{A year after Leviathan’s invasion, Roronora City.}

Rebekah DaeMon’s Voice: "It may sound silly but I’ve truly never suffered. Not once in my short lived existence."

While in her office, with a sad looking Zoram standing to the side, Don Laban DaeMon takes out her case of blunts and removes one, holds it in her moist lips, while closing the case.

Neither of Laban or Zoram have an Eyelien yet. The Don has her assorted rainbow tear drop outlines on her face.

Don Laban: "Aye Zoram, what’s dah city’s head count so far?"

Zoram(sighs): "At the beginning of this month, we had 547 individuals trusting us with protection and nourishment support. Out of those 547, only 222 people were capable or willing to go into the city and clear it out of those aliens as well as act as enforcement to civility."

Don Laban uses a lighter to spark her blunt and tosses the lighter on her desk.

Don Laban: "Well, it’s da end of dah month, so what’s duh tally at now? Dat’s what I originally asked, wasn’t it?"

The essentially enslaved Völva swallows her pride before answering.

Zoram: "We currently have 1,678 individuals trusting us with their family protection and nourishment support. Out of those 1,678 people, only 250 individuals are capable or willing to go into the city to fight, search for supplies, and exterminate the hostile aliens. It’s estimated, within the next two years, we could have well over 150,000 to 200,000 individuals within Roronora, depending on how many people are still left alive inside the Sozo County.

If the ratio of survivors and fighters stays the same, we’ll only have about 2,000 or so troops to have in case one of your older sisters decides to invade."

Don Laban sucks her teeth and points the lit blunt at her wife.

Don Laban: "Yah know, dats dah problem wid deez fuggin humans, Zoram.

Dey’re willin’ to accept handouts, but don’t wanna contribute to dah foundation of a strong society."

Zoram sighs again and takes a moment before speaking.

Zoram: "Do you seriously intend to talk like that as the leader of this sanctuary city, ’Don Laban’?"

Laban clears her throat and extinguishes her blunt.

Don Laban: "Nah, it gets annoying after a few conversations but for now it’s fun.

What?

Will anybody really call me out, for ’ironing out my accent’ if I just suddenly stopped?"

...

...

...

Within the large office, there is a couch that faces away from the only doorway and away from Laban’s desk. Because of that perspective, Rebekah, but respectively a few years younger, wakes up from a silent nap and pops her head up from the couch rubbing her eyes.

Lil Rebekah: "I needa potty..."

The sudden appearance of the little girl makes Laban jump out of her large seat.

Laban: "The fu- aye Zoram, did you let a fuckin kid in here?!"

Zoram starts to panic and runs over to the little girl.

Zoram: "N-no, Don Laban DaeMon. She must’ve snuck in.

Our only security for now is a few roaming guards and a door man. If you really insist, I’ll escort her ou-."

Laban: "Hold up, Zoram!"

The wife/assistant stays motionless as Laban walks over to the half awake 7 year old.

The child blinks each eye individually.

The blue eyes of Laban, meet the matching blue color eyes of the dirty, homeless child.

Laban: "So what’s your name kid?"

The little girl looks back and forth between the Don and Zoram...then shrugs.

Laban and Zoram both have confused looks.

Don Laban: "The fugg you mean... *shrugs*?

Your name?

Do you got one or not?

This kid retahded or something?"

Soram(looks at Rebekah): "Do you know how to read and write, little one?"

he girl shakes her head at Zoram, seeming to ignore Laban’s questions, comedically irritating the up and coming Don of Roronora City.

Laban sucks her teeth and turns her back to the child.

Laban: "Zoram, get her the hell out of my sights. Start an orphanage and have her-"

A little hand gently grabs the DaeMon’s, making Laban stop talking and walking.

Zoram gets a concerned look but then...

Rebekah: "Mommy, I needa potty...

I’m hungry..."

Zoram blushes from hearing the little girl mistaken the dangerous Scandinavian witch for her mother.

Laban is blushing but clenching her teeth, Zoram gets concerned.

Zoram(thinking): *Oh no! Is Madam Laban gunna hurt that little girl?!*

However, as she realizes her leader’s entire reaction, the Middle Eastern Völva gets happy tears from seeing Laban trying to fight back tears of her own for the first time in front of anyone other than her sisters.

{7 Months Later. In Don Laban’s Condominium Apartment Home}

Rebekah DaeMon’s Voice: "It may not be a long life lived so far, but I truly have never suffered."

Don Laban’s Voice: "Get in the crib first!

Don’t open it!"

The Don, Zoram, and two of Laban’s goons, Hathor and Tungsten (RIP) rush into a Penthouse apartment.

Tungsten has a pot, while holding the lid on. Muffled squealing can be heard from inside the pot.

The door slams shut and little Rebekah curiously peeks from under the space between the floor and cloth covered dining room table, hiding from the preoccupied adults.

Tungsten puts the covered container on the same table and Hathor sits in the cushy loveseat while the rest of the adults huddle around the table.

Tungsten: "I gotta take a leak, Madame Don Laban, can I use your bathroom?

Please?"

Without taking her eyes off the closed pot, the Don answers.

Don Laban: "The shitter is down the hall, first door on your left."

The large man heads for the bathroom.

The Don and Zoram hover their heads over the clear cover to the pot.

From inside the container, they see exactly what Squad 40 and Itsuka had seen in the arcade the day of their first excursion.

A squid like creature sporadically moving within it’s closed confinement, the alien’s back pattern resembling a base-kit IceEye design.

