Shattering Humanity-Chapter 383: Apocalyptic Diplomacy

Be gracious to me, God, according to your faithful love; according to your abundant compassion, blot out my rebellion.

Completely wash away my guilt and cleanse me from my sin.

For I am conscious of my rebellion, and my sin is always before me.

Against you—you alone—I have sinned and done this evil in your sight.

So you are right when you pass sentence;

you are blameless when you judge.

Indeed, I was guilty when I was born; I was sinful when my mother conceived me.

Surely you desire integrity in the inner self, and you teach me wisdom deep within.

Purify me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.

Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed rejoice.

Turn your face away from my sins and blot out all my guilt.

God, create a clean heart for me and renew a steadfast spirit within me.

Do not banish me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me.

Restore the joy of your salvation to me, and sustain me by giving me a willing spirit.

Then I will teach the rebellious your ways, and sinners will return to you."- Psalm 51:1-13

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{Current Day}

[Buzzards Bay, Massachusetts]

Just one hour before midnight, the bright moon is the lighting to the soft crashing waves on the sand.

A few seagulls are participating in the nocturnal life and soar above the sand.

The cracking of a beer tab echoes over the ocean water, scaring the "flying rodents" away.

The can is brought up to a set of lips with a small scar above and Jesse James slams down the alcoholic beverage in one chug.

Her *BuUUuuuuuurp!* also echoes out with the tide. She crushes the empty tin in her grip and tosses it into a separate pile from before. Clinking against it’s empty brethren.

The Sheriff of the land stares out at the glistening ocean surface with her gorgeous pink eyes, letting a few waves crash to interrupt the natural silence of the world.

From her trench coat, a fresh, unopened beer can is revealed to be in her hand.

Without cracking open the beverage, Jesse James talks without turning to face her sudden company.

Jesse James: "So, you are the one who took out the majority of my rapid dragon drone strike, huh?"

Standing 10 yards behind the 2nd Generation DæMon, is one of the original DæMons, MamMon DæMon. Distinguishing herself from her twin sister, are her green painted nails.

MamMon DæMon(chuckle): "You could say that.

And I presume, you are the 2nd Generation who has accidentally learned to control Seiõr, simply by the mercy of the universal energy.

As well as gained the faith from millions of weaklings in order to obtain an interesting SanguineSoulSeiõrShield."

Unprovoked by her enemy’s presence, Jesse James cracks open her next cold one.

*khatsss*

Just like every can so far, she finishes the drink in one go, and crushes the can while burping.

With her money tree patterned cloak blowing in the constant beach gusts, MamMon’s face twists into an expression of disgust from the unlady-like gesture.

MamMon DæMon: "How shrewd..."

Next, a half smoked Cuban cigar shows up from the woman Sheriff’s oversized coat, along with a lighter, and she puffs it a few times to ignite the cherry.

From underneath the brim of her 10 gallon hat, she exhales a large hit of smoke. Still keeping her back turned to the possible life threatening enemy, facing the water.

Jesse James: "Let me guess..."

She takes another deeeeep inhale, burning the imported tobacco with a small crackle, and exhales while talking.

Jesse James: "... You’re here to try and stop me before I execute tomorrow’s plans, am I right?"

Smiling at the confidence of her territory’s attacker, MamMon bends down and grabs a hand full of the granulated rocks.

She slowly loosens her grip as the sand trickles back down to where it came from.

MamMon DæMon: "As a matter of fact, you are wrong..."

The pink eyes of the 2nd Generation shift to the side upon hearing the enemy’s answer.

Cigar between her teeth, the Sheriff turns around slowly, finally looking at her company as the last bit of sand is released.

MamMon DæMon: "... I’m actually here to make sure you follow through with your plans to beleaguer Kami Island with your overwhelming military size and strength, Ms. James."

With her suspicion at full tilt, the leader of Vinland, and commander of an advanced weapons Air Force, narrows her eyes.

MamMon DæMon: "In less than 5 months after the alien invasion, you had established a secure sanctuary in this entire state with it’s back towards the ocean, and grew larger ever since then.

You never actually expected your territorial reign would stretch so far, nor the amount of those who depend on you would reach out as far as 10 million souls."

The Sheriff looks at her opponent up and down before answering.

