Shattering Humanity-Chapter 432: "...10 Feet In Length & 28 Inches In Diameter."

Chapter 432: "...10 Feet In Length & 28 Inches In Diameter."

"Again, it came to the third power, which is called ’Ignorance.’ [It] interrogated the soul and [said], ’Where are you going? In wickedness you’re bound. Since you’re bound, don’t judge!’

[And] the soul said, ’Why do you judge me, since I haven’t judged? I was bound, even though I haven’t bound. They didn’t recognize me, but I’ve recognized that everything will dissolve – both the things of the [earth] and the things of [heaven].’

When the soul had overcome the third power, it went up and saw the fourth power, which took seven forms:

The first form is Darkness;

The second, Desire;

The third, Ignorance;

The fourth, Zeal for Death;

The fifth, the Kingdom of the Flesh;

The sixth, the Foolish ’Wisdom’ of Flesh;

The seventh, the ’Wisdom’ of Anger." -Gospel of Mary 8:16-18

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[Belarus, Current Day]

Within the luscious green forest of what was formally known as the protected Bielaviežskaja pušča National Park a large Great Grey Owl leaves its roosted branch and swoops down through the foliage.

From the hunting bird’s incredibly keen perspective it notices the back of an unsuspecting, pure white, and out of place hen strutting and picking at the ground, searching for food.

Surprisingly, around the neck of the alone, defenseless poultry, is a giant lime green emerald attached to a 24 karat gold necklace.

A drop of blood falls on a brown, dried leaf and a worn out boot steps on it.

Before the stalking owl can swoop in on the easy, vulnerable prey, a high pitched sniffle startles not only the swooping predator away, but also the farming chicken it was about to attack.

The white hen clucks and bawks as it runs away through the forest.

It randomly twists and turns around trees and bounds over uneven land to find safety.

As it comes to a stop the hen’s head tilts and swivels, the seemingly intelligent chicken, believing it has possibly found safety, releases a relieving sigh.

DeMogorgon DæMon: "Get out here, Völva!’

Scaring the chicken with over animated expressions, the pair of DæMons who were last seen in Italy have made the trip across the continent and have cornered the jewelry wearing hen.

Looking down on the trapped bird are the tiny, trolling DeMogorgon DæMon and the slice injured Abaddon DæMon.

Abaddon DæMon: "We need a word with you, Madame Yaga."

[MamMon’s Southern Apartments]

Walking down from the top steps of the largest apartment complex in the group of 7, MaMmon DæMon, the pitiful Poppa, energetic Buzz, and the built military woman Nomad make their way passed the next lowest level occupant’s closed doors.

Leading the way down the next set of brightly lit, spiral steps is the highly dangerous and mysterious hooded DæMon twin.

The still scared and jittery Poppa jumps when smaller Buzz grabs her shoulders and hops, attaching her tiny body in a piggy back to get a look at their new leader.

Buzz: "So Mizzuz Blonde Chick, when can I start getting to work?!

I had this awesome dream last night, so there are a few ’PPs’ I need to start working on, pronto or else I’ll explode!!"

She throws her hands up, but her tiny legs are being held tight by Poppa.

Her aunt, following at the rear of the group, gives a raised eyebrow towards her niece’s acronym.

Nomad: "...’PPs’?"

Little Buzz is now riding on the back of the surprisingly strong Poppa and answers upside-down with a cute, annoyed expression.

Buzz: "Project Prospects..."

Astonishingly making her way down the stairs with the child-sized woman swinging her body weight back and forth, Poppa softly giggles at her new friend.

A small chuckle as well comes from the head of the group and they all look ahead at the hood wearer as she talks to them with her back turned.

MaMmon DæMon: "Don’t over exert yourself now, for I shall grant you not only the materials you require for your quest through the Æther, but also the appropriate space to do so.

However, I do ask of one single favor in return..."

Silently skeptical, Nomad shifts and narrows her eyes at the back of her new Queen’s head.

Her niece however, is undeterred by the offer from a DæMon. Buzz leans forward in excitement, almost making her and Poppa fall, but the black haired, new IceEye user quickly catches her footing on the next step.

Buzz: "Really like a lab?!

Whatchu need?!?

I gotchu you with whatever you want!"

With her devious smile hidden and facing away from the group, the plotting blonde answers.

MaMmon DæMon: "Well, the word on the street is, my new little technician, you can make a container for certain concentrated Seiõr energies."

Buzz confidently puffs out her flat chest and thumbs it with pride.

Buzz: "Daammnn right I did!

I was the first to create the Buzz Battery almost a year ago."

Poppa is now incredibly invested in her new ally’s resumé turns her head as much as she can to look at the woman riding her back.

Poppa: "You seem to really like alliteration.

What was it made out of?"

Seemingly happy to oblige, Buzz continues with the confidence in her voice.

Buzz: "Out of a hollowed out, sealed shut, stainless steel refrigerator. Then filled it with carbonated sparkling water and sweet natural sucose sugars.

There was someone in our group who had these special sleeves that allowed her to pump it full of Seiõr."

