Shattering Humanity-Chapter 463: "...More Focused On Growth In Her Personality, Rather Than Being Known For Her Sexuality."

Chapter 463: "...More Focused On Growth In Her Personality, Rather Than Being Known For Her Sexuality."

"When the prayers are over, remember Allah—whether you are standing, sitting, or lying down. But when you are secure, establish regular prayers. Indeed, performing prayers is a duty on the believers at the appointed times.

Do not falter in pursuit of the enemy—if you are suffering, they too are suffering. But you can hope to receive from Allah what they can never hope for. And Allah is All-Knowing, All-Wise.

Indeed, We have sent down the Book to you O Prophet in truth to judge between people by means of what Allah has shown you. So do not be an advocate for the deceitful.

And seek Allah’s forgiveness—indeed, Allah is All-Forgiving, Most Merciful." -Holy Quran An-Nisa 4:103-106

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{MamMon’s Apartments}

No longer watching TV, three of the four quadruplets have fallen asleep on the soft carpet floor.

Side by side, Jamie and Pauline are sprawled out, one arm across the other. While Timothea has colored frozen ice syrup around her mouth and deeply asleep amongst almost a dozen empty paper cones.

Well behaved Petra is the only one of the four kids still awake, and the shepherd quadruplet has almost finished the 350+ page novel she’s been reading.

Stephanie has also managed to find some time to rest. The icepack that has turned to cold liquid sits on Tristan’s shoulder and the cute sleeper’s less swollen cheek rests on top.

Sitting in the same row of chairs along the wall is an awake Ichythis. A dozed off Isfet is leaning on her larger smoking buddy’s shoulder, and a mumble napping Bethany on the end is laying her head on the eye patched sleeper’s chest.

Bethany(sleep-talking): "Mmm, Icky.

I didn’t know you were holding both in your pants.

Ooo and they’re both dripping.

That’s so se...*yaaawwn*...kshhhhi...."

She nuzzles her face deeper in Isfet’s cleavage as both Tristan and Ichythis shake their heads, rolling their heterospecies eyes at the inappropriate dream being narrated.

The two main targets of the promiscuous girl talk quietly enough, as to not wake anybody.

Ichythis: "Has she always been like that?"

The Squad 1 student captain jokingly answers.

Tristan: "I have no idea what you’re talking about. Don’t you like to make everyone else around you uncomfortable with unsolicited carnality and awkward debauchery?"

The two inaudibly laugh together and the young man tries to defend his pushy female friend.

Tristan(nods): "She’s done stuff like this ever since I’ve known her.

I don’t know why she thinks it is acceptable, but her overcharged sexual interests have been exasperated since you two showed up. That’s neither of your fault, but if I were you, I wouldn’t lead her on too much."

Ichythis: "Thanks for the advice.

I’ll be sure to try and remember it."

The man of the hospitable home softly pets sleeping Steph’s lime green hair while he continues talking.

Tristan: "The three of us had every combat training class scheduled together, it may have been the reason we ended up on Squad 1 together.

Usually when a homewrecker tries to make a man cheat, the girlfriend would be confrontational if she knew, but not Steph."

Ichythis looks down at the softly snoring older sister to the crown quadruplets.

Tristan: "Three weeks into our starting academic career, with Steph able to hear her, Bethany interrupted our training, and shamelessly tried to make me abandon my commitments, for a quick fling."

The faithful man chuckles and barely shakes his head in disregard of the usual problematic incident.

Tristan: "I became more proud and fell more in love with Stephanie after that day.

Instead of getting in Bethany’s face, cussing the ’school slut’ out, Steph just smiled and waited for me to reject the offer.

She knew I wouldn’t ruin what we have together.

She knew our priceless times together, our memories dating all the way back from when we were kids, they are worth more to me than any form of temptation could."

The well fit ex-lobster fisher with her own unwavering integrity, doesn’t mask her sarcastic tone.

Ichythis: "Wow. So you’re telling me you weren’t horny after the town prostitute offered to get you possibly caught, embarrassed, and ruin your life?

Impressive."

Letting the snarky tone roll off him, Tristan subtly snorts out a chuckle.

Tristan: "From the rumors I’ve heard, and what she doesn’t deny, you might not be surprised by how much she was said to have got around."

Ichythis side eyes the slumbering woman burying her face in Isfet’s boobs.

Ichythis: "Oh yea?

Try me."

The man who repeatedly turned down the infamous girl’s advances shakes his head, bringing up Bethany’s troubled past.

Tristan: "From what I have accepted as the truth, Bethany only did what she had to in order to survive and in reality, it doesn’t matter anymore.

Now with a place to sleep, and food everyday, she doesn’t have to corrupt herself spiritually with people who may take advantage of her or kill her."

Feeling the resting head on her shoulder rise, Ichythis looks at Isfet.

The woman dependant on her symbiote for vision, rubs the closed symbiote as she wakes from her nap.

Isfet: "Did I...fall asleep for long?"

Without an answer, the ex-homie of Don Laban DaeMon notices a heaviness on her chest and looks down to see drooling, sleeping Bethany.

Tristan: "I can only hope that over time, she becomes more focused on the growth in her personality, rather than being known for her sexuality."

Unwilling to be confrontational with the invasion of her personal space, Isfet’s tan skinned face glows a soft pink.

Isfet: "Uh, um..."