Jesse James: "You must be talking out your ass, cuz I’ve always been dead set on saving the world, and being the first leader of the ’New World’."

MamMon DæMon: "Hm?

The ’New World’?

Ototototo! That’s not very original, is it?"

Ignoring the patronizing remark, the magically gifted pink haired woman continues her plan.

Jesse James : "A post-post-apocalyptic world.

My ground forces have steadily been gaining territory back from those ice monsters over the past 2 years, and we are currently moving both south and west to regain land, while also saving any survivors we find on the way."

MamMon DæMon: "’Saving’, you say?

Do you mean the mandatory 8 months of indentured servitude for anyone over 15 or not pregnant? Are those the people who you ’save’? 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

What about those who refuse, or question the system in which you run? Are they ’saved’ once you have them murdered by your subordinates who aren’t acknowledged by Seiõr? The same subordinates who truly believe you are the embodiment of righteousness, and your agenda will lead the world to ultimate justice."

Ashamed, the woman in her mid twenties, takes a sigh of disappointment in herself, and her archaic policies.

Jesse James: "I’m sure you are aware, we all have to do our part in a community, to ensure the happiness of the greater good.

I don’t take pride being the one who enforces the superficially evil ways to maintain the structure of a post modern society, but the truth is, all of humanity’s greatest recorded accomplishments and developmental achievements have been built from the work of forced labor.

The plan has been to abolish the laws of indentured servitude once all those violent aliens have been completely eradicated. With all the numerous, bickering, and bullheaded governments around the world disbanded, and the knowledge we have, humanity at that moment would be united under one, giant governmental umbrella."

Changing the subject, MamMon begins to take steps, but not towards Jesse James. Staying 10 yards away at all times, the DæMon moves diagonally across the sand. The pink ocular sensors of the Sheriff follow her the whole way until MamMon stops at the very end of the crashing tide. The end of her cloak just out the reach of the night waves.

MamMon DæMon: "I witnessed your little spat with Skalmönd and her Yang Vessel boyfriend over in their territory.

Not bad for someone who wasn’t pushed to be a weapon their entire life."

Jesse James: "...’Yang Vessel’?

’Skalmönd’?

Are you referring to...?"

Being the calculated leader she is, the 2nd Generation quickly puts together the newest titles of Katsu and Shelly.

She instantly remembers her battle earlier with Shelly, Katsu, and Madame Fryer.

Jesse James(thinking): *So those two are special units, but why is this woman mentioning them?

And she said ’their territory’, but does that mean she isn’t allied with them?

Either matter, this woman and those two I fought, need to be taken out appropriately before they cause anymore trouble for me and the people of Vinland.*

MamMon DæMon: "May I ask you something, since we are in a moment of apocalyptic diplomacy?"

There is not a ’yes’ or ’no’ which comes from the asked party. So MamMon asks anyway.

MamMon DæMon: "I had noticed something with my sister’s 2nd Generation sidekick while they were visiting earlier, and I must ask you, when you first saw the Yang Vessel, did he steal your heart too?"

The collected Sheriff blushes from the question and then her flush face becomes even more pink after remembering the instance when Katsu had jumped in front of Shelly before their fight.

Jesse James: "I was infatuated with his bravery and benevolence as the weakest of three, but I don’t see how that has anyth-"

MamMon DæMon: "I’ll take that as a ’yes’."

Jesse James’ nose twitches in irritation from the attempted power move of interruption. Inside her too long trench coat sleeves, both her fists ball up.

Knowing she has slightly triggered her opponent, the original DæMon chuckles softly.

MamMon DæMon: "Forgive my prying, I forget sometimes that the act of falling in love is fickle for some.

For I too have fallen in love. Not with the same man as you, but his gorgeous rival. "

With both their coverings flapping in a strong, constant swoops of wind, the DæMon seals the deal to initiate war.

MamMon DæMon: "With that being said, I have had plans to defeat Skalmönd for hundreds of years. Way before you were born.

In those years, I had never planned for her to acquire an allegiance with someone so conspiratorial, nevermind believing she would fall in love with him.

So I warn you, Ms. Sheriff Jesse James, if you do not take that young boy out tomorrow, whom you’ve been ’infatuated’ with, he will flatten all your territory and your people before you can do it to his."