Shattering Humanity

MamMon DæMon is free running on the dark, abandoned car polluted highway at an absurd speed.

With the bright October moon being her only source of light, the coordinated blonde quickly jumps over an abandoned car with a 720° twisting front flip and lands in stride into a handspring over another vehicle. The sound of crackling fire and the slashing cars is heard behind the DæMon while Madame Fryer chases her from behind.

Purposely following from a safe but observable distance, the three girls MamMon had brought along are moving between different vehicles to use as cover.

Stephanie has Petra piggybacked while following Bethany. They stop next to an overturned pickup truck on it’s side. Bethany is watching the chase through the vehicle with her X-Ray Eye at 2nd Stage, a blue aura.

Their current ally is still doing unbelievably spectacular acrobatics in the dim lit night, with fluid-like motion and coordination, but still showing off while evading the bright flaming sword. Not a single worry on the dangerous woman’s face, just a cocky smile.

Madame Fryer is lighting up everywhere she flies.

Bethany: "Why isn’t she attacking back? Doesn’t she have that dagger to shoot out those SeiõrShots she was so proud of?"

Stephanie: "There may be a reason she doesn’t want to use it. That sword is flying and chasing her on it’s own. It must be another one of those legendary weapons."

Petra: "I don’t like that creepy guy with the gun. I don’t want to go back."

The older sister reaches over her shoulder and pats her little sister’s head.

Stephanie: "...’Don’t worry, little bunny, we’ll be okay’, isn’t that the line in your favorite bedtime story Petra?"

Petra lets out a defeated, sad little groan while burying her face in her sister’s hairbun.

Even Bethany’s IceEye is having a hard time keeping up with the speed of the "battle" and she closes both her eyes to rest them for a bit.

The biological sisters without alien symbiotes, but now acknowledge and have been acknowledged by Seiõr, can see the IceEye’s byproduct aura going through Bethany’s closed eyelid. Her sky blue and IceEye open back up and she looks at the sisters.

Bethany: "I’m not going to lie to you girls, with how fast Madame MamMon is moving, and with how Seiõr is growing more and more important, I’m a little concerned about us being part of this special group from here on out.

I’m not a slouch when it comes to combat, but if it’s a choice between dodging insanely fast, flaming, and once fictional swords that are chasing after us or retiring to be a housewife, I guess I’ll just cook, clean a house, and pop out a few kids for some random guy...

...

...

unlesssss...."

She deviously looks at Stephanie to insinuate using Tristan instead of "some random guy".

Little Petra puffs out her cheeks from over Stephanie’s shoulder.

Petra: "How many times have I told you, Auntie? You can’t have Tristan, he’s Stephanie’s.

Besides, if anything happens to her, I’m entrusted to take care of her responsibilities, which includes big brother Tristan.

And even after that, if something happens to me, I already got asked by both Pauline and Jamie to be next in line."

Stephanie, not taking the proposal seriously like her younger sibling, smiles at the dependable crown sister on her back and so does Bethany before returning her gaze back to the fight.

Madame Fryer catches up to MamMon, floating in front of the runner’s route and stops the DæMon in her tracks.

MamMon DæMon: "Why did you separate yourself from your new owner, Granny? I don’t know if you saw, but a gold and pink meteor went flying through the trees a few minutes ago. Was the clearly futile attempt to reunite with old comrade, worth both of your inevitable defeats?"

While she talks like it’s a normal conversation, the fire bursting weapon swings itself wildly to cut down the enemy. With skill and grace, MamMon narrowly dodges each vertical swipe.

Dodging left, right, left, then Madame Fryer goes for a horizontal slice and with her eyes closed MamMon effortlessly limbos underneath.

She successfully jukes her way around the blade covered in crackling flames. The woman in her money tree cloak sprints for the empty grassy traffic median in the middle of the two parallel strips of the asphalt.

The physically astonishing superhuman, born from Seiõr to be a fighter, "jumps" and soars over to the other side without touching a blade of grass.

Bethany can’t believe what she’s witnessing.

MamMon gracefully lands with perfect balance on the guardrail, with her back kept towards the pursuing weapon.

Madame Fryer flies in with a piercing stab attack but without acknowledging the incoming legendary sword, MamMon does a backflip to dodge and lands back on the guardrail, exactly where she was.

Madame Fryer floats in the middle of the freeway without attacking.

MamMon DæMon: "You should’ve known you couldn’t challenge me with your capabilities alone Granny and I don’t even have my SeiõrShield active, nor have you made me use a single after image. Have you forgotten, my gross mother and her colleagues overpowered the strongest armies throughout history. Embarrassed those men so badly, they falsely documented that it was the Viking men who were the victors, and not admit to the fact, a small clan of overpowered women were the reason for their downfall. That battle power, was unfortunately for us all, passed down to me and my cursed sisters."

