole of enveloping white light begins growing larger and larger.
The last words heard before the blinding white light replaces the blackness is the disheartened old man, knowingly lying to his hopeful granddaughter.
Grandpa’s Voice: "Of course, Poppa...
Of course we can..."
...
...
MaMmon DæMon: "...’But the bullshit and the suffering, they never end’."
Nomad nods once. Unnoticeably, the ash from the cigarette breaks off and loftily drifts to the floor.
MaMmon walks over to the other unconscious young lady in the room. With grace and dignity, she slowly opens her knocked out guest’s left eye, exposing an IceEye symbiote moving independently within it’s host.
The black, diamond like pupil focuses on the DæMon, making sure there is no immediate threat to it’s most recent life source.
Unafraid of the small, unnaturally born symbiote, MaMmon moves her hand away from the saved girl’s face.
MaMmon DæMon: "Well just as you have deduced on your own, life and this world are not for the feint at heart.
Those who are weak willed and truly irrational, continuously strive to create absolute peace for all."
The smell of tobacco smoke hits the black haired woman’s nostrils and her nose twitches in reaction. Her face scrunches up as she reacts the stench.
MaMmon DæMon: "When true peace and a real manifestation of heaven can only be achieved, when one focuses on themselves and the closest to them."
The saved woman in bed flutters her purple and IceEye open.
MaMmon DæMon: "Most of the spiritual and inspirational platitudes of humanity, have become tiresome to me..."
The awakening woman with a gifted left IceEye blinks while sitting up. From her blurry PoV, it takes a couple of ’ocular resets’ to calibrate the new host’s brain with the symbiote connection.
MaMmon DæMon: "...But with that being said, I believe to have more of an understanding towards the impetus for a complex organism in the face of gratuitous violence to continuously spout them."
Nomad looks over at the stranger in the bed across the room, sitting up.
On the closer mattress, the mini mechanic tosses softly in her deep sleep.
While wiping a single strain of teal hair out of sleeping Buzz’s face, the aunt takes another drag from her cig.
Poppa’s vision finally starts to clear in the dimly lit bedroom.
Poppa: "Wh-Where am I?"
The blurry silhouette of MaMmon in the doorway is seen in her blinking PoV, but upon opening her new crystal clear vision, the dark figure has vanished.
MaMmon DæMon: "Good evening, curious little kitten."
Making the young girl loudly yip, and jump from her spot, the black cloaked DæMon had transported across the room within the blink of an eye, to her bedside.
Nomad almost leaps from her chair from the sudden commotion and then immediate comprehension, after seeing the magical woman in a different spot so quickly.
Poppa: "Wh-Where am I?
Ah-Are you going to enslave me too?" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
From her cloak, a hand mirror is tossed on the bed, next to the awake guest. The young woman’s purple eye, along with her new symbiote move back and forth between MaMmon and the compact mirror.
MaMmon DæMon: "Don’t fret, as of today, I am your guardian."
Across the room, Nomad watches the unexpected scene unfold. Astonished by the boldness of the Scandinavian leader.
MaMmon DæMon: "You may want to open that mirror and take a look at yourself.
I shall warn you, it is a slightly dramatic biological augmentation."
The shaking hand of the dark haired lass grabs the folded makeup mirror and opens it.
She first sees her slightly dirty, but still beautiful skin on her face. Then she sees her purple right eye in the reflection, but then...
Poppa: "Ahh!"
The mirror flies from her hand in shock after seeing the symbiote having replaced her left ocular sensor. From her hand to the floor, the mirror cracks after falling to the hardwood.
The acquired symbiote activates to it’s 2nd Stage, a scared blue aura is released from her new eye.
Poppa: "What is going on!?!"
In the other bed, the commotion is disrupting the sleeping roommate.
While in her asleep, an irritated Buzz grumbles.
Buzz(mumbling): "Mrrrm...Shut up, Butt Munch!"
The little engineer grabs her covers and rolls in place, making herself into a blanket burrito. Once completely wrapped and encased in her comforter, her aggravated face transforms into a cute and content expression.
On the other bed however, the freed woman no longer with matching human eyes is hyperventilating.
Her hand is over her closed left eye, the aura seeping through both the eyelids and shaking fingers of the unsettled woman.
Poppa: "What’s in my face?!
What is that thing?!"
MaMmon DæMon: "Tis my gift to you, Poppa."
Poppa: "Gift?
H-How do you know my name?"
MaMmon DæMon(nods): "When we met for the second time at that prison, you had asked me how I was able to use my abilities..."
The Old Norse witch holds out her hand, and it becomes covered in lime green HealingSeiõr. Poppa’s eyes widen from seeing the universal energy for the first time with the help from her mutually accepted ocular symbiote.
MaMmon DæMon: "I know everything about you, little kitten."
As if the warrior witch were trying to tame a wild animal, holding her magic covered palm up while moving it closer. She touches the unsure woman’s scar tattered wrist, instantly the rush of euphoria calms her down.
MaMmon DæMon: "With my abilities, not only do I know what those men did to you, but I can prevent anyone from ever doing those despicable things to you ever again."
MaMmon, holding her healing hand up like a doctor pre-surgery, and then calmly struts over to the confused Nomad on the other side of the dimly lit bedroom.
The large woman who can’t see the mysterious and magical force around the DæMon’s right hand doesn’t flinch. Completely trusting her new leader as she puts the hand up to Nomad’s damaged ear.
The injured woman’s eyes widen as she realizes, her hearing is coming back and the pain from a damaged ear drum is subsiding.
Nomad(thinking): *What...?
Who is this woman?*
Once finished, MaMmon keeps her Seiõr-less hand over the completely healed auditory sensor and slowly caresses the blushing, hunky woman’s cheek, all the way to under her chin.
MaMmon’s golden painted nails lightly raises Nomad’s head.
With Poppa and Nomad fully hooked on the words of their savior, the DæMon seals the deal.
MaMmon DæMon: "All I ask, is for your complete trust and faith in me.
Your faith and hope in me, gives me additional power to protect not only you, but all those who also share that same faith in my salvation."