Her symbiote looks over at Ichythis for help but the tall, blood haired woman winks her red left eye, and sticks the tip of her tongue out, playfully telling her friend she is in the situation alone.

Having already finished their dental appointments, Jay and Peyton have left the building.

As well as Buzz, Poppa, Nomad, and Wilson.

This leaves the blonde haired witch, in a Money Tree cloak, alone in the row of chairs along the adjacent wall of chairs.

Silently zoned out, with a scowling expression on her face, MaMmon DæMon has a restless, bouncing knee.

Watching the multiple events happening around the island with her Nye-omnipotency, the enemy to Takamagahara, watches the group become stronger as a unit, in result of this unplanned war.

MaMmon DæMon(thinking): *Within 24 hours, both Skalmönd, as well as Ioûnn’s kin, have exponentially advanced in Seiõr techniques. Not to mention, they’ve experienced the horrifying moments and selflessly made decisions, only war can provide.*

With crossed arms, the nervously strategizing warrior grips her biceps tighter while thinking of her group in comparison.

She looks over at the Möntley crew of characters sitting across the opposite wall.

Not counting the others of Erinyes with equally less battle experience as Shelly and the Sanpaku gang.

MaMmon DæMon(thinking): *The rest of the clan of cowards, they all turned down the opportunity to be the first of us waging war on Skalmönd’s reincarnate.

Solely because the true limitations or sporadic possibilities to the SeiõrSpell she cast all those centuries ago are unknown. They’re all relying on rebuilding their own nations of desperates to gather enough SanguineSeiõr to undoubtedly defeat the world’s biggest threat.*

She looks directly at napping Bethany and ponders about one of her DæMon sisters Shelly hasn’t met yet.

MaMmon DæMon(thinking): *We now have the chance to generate the same surplus of SanguineSeiõr as our eldest sister has been able to secretly siphoning.

While the rest of us would never dare touch any man other than the Yin Vessel, Svipul has tricked trillions of socially deprived, sex addicted, futureless deviants in depending on her for their repetitive acts of degeneracy.

While the rest of us had enough integrity to get stronger through our own personalities, our embarrassment of a role model older sister was subtly storing Seiõr for more than 900 years."

Having finished the set of appointments, Nephilim opens the door that separates the waiting room into the area with 4 adjacent procedure rooms behind a reception desk.

The small amount of noise is enough to wake up Stephanie and she carefully touches her lightly swollen face, but with clear reduction, her mouth pain has subsided.

Stephanie: "Tritty?"

Tristan: "Mornin’, Sunshine."

Exiting with the General is Silpheed, Eden, Maniae, and the pouting Arai with a small comedic lump on his head.

Nephilim: "Again, I’m sorry Arai spit his rinse water at you, Mr. Holliday.

He’s a bit of a wild card, but I’m trying to teach him better."

The charismatic dentist chuckles it off and holds out his right hand missing the thumb for a handshake.

Holliday: "Haha it’s nothing.

It actually happens with these kids more than you’d probably think..."

Smiling Nephilim grips the offered sign of peace and appreciation.

Holliday: "...And honestly, it kinda feels like everything is back to normal again, haha!"

The two disconnect and Holliday looks at Silpheed as the group sits in the same chairs as MaMmon.

Holliday: "Like I said earlier General, I understand the importance of one’s personal oath, but if that androgenous assistant has had their jaw wired shut like that for a few years now, they haven’t brushed in that amount of time either.

It would be best if you convinced your colleague to let me get a peek. For their own benefit."

Nephilim: "I completely understand your concern as a healthcare professional for Silpheed, but I promise you, there is nothing I could say that would convince her to remove those steel wires.

It’s a little too much to get into right now, but let’s just say, Silpheed’s guilt dictates whether or not her mouth opens ever again."

Accepting the cryptic explanation as it is, the only dentist in Erinyes territory then turns to face the magical woman who saved him from the clutches of the leaders in New Dodge Prison. Still fidgetting in her chair while the Nye-omnipotency shows what chaos the loving witch is missing out on.

Holliday: "Okay, Ms. Guardian Angel!

Just like you asked for, your company has available dental records, and now, you are the final participant for the day."

The lone twin slowly gets up and struts across the grey painted room.

Her eyes fixated on the floor in front of her as she walks passed Nephilim and his group that just sat back down.

She walks through the held open door, then talks to the Erinyes Angel co-leader with her back still turned.

MaMmon DæMon: "Thank you all for your cooperation and like the others, you’re all dismissed for the day.

Enjoy what time you have together.

Eat a heavy dinner, make sure you get plenty of rest tonight, and have a light breakfast.

Tomorrow’s Holmgang is going to be more interesting than I had originally realized."

Still holding the ice pack over her face, Stephanie looks nervously at Tristan next to her and the intuitive husband to be notices the difference in tone of his area’s Queen.

The lovestruck orthodontist shakes his head to snap out of his pure awe and admiration for the beautiful woman wayyyy out of his league.

He elbows the only other grown man in the group and whispers his personal thoughts to his new pal.

Holliday(whispers): *Oh boy, I can’t wait."

With a raised eyebrow, but paired with an amused half smile, Nephilim doesn’t dare agree with him and watches the excited dentist charmingly hums while following his patient into a cleaning procedure room with the large dentist assistant, Cassidy silently waiting.