She looks at the minor wounds in her right hand after getting pricked by Lil’ Lævateinn’s regrown thorns.

MamMon DæMon: "All weapons, even Mindscape transfered ones such as yourself, can’t do any real harm to a soul in this reality, without a physical soul making the final decision first."

She then takes a moment to look at her other hand, with the minor slash across her palm she willfully received to prevent the legendary Old Norse weapons from connecting and reuniting within a Yggdrasill Mindscape.

Footsteps can be heard coming towards them in the dark. The three hiding girls can also hear the ominous approaching steps.

Without looking away from Madame Fryer, MamMon talks to the new approaching challenger.

MamMon DæMon: "It’s about time you arrived, Vessel of Yang, why didn’t you go and help Skalmönd first? It seems neither of you truly care enough to back her up in a fight. Some real comrades she has, huh?"

After emerging from the woods and a short walk, Katsu has gotten to the scene with a deactivated Anjell Eye in it’s base-kit, no SeiõrShield.

Katsu: "You shouldn’t be taking everyone so lightly, MamMon, especially Shelly. It could be your downfall in the end. You’ll learn soon enough, if there is any doubt in her, if there’s anyone who has a single ounce of trust in Shelly to pull through in the end, and if WE as a group, stick to our assignments to open up clear running lanes for her, she’s unbeatable.

She’s our Main Character, hehe!"

Madame Fryer floats and even without eyes, she seems to admire the Izanagi Captain approaching them with his hands in his sweatpants pockets, nonchalantly striding towards the DæMon. A confident, charming smile, high held chin, and his Above Sanpaku glare burning through Shelly’s soon fated opponent.

MamMon DæMon: "Hmph, well unlike your newest member to ’the chain of weak links’, I’ve done extensive background research on my closest allies. As soon as I knew my dumb little reject of a sister was bringing Esau’s past companion, it was more than likely they would attempt something within their own agenda.

I’ll admit, I underestimated Esau’s ability to stay indecisive of his objective until the final moment, but I’ve gotten this far without being humbled, so I believe you’re the overconfident one, Yang Vessel."

The handed down legendary sword slowly floats the last 15 yards to Katsu. Once the sword gets close enough, the willing sword presents her handle for Shelly’s main purpose for him to grab and talk to him within his own Yggdrasill.

MamMon doesn’t try to intervene.

With a polite wave of rejection and a charming smile, he continues getting closer to MamMon.

Katsu: "I’m not worthy, Madame, but thank you."

He walks by Madame Fryer and she follows close behind him.

Katsu stops at a reasonable talking distance to the DæMon, who is still perfectly perched on the metal guardrail. The early night moon behind her head, looking down at "her husband’s" rival and the legendary sword behind him.

Now from behind their new closer vehicle cover, a mini van, Bethany gasps at the arrival of her ex-classmate. While Stephanie is staying protected with Petra.

Stephanie: "What? What happened Bethany?"

Petra: "Please don’t tell me it’s that creep."

Bethany: "It’s Katsu...

He’s here alone for some reason...

and...

and..."

Stephanie and Petra look at the notoriously lustful young lady as she blushes and seems to lose focus while her hips twist back and forth.

Bethany: "He’s hotter than ever before! Holy fuckin shit Steph, you gotta take a look and get a mental picture to save in the ’Hunk Trunk’ for a ’Tub Rub’ later, hehe."

Little Petra has a look of dejection towards the ogling girl while Stephanie can’t help but giggle while slightly shaking head, brushing off the suggestion.

Petra: "Auntie, you just lost her chance to jump ranks over Jamie and Pauline."

The smile fades from Stephanie as she begins to think.

Stephanie: "I wonder why it’s only him though. We’ve been moving further away from where all this started, and there has been trees behind us falling."

Stephanie peeks through the van’s broken windows and sees what Bethany is talking about. She watches as Tristan’s friend from the academy, casually stands in front of the powerful DæMon.

Stephanie: "We were told he successfully transferred a left IceEye. General Nephilim also believes he’s the one who destroyed Son Goku City with his ability to control the Icemen."

On que, a slight tremor is felt by the group and they all go wide-eyed.

Back at the main discussion, MamMon looks down on the friendly smile of the Izanagi Captain.

MamMon DæMon: "Since I’ve been playing Grab Ass with your girlfriend’s ’new toy’ there, I had the time to use Seiõr to foresee everything up until the sunrise over that city tomorrow.

