Shattering Humanity

Within MamMon DæMon’s newly grown forest, a top heavy, but complete physically fit man with his head down, walks calmly through the dark forest.

Crows are picking at a rotted carcass and fly away when the stranger walks by in his brown boots, crushing a cleanly picked bone.

His medium length black hair is bright red at the ends. He is wearing a tight black v neck T-shirt and cargo pants. A large hunting knife is sheathed on one hip with a whip coiled and clipped to his other.

He is mumbling in a depressed but ominous tone that it’s obvious he has been emotionally broken.

Ominous Man: "Only a few more days Edom. A few days, and that woman MamMon, she’s promised me a chance. A chance for me to get our revenge on that city of oppression, hate, and thugs."

A blood red SeiõrShield begins growing around him as he continues talking to himself.

Ominous Man: "And I swear, my dear Edom, I swear with my own two hands, I’ll make that bitch, Laban, feel the same disparity and emptiness as me. After I put her through the mental torment she put you through."

The built 28 year old man looks up, with a green left eye and an IceEye in his right eye. His expression is filled with rage.

Ominous Man: "I am going to tear the entire city of Roronora to the ground and make Laban watch it all burn, I swear it!"

He stops mid stride and quickly turns his head, focusing on something in the shrubbery, covered in darkness.

The threatening growl of Garmr can be heard as if from every angle around the man, and circling. The young man reaches for his Bowie knife and as soon as he grips the handle, the growling stops.

From behind the vengeful man, MamMon DæMon somehow appears behind him like she did to Persephone outside the forest. But now, somehow, she’s within the forest.

MamMon DæMon: "Garmr must see you fit for our unit, vengeful soldier, Esau. That’s good, because I also have had high hopes for you."

The man brings his hand away from the weapon but the basic raging SeiõrShield is still forming around him. He turns around to face MamMon without saying a word, his expression stuck in anger.

The DæMon waits for him to respond but smiles while looking away, not threatened.

MamMon DæMon (sarcastically): "As punctual as ever..."

She looks in the direction Garmr was in, then back.

MamMon DæMon: "You know, if it wasn’t for my ability to use Seiõr I would have never known about your desire for revenge, prideful Esau. But your personal monologuing prayers have been heard by a true Erinyes Angel.

Sacrifice creates strength, and even without my help, I think you of all people could overcome Skalmönd and her unsolvable SeiõrSpell. After so much losing and suffering, those who are weak no longer depend on hope, but they take matters into their own hands. Along with Garmr, you have also been killing the others, just to speed up the process of selection, have you not?"

Esau continues to stay silent, reaching into the satchel strapped to his backside, he pulls out a half eaten granola bar and takes a bite.

MamMon DæMon: "You’ve killed the others, yet you never take their food or supplies. Usually to power an organic being like us, one must ’consume to produce’. But what qualifies as appropriate consumption to survive?"

As if ignoring her while she talks, Esau finishes the granola bar and puts the wrapper in his satchel. While his hand is still in there, he rummages for something else.

MamMon continues.

MamMon DæMon: "Obviously, the unimaginative thought process would say food, but there are other types of consumption. Consumption and absorption go literally and metaphorically beyond the oral sensors. In reality, everything our senses can identify qualifies as substanance for survival.

It has been proven, without any source of stimulation to our senses, depression is imminent if we don’t have a reason to continue living. Such as the ability to touch something, or someone you cherish living for."

Esau pulls out a braid of all red hair from his bag. He looks at it laying in his hand, a red bow at the end of it.

MamMon DæMon: "The ability to absorb light and sights through our eyes to create and remember vivid memories.

The ability to absorb smells, like the pheromones of a mate, to initiate the process of creating more life, or an arm cradled, crying baby boy, being calmed by his dying mother’s scent."

The blood red SeiõrShield grows more intense and the man’s eyes shoot right at the DæMon. MamMon slowly turns around and finishes her point.

MamMon DæMon: "Finally, the ability to absorb sounds, like a song that provides inspiration or the absorption of knowledgeable information that allows us to pursue through life further, like hearing there’s a chance for revenge. Your entire life, all of your senses my poor poor Esau, have absorbed almost nothing but darkness, loneliness, pain, suffering, disparity, heartbreak, horror, and loss.

Even if you aren’t the Vessel of Yin like my husband, the added irony of not being chosen by our creators, proves you have lived an unfortunately qualifying life."

