Shattering Humanity

{At the sight of the once known, Son Goku City}

What was last seen as a completely demolished city, covering 24 square miles that once rooted a bustling city, is now the sight of luscious greens split into 3 sections.

The center section covers 20 square miles of thick forest, full of trees that block out the sun with their overlapping leaves. The forest is in between matching, 2 square mile, beautiful open green fields. With a row of residential apartments on each end.

Persephone is walking through the forest, alone, without a SeiõrShield, mumbling to herself. Something she mumbles makes her stop and the young 18 year old woman pulls out an extremely small flashlight and a notepad with a pen in the binding. She clicks the button on one end of the flashlight and the light shines from the other end. Persephone grips the flashlight in her teeth and shines the light on the notepad as she writes.

Unknowingly to her, something is watching her.

Hiding in the distance.

Persephone finishes her note, puts the pen back in the binding of the notepad, clicks the flashlight off, and puts the kit back in her fanny pack before continuing on her way through the forest.

The growling stalker watches the young writer walk towards the bright tree line and the ominous being vanishes back into the darkness.

After another short walk, Persephone exits the forest while writing in her small notepad again.

Persephone: "...And both women had complete faith in the decisions their respective man made. All they could do now, was try as hard as possible to make sure the men they loved, didn’t regret their decisions."

Meanwhile, within the dense forest, a girl with a sad blue SeiõrShield runs with heavy breathing. Swerving through the trees, she looks behind her, seeming to be running from something.

The sounds of chains ring all around her and the specific noise echoes through the forest.

As the girl looks back, she sees a dark figure jump from tree to tree, in pursuit of her. The poor prey, not paying attention, runs into a tree, falls to the ground, and her SeiõrShield fades.

A female scream echoes, making the resting birds nearby, fly away.

The echoes reach Persephone and the beautiful writer quickly spins around.

As if out of thin air, MamMon appears behind her.

MamMon DæMon: "It never ceases to amaze me, how you are routinely the first to find your way out of these woods that I have cultivated, Per Se Phōnē. Especially without a SeiõrShield."

Persephone: "Thank you, Madame MamMon, but do you mind calling me by my actual name? If it is true that we share the same bloodline, I’m happy that we found each other, but it might get too confusing."

MamMon slightly bows.

MamMon DæMon: "I’ll try my best to stop the habit. Just like my original name, it doesn’t quite, roll off the tongue the same. However, I’ll respect my little cousin’s wishes."

Persephone looks back into the forest she just walked from. The blonde haired, blue eyed DæMon notices Persephone’s fixed attention and smiles.

MamMon DæMon: "Is there something else you wish to ask, cousin."

The adorable and innocent 2nd Generation DæMon collects her thoughts, and asks her questions, while keeping her eyes on the tree line.

Persephone: "It’s just... I still don’t understand why all us who you recruited have to cross this forest everyday, Madame MamMon. I thought being accepted by Seiõr wasn’t common and seen as a blessing. So why are you having us newly discovered Seiõr users, go through this forest and why does it seem like less and less people are making it through?"

MamMon DæMon (chuckles): "Since you are an anomaly, it’s understandable you don’t find any difficulty in crossing this forest. You see, my dearest cousin, I’m creating a team of the 11 strongest Seiõr users at my disposal. To test you all, in the forest is one of the most feared, four legged, beasts to ever be thought of by humanity."

Persephone’s eyes widen with interest.

Persephone: "...’Thought of’...? Wait, if it’s a beast created from imagination, then how is it here in reality?"

MamMon takes a moment, calculating what she should say out loud.

MamMon DæMon(thinking): *Since the Vessel of Yin has begun using foresight and my weak little sister’s alien ability in tandem, I have to be careful of what I say out loud.*

Persephone tilts her head in confusion making the DæMon realize her time limit to answer.

MamMon DæMon: "It’s embarrassing to admit but my weakness is Seiõr fermentation. My strength however, is Seiõr control within my own created technique, ’SeiõrShots’. Both forms of techniques require the storing of certain Seiõr energies but my SeiõrShots allow me to release condensed energy, immediately, at their desired size."

From the sleeve of her cloak, MamMon reveals the dagger she used to kill the Icemen in what was once Hanabi City’s Park.

MamMon DæMon: "This weapon, Heaviathen, not only speeds up the accumulation of Seiõr energy for my SeiõrShots, but also increases their overall effectiveness. Only those of us actually accepted by Seiõr, can see this weapon’s true form, but those who aren’t accepted or need those alien eyes to be connected to Seiõr, see it as a transformative cycle of weapons that have saved and ended human lives throughout time for both good and evil intentions."