Still willfully carrying the boastful inventor is Poppa, and she too becomes interested in the conversation while holding in place the smaller woman’s legs.

Poppa: "That combination of ingredients.

Sounds li-like soda?"

With her arms folded on top of her rides’s black haired head, Buzz shrugs off the comparison.

Buzz: "Kinda sorta.

I originally thought the same thing, so I tried replacing the sparkling water and cane sugar with cola.

However, all forms of soda usually have a syrup that give it the beverage a distinct taste or flavor. For whatever reason, those additional, unnatural ingredients decrease the overall life of the Buzz Battery."

Finally getting to the bottom of the six story apartment complex, the group continues their descent into the basement of the building.

While riding on in the back of her new colleague, Buzz curiously sniffs Poppa’s jet black hair.

MaMmon flicks on the light switch and leads the non-hesitant group down the now dim lit spiral staircase.

MaMmon DæMon: "Well it is just as you stated before, my itsy-bitsy inventor..."

Now playfully chewing on Poppa’s hair, Buzz intriguingly looks over at her new resources prodvider in even larger confusion.

MaMmon DæMon: "...Those ’additional ingredients’ are not natural, unlike the simple formula you used to pull your successful ’SeiõrContainer’ from the Æther."

Slightly angered, Poppa’s hair falls out of Buzz’s mouth as the irritated inventor corrects her new leader.

Buzz: "It’s a ’Buzz Battery’!"

Playfully going along with the hasty correction, the DæMon smiles with a light hearted response.

MaMmon DæMon: "Since you are the one who traversed the Æther to discover the invention, I will accept your term for this said creation."

Feeling as though she has one an important battle of integrity, Buzz crosses her arms and nods with a proud smile.

Clearly up to her own plans, the highly dangerous woman continues prod the easy to persuade pipsqueak.

MaMmon DæMon: "Either way, may I ask, if I could give you the materials, do believe you could recreate one of your batteries to on a larger scale?"

Now incredibly skeptical, the perceptive Nomad knows exactly what the DæMon is doing, but she keeps quiet.

Her niece however can’t control her pride enough to see through the deception.

Buzz: "I always wanted to build one that was larger!

But I never got my hands on a large enough supply of steel!

So how big are we talking?

Like two refrigerators big?

Three!?!"

Smiling inside the shadows of her hood, the blue eyes of the plotting woman glow.

MaMmon DæMon: "Well with that amount of enthusiasm, could I expect anything less than something 10 feet in length and 28 inches in diameter?"

Buzz’s heterospecies ocular sensors turn into bright stars as she gets extremely excited over the proposed size of a Buzz Battery.

Buzz: "Woah, are you fucking with me?!

You got that much steel and soldering material?!"

Knowing she has her catch hooked, MaMmon has to bite her lip to prevent from giggling and giving herself away.

MaMmon DæMon: "And much, MUCH more."

The group gets to the bottom of the cement staircase and the followers stop in their tracks as their eyes adjust to the dim lighting.

MaMmon snaps her fingers and a row of lights lights the way. Across the typical, unfinished apartment basement is a shiny, reflective, reenforced metal wall.

An equally shiny door is closed with a matching metal wheel to seal it shut.

Now having a slight feeling of guilt, Nomad looks at her niece’s ride as they walk towards the door.

Buzz can barely contain herself, bobbing and swinging left to right while Poppa holds her legs.

Nomad: "Poppa, hun, is she bothering you?

It’s a little ironic but it can be hard to make my niece ’buzz off’."

Everyone except the smallest of the group giggles at the pun, while Buzz gives an annoyed, silent, stiff lipped response.

Poppa: "No, no it’s fine."

She takes a moment to self reminisce before explaining the reasoning behind her own abnormal strength.

Poppa: "My grandmother was on the smaller side, just like Ms. Buzz here. So when she was getting closer to her end, even though I was only 12 years old at the time, I would piggyback carry my Nanà up and down the stairs, just like this."

Immediately changing the mood, as well as the attention of the trailing three women is the noise of a high pitched, whining drill. Almost like the one heard usually at a dentist office.

The unanimously bone chilling noise sends shivers down the spines to each of the non-DæMon females.

MaMmon however is unfazed, turning around to see the others stalling a few steps back.

She makes eye contact especially with Nomad.

MaMmon DæMon: "Well, what are you waiting for?

Time to reunite yourselves and get acquainted with your new lab partners."

With one strong motion from the cloaked woman the door wheel spins, it’s prongs blur together until stopping immediately with an echoing *KURCHUNK*.

As MaMmon easily pulls open the heavy stainless steel door, the whining from the tooth drill becomes more audible but stops after noticing their guest’s arrival.

Once wide open, both Buzz and Nomad’s eyes widen, but their oculars immediately moisten with an accompanied smile of relief and to them, the familiar voice of an ally thought to be dead welcomes their arrival.

Holliday: "Well lookie here!

If it was enough of a blessing to have my guardian angel not only deliver me to heaven, and give me purpose, but she also brought the ol’ band back together!"