Without breaking his Below Sanpaku gaze on her, the angry man puts the mysterious braid back in his waist satchel and buttons it shut. Still in silence, waiting.

MamMon DæMon chuckles through her nose and begins walking, going passed her new asset towards threatening Shelly, Laban, and the rest of Takamagahara.

MamMon DæMon: "Come. Walk with me, and I promise to tell you all about the current situation and schedule for your revenge, as well as some new information you’ll be interested in."

The man without hesitation does so, but stays at arms length away, diagonally behind her. The cloaked woman with money tree designs on her black robes puts her hood over her head with a smile.

MamMon DæMon: "As of your acceptance from Garmr, I have now assembled the 11 Völva and Seers who I had originally predicted would pass without even needing to use Seiõr to foresee.

Included in those 11, I have reunited with family and it turns out she’s a savant at using MentalSeiõr. If I can use her to ferment that form of special Seiõr into PsychoSeiõr, I could have an Iôunn all of my very own! However, that means she won’t be anywhere near the fighting but creating the fermented energy needed to bring your dear wife back from the dead and if you’re interested, I could possibly bring your mother back as well."

Esau speeds up and gets side by side with the woman, looking at her as if trying to burn a hole through the hood, angry but curious.

From the shadow of her hood covering the top half of her face, her lips perk to a smile.

MamMon DæMon (thinking): *That’s right baby bird, eat it all up. Even if my husband can hear this same information, I need you to weaken Skalmönd for me to get to him. There’s obviously no way a male, even if he’s a Seer like Odin, could defeat a true fighting Valkyrie like Skalmönd, but he can do some damage for me to finish her off.*

MamMon DæMon: "With the amount of PsychoSeiõr Per Se Phōnē could possibly produce, needing wishes, attempting equivalent exchange, or doing sacrificial reanimation are laughable concepts to bring a loved one back to this reality without Seiõr. I’ve given my dear Per Se Phōnē freedom to roam as long as she stays away from Roronora.

In a few hours, we will head to that city. There, we will declare our war on them unless they give in to our demands.The first demand will be the forfeiture of Skalmönd and Don Laban DaeMon. The second, will be for the City of Roronora plus Skalmönd’s supporters to submit and agree that they are now under the jurisdiction of Erebus."

Yhe disgruntled man stops and after a few steps so does MamMon without turning around.

MamMon DæMon: "I understand your displeasure, knight of vengeance, however life is about give and take. Along with compromise. Plus, it’s not guaranteed they will comply. However, in return for keeping the people and city of Roronora untouched, I not only will you get your chance for revenge on Laban as punishment for the tragedy towards you and your family, but I’ve also kindly offered to bring your deceased wife and your slain mother, back to this reality from the mental reality within your Mindscape. I offer that because unfortunately, even if your wife was pregnant at the time of her death, the mental and physical connection between realities of life, doesn’t begin, until there’s independent reliance on all available senses to survive.

Even if you brought back a version of your wife with a pregnant stomach, it will only be an aesthetic detail and she will never give birth."

The fists of the unfortunate man tighten, making the muscles on his arms bulge and causing his veins to pop out. He grits his teeth knowing he will never be able to see his child. The two enemies to Takamagahara can make out the bright exit of the tree line.

MamMon DæMon: "Before we part my new colleague, let me give you a small amount of advice. Men normalized a male God, plainly out of jealousy because, before the explanation of sexual conception, they couldn’t create or destroy life in the way women had continuously proven they could. So the global patriarchy had the male God create human men in his image first, and females from those men, to belittle and oppress women. Simply making the women of the world believe they need men, when in fact, men needed to trick women to relieve their own sexual desires.

Even when it came to death and war, when the armies of men were beaten by the Valkyrie, the history books decided it was only the males, like the Jorms that were the cause of the most one sided era. The Valkyrie and Völva Clans that used Seiõr, were labeled blasphemy and myth."

The DæMon chuckles with a hand to her mouth as they exit the forest. The last of clouds moves out of the sun’s way, shining down on the two of them.

MamMon DæMon: "Sorry, it’s just a little amusing knowing my sisters and I got our revenge on our irresponsible mothers AND all the Valkyrie achievements were stripped from the annals of all history as well."

The sun shines down on the suffering man with an apparently dark past and the wind blows his red tipped hair, his angry eyes focused ahead.

MamMon DæMon: "Revenge truly makes you feel so much better, poor Esau. Trust me, and I will help you achieve this elation too."