Shattering Humanity-Chapter 477: Go Fish Poor Sport
’Land that drinks in the rain often falling on it and that produces a crop useful to those for whom it is farmed receives the blessing of God. But land that produces thorns and thistles is worthless and is in danger of being cursed. In the end it will be burned.
Even though we speak like this, dear friends, we are convinced of better things in your case—the things that have to do with salvation.
God is not unjust; he will not forget your work and the love you have shown him as you have helped his people and continue to help them. We want each of you to show this same diligence to the very end, so that what you hope for may be fully realized.
We do not want you to become lazy, but to imitate those who through faith and patience inherit what has been promised.’ -Hebrews 6:7-12
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{Erebus City}
The setting sun having faded beneath the horizon, but the last of its rays providing just enough light as SeiõrSnow continues to gently fall.
An alleyway between two unfixed buildings has become completely fogged up with lime green smoke and a female coughing fit can be heard coming from the unusual 2nd Generation DæMon.
Still on her giant tortoise, bright red fireflies flickering around her, a sleeping albino koala on her shoulder, and a cooing hen on her lap. The gothic dressed witch surrounded by an animal possé, is now sniffling. Heavily applied mascara running, and smudged down her to cheeks. She examines her large hand of cards with now ’extra pink and barely open eyes’.
Both hookah ends held on the same side of her closed mouth, the backwards speaker removes the smoking devices to call out her move.
Baba Yaga: "?seerht yna evah you oD"
Still hanging out in the dim red lit area is Peyton and Jay. With cards in their hands, both are sitting on a thick picnic blanket given to them by the magical emo.
Speechless, confused Jay looks at his friend for a translation.
The man with shaved red hair and an orange/blue eye, has obviously taken a few more tokes from the offered peace pipe. His face stuck in a half smile and with low eyes he turns to his roommate.
Peyton: "She asked if you have any Threes, Bro."
The uneasy member of the bunch looks at his hand being helpfully lit by a few large red fireflies. Jay shakes his head and Peyton reveals the bad news to their anxiously awaiting hostess.
Peyton: ".hsiF oG"
Disappointed in herself, the over-animated goth slaps her forehead in frustration.
Baba Yaga: "!tihs gnikcuF"
The sudden loud reaction causes the all white koala hanging to her shoulder to wake up for a moment, opening each red eye individually, then yawning before nestling into its caretaker and falling back asleep.
The struggling Go Fish player pouts as she aggressively removes the top card off the draw deck and adds it to her 15+ card hand.
The unnecessary stress from this casual card game causes Baba Yaga to take another deep rip from her double hookahs.
Jay leans closer to his more relaxed friend, who is now under the influence of whatever is burning in the tortoise’s shell, and the sober young man makes an otherwise obvious observation about the suspicious goth DæMon.
Jay: "Hey, if this chick has the same powers as Queen MamMon, wouldn’t she know what cards we have, or at least be able to guess one right?"
They both take a quick glance at the seemingly harmless woman, and the men notice she isn’t holding her hand of cards side by side vertically, but instead her wrist is turned, elbow out so each card is being held from top to bottom horizontally. Instead of tilting her hand to read the cards, she tilts her head.
Peyton: "I don’t think this woman has the same... mindset as Ms. MamMon, but she definitely has something up about her.
Don’t worry, I’m sure if anything happens, our truly all knowing Queen will show up to save us like she always does."
Realizing it’s his turn, Peyton looks at Baba Yaga and asks her...
Peyton: "?sgniK yna evah uoy oD"
Throwing her head back, pink eyes rolling in desperation, she pulls out a card from her grip, giving a King of diamonds to the correctly guessing guest.
Jay: "Uhhh..."
Without skipping a beat, Peyton looks at his friend and asks...
Peyton: "Got any 2s over there, bud?"
Jay checks his hand and passes over a 2 of spades to the correct guesser.
Putting the matching pair in his own discard pile, the ex-lookout of Roronora City pumps his fist in excitement.
Peyton: "Oh boy, you can just call me Butter!"
Jay chuckles at the one liner, and how serious his new acquaintance is taking this no stakes child’s game.
With only one card left in his hand, the heat streaking player smirks at a comedically sweating Baba Yaga. Nervous of her ultimate defeat, the 2nd Generation DæMon’s pink eyes dash back and forth between Peyton then at her own quarter deck hand.
