Shattering Humanity-Chapter 80: "I Have More Bad News."

Underneath the Sister Mountains in a dark metal room where the pitch black silhouettes for two of the three ’Sisters’ are sitting in their giant chairs, waiting. The silhouette without any features other than a crown, the apparent ’King-pin’, Morta, the one who contributed the most to the underground sections of the mountains, is tapping the table of his section impatiently. His single glass of whiskey has a ball of ice in it.

Nona, the "Pompadour Silhouette" is shown drinking fancy wine straight from the bottle and his shaking hands making him struggle to sip.

The silhouette that is usually surrounded by cats isn’t present and neither are his pets. Morta stops tapping and slams his fist to the table.

Morta: "Does that sick bastard really think NOW is an appropriate time to be getting his rocks off? He better get back before Nephilim does. What the fuck is going on? I’m starting to get tired of that sex addicted weirdo."

Nona finishes their bottle and puts it on the section on the table in front of him, he stares at it then holds his head in his hands.

Nona: "They warned us. When we laughed at them. And mocked their threats of terrorism. We only poked them harder, by ignoring them and making a group from our own academy’s infamous ’terrorists’."

Morta grabs his glass and carefully swirls the ice ball inside. He takes a sip and puts the glass back down.

Morta: "It just so happened that there was someone with enough balls in their little cult willing to commit an act of terrorism on innocent people over what we said to them. What, you feel bad for the dead mice, Nona? Stop being a little bitch. These mountains protect the enslaved mice. We’ve shielded them from the actual horrors of the world and created a false sense of normalcy that requires them to find ’jobs’ like before the apocalypse. I thought you understood the world’s economic order of mice and men, Nona. That’s why you’re in charge of the mountain containing all the reasons for the mice to spend their cheese from their jobs. In the end, all that was lost really, was a shuttle full of ’expendable slaves’ that we took in from an actual Hell. The only real pain in the ass is filling out the paperwork to call for the 25% tax increase."

Nona: "But that’ll be a total of 60% now taken from their pay! We already raised the taxes by 9% yesterday after declaring Mina Daisuki and his group as terrorists. That money was supposed to go towards more security! But instead we embezzled 3% each. The people are going to ask questions about where that money actually went. Not only that but there will definitely be conspiracy theories about the attack being a false flag, just to raise taxes. The false sense of security we implanted into the people is the reason nobody questioned someone equipped with our own military equipment getting on a public shuttle."

Morta (snickering): "After the word gets out that the tax increase is to fund the rebuild of the destroyed shuttle system, what are they gunna do? The working class human who must prove to us their value through work, sees their free time as very valuable, some see it more valuable than their work or wealth.

But being part of a God blessed family with generational wealth, allows us to have TOO much free time, so we have no other choice but feel obligated to fix their shuttle, and we’ll need to redig a tunnel around the previous wreck of course. We’ll just say we dug it up and pocket the funds that would have been used. Once the mice have to wait longer for a shuttle, and the total wasted time, in their worthless lives keeps adding up, they’ll get over the taxes.

I’m sure Nephilim has told the mountains news reporters a decent lie to cover our asses, in case anyone says they want their family members’ bodies for a proper funeral."

Nona presses a button within his sitting reach. He is visibly frustrated as he continues pressing the button.

Nona: "That’s another thing, you actually trust that lunatic, maniacal, serial killer? Who knows if he’s plotting to turn on us just because he’s got an eye and the military power that we gave him."

Morta lights a cigar with his torch, exposing a fragment of his scarred face, once again tossing the cigar torch on the table, right next to his gun.

Morta: "Because we have the wealth of God to create the human desire to live longer, it forces the slaves to contribute to the economy that we own and an economic bank we can take from, whenever we want. The same economy that creates even more ways for these dumb, poor, peons to forget about what’s happening in the real world!"

Nona gripping his head, snaps and stands up quickly.

Nona: "For God’s sake, stop talking like I don’t know how everything works! It’s not the worker ants I’m worried about! It’s Me, Myself, and I, that’s who I’m worried about. What if those psychopaths from the ’real terrorists organization’ manage to sneak in here and get closer to us?"

There is a moment of silence before Morta starts cackling.

Morta: "HHAHAHA! Nona!!! We were lucky enough to be born into families, blessed by the infinite wealth of God. That wealth translates to the ability to control those not given this gift that we rightfully inherited from our family. Not only are there men and women willing to give us their entire lively hood to be in our military but they enforce and follow the rules of our government, even if they don’t agree with them, just for the safety within the boundaries of our protection and your mountain to keep them preoccupied with it’s shops, restaurants, and places to dick around and not ask questions about what we’re up to.

WE are the ones in control of an entire military.

WE are the ones who own a dangerous hitman. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

WE are the saviors of those expendables that died.

In actuality, they were blessed by us, to die from suffocation under stone and dirt, becoming an actual part of our mountains, forever. Instead of being eaten alive by those ice monsters and probably shit back out in Hell."

There is a knock at the door, both men look and the scared secretary with glasses creeps in with her hands in front of her mouth.

Secretary: "U-U-Um, ex-ss-ss-AHH!"

She yells in fear as the empty bottle hits the corner of the open door making it rain shattered glass over the terrified young woman crouched in a fetal position, her glasses fallen to the floor.

Q single tear lands on the now scratched lens.

The poor girl is shaking and crying while the man yells at her.

Nona: "God damn it, you stupid, incompetent, bitch! I told you, when I was the one to call your retarded stuttering ass, it was only for a new glass of wine from my curation!"

A hand softly lands on the back of the secretary and she looks back quickly in horror. The blurry figure puts her wiped off glasses, without any bottle glass, back on her beautiful face. She blushes seeing Nephilim smiling down at her with pain and pity in his red left eye and right IceEye, through a slight visible scratch in her perspective.

Nephilim: "Only a little bit longer, Eden, I’m sorry it’s taking a little bit more time than I expected. I’ll have Silph deliver a new pair for you by tonight. Now go and grab his wine please."

The young woman, Eden, wipes her eyes and nods before jogging off. He enters while Morta yells at his business partner.

Morta: "Nona, I swear to God, if you had hit her in the head and made her even more retarded, it would’ve been you who-"

Nephilim: "I’m sorry to bother you gentlemen in a moment of tension and with a few unfortunate circumstances still unexplained. The first, Nona, sir, you must have started buzzing for her while she was escorting me here, I apologize, on her behalf and I told her to grab your next bottle."

The silhouette unmoved by the genuine elegance of Nephilim’s explanation and apology for the misunderstanding, can be seen with his arms crossed, leaning back.

Nona: "Good. The tard better be quick. Speaking of quick, where the hell is that man-whore Decima?"

Nephilim clears his throat and opens his eyes, revealing they are in 2nd Stage, with his smokey aura.

Nephilim: "You see ’sirs’, that is my second unfortunate circumstance to explain. I have some more bad news for the both of you. As I was leaving my building to come here, your ’business partner’ Decima, was found dead. His cause of death was getting caught in the act of raping the wrong author/secretary next door from my office."