Don Laban: "Gahddamn, so those mountain clowns weren’t bullshittin’!

You’re sure it came from that dead alien, I just kilt Zoram?"

The Völva nods and swallows her spit without taking her eyes of the symbiote.

Zoram: "It appears you have caught the first one of these alien eyes, Madame Don Laban.

As a child of the universe, who is loved by Seiõr, I can confidently say that this creature too, is loved by the universal energy. It is proof that the knowledge passed down by all the greatest Völva and Seers, was nothing to ever doubt.

The universal energy accepts even life not from this planet."

Laban sucks her teeth and wipes her nose.

Laban: "Tskk, some alien eye squid can be accepted by stupid Seiõr but I’m ovah hea still livin in dah struggle."

She starts franticly looking for something throughout the house. Throwing clothes and bags out of the way, and off the kitchen counter. Looking through drawers.

Laban: "Zoram, do you know where my stupid Seiõr notes went?"

Zoram: "Yes Madame Don Laban, I put them in your home office. I’ll show you."

Don Laban: "Stop moving my shit! 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

It’s organized chaos, just how it should be."

Laban follows her wife into a room, leaving the sitting lackey alone.

He puts his hands behind his head and lays back on the couch, closing his eyes.

With every adult unaware of her presence in the room, Rebekah tip toes over to the crying pot with the snap locked lid. The muffled cries of the eye alien make her widen her little blues.

The goon begins snoring and it startles the young princess. Then the sound of flushing, along with Laban and Zoram’s shadows seen from the open doorway.

Zoram: "Wait, where is Rebekah?!"

As soon as the bathroom door opens and Laban walks through the doorway back into the living room, everyone pauses, hearing the distinctive *SNAP* of the lid of the pot being unlocked. Everyone turns to see the sneaky girl lifting the clear glass lid to the pot.

Laban DaeMon: "Aye yo, Tyreek, stop her!"

The napping goon, Tyreek, shoots awake but it’s already too late.

From Rebekah’s PoV, the lid barely gets lifted, but the being inside squirms through the small opening and flies right for young Rebekah’s left eye.

{Present Day 8:35 PM}

Outside of Sanpaku, SeiõrSnow is still steadily falling.

Circled around the huge bonfire is everyone in Takamagahara who came through Daisuki’s portal along with their two new guests Don Laban and Princess Rebekah.

Drakaina and Jormungand get up and the older sister looks at Sol.

Drakaina: "Jormy and I are gunna go take a bath, I feel so gross after being in that ghetto city all day."

Sol gives a raised eyebrow.

Sol: "Uhhh, you two bathe together?"

Jormy and Drakaina blush together, seeing the awkwardness in the question.

Drakaina: "NO NO! We take separate..."

She curls up in embarrassment and Jormy helps his flustered older sister stand upright.

Jormungand looks at his sister, worried and puts her arm around the back of his neck.

Jormy(to Sol): "My sis has always been a hypochondriac when it comes to my well-being..."

Drakaina’s embarrassment starts to fade hearing her little brother explain her own awkwardness.

Jormungand looks at his sister with a charming smile

Jormungand: "... But she’s my guardian angel, so there’s nothing I can do about it, haha."

Taylor is now cooking weiners over the fire while Sol watches him smiling, knowing what the little brother means.

Sol: "I guess it’s my fault for assuming you two had some weird thing going on....sorry."

The siblings enter the sanctuary, leaving everyone else around the dancing flame.

Aiden is back from inside the underwater sanctuary with Friend. The recovered pup is staring at his full bowl while the #1 genius pets him.

Friend looks up at Aiden and the young man can see the worry in the poor canine’s eyes.

Aiden: "Don’t worry buddy, Saku and the princess will be right back. You’re still a good boy, nothing is your fault. Go ahead and eat."

The dog however doesn’t touch his bowl and lays down, looking at the fire.

Aiden: "Poor buddy..."

Sitting closest to him in the circle is a sleeping Dom. The Izanagi Gunner is out cold snoring under the star filled, snowing sky.

Dom(sleep-talking): "No babe, small breasts are cute too. *SNOOORE*"

Next to him in order is Itsuka, Char, then Scylia, Zoram, Daisuki, Princess Rebekah and finally the Don Laban. They are side eyeing the DaeMon as she has a marshmallow roasting while the Princess looks at the ground. A clear look of sad guilt on her little face.

Don Laban: "So that’s how Zoram and I found Rebekah, and how she got her left Eyelien. I may be a savage but I wouldn’t put a naturally born human child through something I wouldn’t go through."

Itsuka(irritated): "Except for being considered a ’pet’, right? Cut the shit, nobody here sees you as a being who has mercy."

The DaeMon removes the perfectly toasted marshmallow and blows on it.

Laban: "Actually if you must know, I was treated worse by my sisters for almost a century until they abandoned me like a dog. Being considered ’nothing’ from the start is one way for complex life to grow and succeed."

Daisuki is carefully listening to the woman he has yet to meet until now.

Laban removes the treat from the skewer and holds it out in front of Rebekah, surprising the deep thinking princess.

Laban DaeMon: "I told you guys earlier about my birth. If you didn’t notice from what I’m sure Zoram told you about the DæMons and my own story, I was created sort of differently than my ’sisters’."

Princess Rebekah carefully grabs it and takes a sticky bite.

Princess Rebekah(quietly): "Thank you, Mama..."