Peyton: "?straeh fo neeuQ eht evah uoy od tub ,sseug detacude na si siht ,emadaM-"
Before he can finish his sentence in reverse, both Jay and Peyton are caught off guard and get cut all around their bodies by the skin slicing playing cards thrown at them.
Surprised from the unwarranted attack after their friendly game, the cut up men fall to their backs. They crawl backwards to create distance, and the startled pair of men look at their previously hospitable hostess.
2nd Generation DæMon blooded pink eyes release a matching colored aura from her irises.
The soft long, shadow black hair now moving like tentacles above her scalp.
The resting albino koala has fallen off the peaceful perch, and is growling on the concrete, foaming from the mouth, and slowly grows larger.
The blood red fireflies buzz around their bloodthirsty master so fast, the bugs create what appears to be a transparent orb of crimson lazers.
The giant tortoise has hidden inside itself, the green smoke that was transferred through the hookahs is being expelled from the shell holes. It no longer smells nostalgic to the boys, but more like direct skunk fumes.
And finally, the harmless hen is squawking chaotically and running in circles before she *POPs!* out of existence.
The once warming smile full of spiked teeth is now suddenly more compatible with the deep grunge tone that escapes black anger spitting lips.
Baba Yaga: "!detaehc uoY"
In no way capable of handling the magically overpowered witch on their own, both Peyton and Jay can only nervously get back to their feet. Neither unable to look away from their possible emotionally unstable killer.
Peyton: "!t’ndid I oN "
Baba Yaga: "!pu tuhS
!meht fo tser eht ekil tsuj er’uoy tub ,sdneirf erew ew thguoht I"
Jay: "Why is she flipping out all of a sudden?!"
Peyton: "She thinks I cheated!"
The dark skinned man is completely dumbstruck by the knowledge this tantrum assault is all because of a game of Go Fish.
Holding out her black painted nails Baba Yaga’s hand becomes engulfed in black/dark purple SoulSeiõr.
The cards that flew by the defenseless men the first time are either scattered on the ground or stuck in the surrounding two buildings. The 16 cards(all either from the suit of diamonds or hearts) are still covered in the same shade of shared personal energy, and fly back towards their targets.
Noticing the possible threat, the more alert Erinyes soldier throws their own body into his partner.
Jay: "Look out!"
Only one hostile card manages to cut Peyton’s back shoulder due to his buddy’s self sacrifice, but Jay isn’t so lucky.
Multiple cards slash across the back of his legs, his chest, face, the back of his hands, but one slices just above the jugular vein in his neck.
After recouping from his roommate’s selflessness, Peyton sees Jay all sliced up, and scrambles to his feet, kneeling over his bleeding friend.
Peyton: "Jay!"
Looking at their assailant, Peyton is no longer intimidated but furious back at his attacker.
Along with her bloody blinking bugs buzzing around her, the playing cards covered in dark purple and black SharedSoulSeiõr zip around the out of control dark witch.
Quickly sobered up Peyton stands to his feet and in front of his injured comrade, holding his arms out as a human shield.
Just moving his body makes the cuts over his body sting and burn, but Jay manages to barely prop himself up.
Jay: "Run.
Save yourself."
But Peyton doesn’t move.
The albino koala has grown to the size of a silverback gorilla. Foaming teeth turn to face the fresh, slices meat.
With the multiple hostile threats aimed at him, accepting his fate, the newest addition to Tristan and Stephanie’s family smiles confidently in the face of his certain death.
With a grunting growl, Baba Yaga’s controlled cards and the rabid, oversized koala bear rushes for its meal.
Peyton(thinking): *Well, I guess this means I have officially failed my mission...*
A rainbow SoulSeiõrShield covered hand slaps both men on the back and they are immediately given a matching colored SharedSoulSeiõrShield just in time to negate the projectiles also covered SoulSeiõr.
Unlike a sword covered with a Seiõr user’s energy, the cardboard playing cards simply scrap or bounce off their target.
Confused, both Peyton and Jay look at themselves, processing the fact they aren’t dead, but covered in a familiar hue of magic.
Persephone: "Phew! Holy cow...I couldn’t have written a closer save even if I tried!"
Peyton looks at where the rabid koala was charging at them, and is astonished to see MamMon DæMon has the struggling 800+lb beast by the back of the neck, pinned to one of the abandoned buildings.
MamMon DæMon: "Excellent idea to get her angry, Boys. You were able to make this intruder of ours give away her true position."