Her hand and the legendary weapon it holds disappears back into the DæMon’s sleeve.

MamMon DæMon: "As where the other form of technique requires a certain concentration to ferment Seiõr into PsychoSeiõr. It’s a real pain in the ass for me, but I was born with the capabilities to ’accomplish anything I set my mind to’, I guess..."

Persephone flips to a clean page in her hand sized notepad and is writing all the information she’s being told.

Persephone: "If you don’t mind me asking, how powerful was the strongest SeiõrShot you’ve ever made, Madame MamMon?"

MamMon DæMon(chuckles): "I don’t like to brag, but the Erinyes Revolution of the old Sister Mountains wasn’t my first act of assisting revenge, just to test my own capabilities. Neither was disguising myself as a man to do so. I’m sure you remember the two first and most famous acts of nuclear Seiõr used in warfare, ever recorded throughout human history."

Persephone: "Two acts of... Nuclear... Seiõr?"

After a short moment of realization, Persephone knows exactly what the "two nuclear events" the DæMon is referring to, are.

Persephone: "You? You’re the person who created the first nuclear bombs?"

MamMon wags a finger to deny the assumption.

MamMon DæMon: "’Nuclear Bombs’, are what humans, unfamiliar with Nuclear Seiõr, called them. Nuclear energy, no matter how toxic their byproducts, is natural energy. In actuality, they were the results from 11 straight days of condensed nuclear Seiõr energy, in two separate forms, and with different amounts of time storing the nuclear Seiõr energy. The first, ’Littell Boi’, only had 5 days worth of stored nuclear energy. The name became ironic however, after it caused more deaths and damage than the second, which I had 11 days worth of stored nuclear Seiõr."

Persephone is no longer writing in her notepad, shocked, from the reveal of actual history behind the inaugural nuclear bombs. The pen falls to the green grass at her feet.

MamMon DæMon: "I had to make the events look like it was the Yang humans ignorant of Seiõr, who caused the impossible destruction. First was the tactical silent assassination of the proper Yin leader, and the transition to his Yang replacement.

After I stood on the spot where the useless container would land I fired my nuclear SeiõrShots at their metal toys as they fell. The Nuclear Sun-like Seiõr consumed the false bomb and changed every atom within it’s blast zone to individual versions of our sun. Only real Seiõr control can achieve such results, not human science."

Persephone snaps out of it and look down for her pen. She finds it, picks it up, and begins jotting down the info/insperation.

MamMon DæMon: "Believe it or not, the size of both those two insanely destructive SeiõrShots, were no bigger than a 9mm bullet when they left the tip of the legendary weapon, but quickly grew into miniature suns above Japan.

With ’PhatMain’, however, I may have ’blew my load’ a little early and reduced the amount of ’would be damage’ from my 11 day shot."

Lersephone gives a comedic look of disgust towards her DæMon cousin.

Persephone: "Okay, just for the record, let’s try using a different way of phrasing that last sentence next time, please..."

MamMon continues without skipping a beat.

MamMon DæMon: "I had to spoon feed those ’Noble Prize minds’ with science and make them think their silly little contraptions were the cause for the successful retaliation. As well as the beginning to the end of a major global war. I operated in a way the government powers at the time wouldn’t get suspicious but also so they couldn’t actually replicate my power. The study of ’science’ is the human’s laughable attempt at explaining and replicating Seiõr control, without having to actually acknowledge that the universal energy exists.

Only one other person has created a bigger explosion...

My power alone was able to end a global war, without any active retaliation in return."

Persephone, once again stops writing to take a moment and remember the events of the war, that proceeded after the DæMon supposedly intervened.

Persephone(thinking): *Is Seiõr really that powerful of an energy form, that it can accomplish what most humans have attempted to obtain since the ending of the first war amongst humans? The ability to end all war, without anybody able to stop them?*

MamMon DæMon: "Humans could never even attempt to achieve victory with an overwhelming physical force that they, themselves, create. Only the power of an Erinyes Angel could accomplish such results of retribution, without any consequence and only satisfaction."

Persephone: "Wait, so what does that have to do with the ’most feared beast’ within the forest?"

For the first time MamMon’s face gets flush and embarrassed after realizing she’s been expressing her unique bragging rights and getting off the original topic.

MamMon DæMon: "I was getting to that."

Persephone: "Oop...sorry..."