I must admit, although you are the Vessel I can’t tolerate, what you create, is purely from Hell itself. If all comes to fruition, I applaud you and the vengeful soldier for the universal paths you two have set into motion. The only one who can change the fate of anything or anyone of this world tonight, is my darling husband."

Now Katsu’s expression slowly changes to irritation after she mentions Saku.

Katsu: "I’m really only here to retrieve Madame, as well as accept the challenge you originally came here for."

A beautiful long porcelain white leg with golden short heel shoes, appears from out of the cloak as MamMon steps down from her flawless balancing act to the cracked road.

With one eyebrow raised and a smile, she crosses her arms.

MamMon DæMon: "Well well well, looks like I may have taken your skills with Seiõr lightly. You natural borns have gotten good over the past 1,000 years. So you do know how to use the universal energy to acquire foresight too?"

Katsu(shrugs): "You could say it’s something like that. So, 12 P.M. at your Seiõr grown forest, 11 of our guys versus 11 of yours. Since your personal rouge has kidnapped Princess Kawaii by now, (which you should be getting to soon) we’ll be given that Crown Sister of Tristan’s to defend instead. The team that can bring their respective Princess back before the other team wins, ’am I somewhere in the ball park here’?"

MamMon’s confidence and integrity seems to vanish as Katsu flat out explains her "unforeseeable plans", in full detail, even up to the unintended changes, with a snide remark to finish.

In the blink of an eye, MamMon has gotten Lil Lævateinn in her grasp, his thorns piercing her hand as drips of blood fall and disappears under the SeiõrSnow. There is a small, glowing SeiõrShot at the dull tip, only inches away from an unfazed and unflinching Katsu.

Even though MamMon doesn’t have an IceEye, their eyes are locked to try and intimidate the other.

MamMon DæMon: "How in the Hell did you figure that all out, you slimy bastard?! There’s no possible way you could’ve used any form of advanced Seiõr control to know what I had planned! Laban is right in one aspect, there is something about you that doesn’t belong in this universe.

Is it possible...?"

Madame Fryer goes to protect her ally but Katsu holds his hand out to stop her, which the flaming sword does without touching him.

Katsu: "Just consider it a lucky guess, and get that shit out of my face MamMon. You and I both know if you kill me here, there will be no little game of yours.

And after you put so much effort into setting it up. Like a little girl having a birthday party, hehehe."

The last two sentences have a heavy condescending tone, successfully calling her bluff.

MamMon grinds her teeth for a moment but then realizes her composure. The SeiõrShot fades without going off and Lil Lævateinn disappears back into the cloak to the dismay of Madame Fryer.

MamMon DæMon: "If your ’Sanguine Savior’ is struggling against Esau, she has no chance against me. But that’s fine, due to the rest of my sister’s ignorance and ungratefulness towards me, defeating Skalmönd’s reincarnation myself will just be another example of my superiority as the top DæMon."

Katsu scratches his chin and thinks.

Katsu: "Hmmm, ’sanguine’. That’s a pretty word, haha! Now I’ve got a new idea to tell Shelly later. So, we’re all set here?"

Katsu puts his hand out in agreement with the DæMon and she looks down at it. Another faint rumble is felt by everyone.

Bethany and Stephanie look around worried but Petra is the one to call out to their group’s leader.

Petra: "Mizzuz MamMon! I’m scared! Can you teleport us out of here without that scary guy?! Please!"

Stephanie and Bethany comedically jump over and cover the intrusive child.

Katsu doesn’t look away from MamMon. The blue eyes that match Shelly’s peer into his green human eye.

Another shake happens around them, and a tree can be heard falling close by in the forest.

MamMon DæMon: "Since you have clearly planned for this to be a short meeting, I’ll cooperate. Just don’t expect this disrespect to go unpunished.

Once I defeat your beloved ’Shelly’, and remove her head the same way I did with Skalmönd’s, I’ll remind you of this moment before killing everyone within your precious Sanpaku."

Her smooth right hand with gold painted nails extends from out her cloak, it drips blood from her palm wounds caused by Lil Lævateinn. Katsu sees her injured hand and thinks of something, pulling his hand back, confusing the DæMon.

Katsu: "Oh yea! Hold on, this will make it legit!"

He puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out his pocket knife with Respect engraved on the handle. Without second thought, he makes a slight cut in his palm with it, blood drips from the wound and he reaches back out to MamMon’s hand.

Katsu: "Now, it’ll be official, so you better show up and don’t chicken out once you foresee your unavoidable ’L’."

MamMon chuckles at the gesture and connects their open wounded handshake, mixing their blood.

MamMon DæMon: "Good Luck, you vessel for all of the truest and purest evil."