{Present Day, Mammon’s Forest, 9:10PM}

As usual in the post apocalyptic world, SeiõrSnow is falling above the evergreen and underneath the moonlit night.

The specks of falling Seiõr land on the leaves but are immediately absorbed by the DæMon grown trees, providing nutrition.

Inside the dark forest, the ominous dragging of chains can be heard echoing, along with the deep growls of the legendary warrior wolf, Garmr.

The glowing eyes of the once considered mythical canine, move within the total darkness.

The hiding hunter watches as someone, covered in a blood red SoulSeiõrShield, goes flying uncontrollably through the full grown trees, knocking a few down.

A few bright yellow SeiõrShots follow the figure all the way out of the northern exit into the grassy meadow fields.

A heavily damaged Esau bounces once off the grass and gains his balance while skidding with momentum. His SoulSeiõrShield flickers but he maintains the layer of protection.

With his 2nd Stage IceEye, a purple aura emitted, the alien symbiote searches in the darkness for the current threat and seems to focus on it.

Esau backflips and avoids the small contained explosions from the incoming SeiorShots.

An entire tree he had inadvertently knocked down on his way out, seems to be thrown at him and the tired man dodges out the way as he rolls to a knee.

His alien eye expels a force wave of Seiõr, but the repelling energy is easily deflected away with a golden nail painted backhand, covered in purple Seiõr.

He is smacked, then the open palm then turns to a fist, and lands perfectly on Esau’s sternum before his IceEye can help him defend, launching him twenty yards.

The defeated man lands on his side and tumbles to a stop. As he coughs, gasps for air, and attempts to get back up. His SoulSeiõrShield disappears from around him.

While on all fours, his green eye looks forward and the bottom of a black cloak is directly in front of him.

A high heeled foot presses down on his head, pinning him to the grass, and it stays there in the man’s struggle.

MamMon DæMon: "Let this be a lesson, unfortunate Esau, that I am the one who makes the demands and the next time you disobey those demands, will be your last.

Don’t forget, I am the one helping you get your revenge on my failure of a little sister."

She removes her belittling pin on the man and her blue optics peer at the shadows between the trunks.

Once again, just the glowing eyes of Garmr are visibly watching from the shadows, but then disappear back into the Seiõr grown shrubbery after meeting the gaze of the formidable Scandinavian woman.

Esau struggles to get to a knee while she keeps her back to him. The fight against a DæMon clearly being an ordeal, he has a grimace and Below Sanpaku stare while still trying to catch his breath.

MamMon DæMon: "Have I told you yet, unfortunate Esau, I have never lost a battle in my life.

Neither have any of my real sisters.

Disbanding on an equal agreement, we wouldn’t dispute amongst each other in a way our slain grotesque mothers would enjoy."

The DæMon stares up at the moon, releasing a long winded, high pitched sigh of admiration and a loving smile.

Ruining her personal moment, Esau’s heavy breathing and grunting from pain, she lets out an annoyed sigh.

From the inside of her cloak sleeve, in between her lightly pinched fingers, she holds out a single glowing pea.

Unlike Zoram’s Seiõr packed beans and nuts, the luminescence from the single legume the DæMon holds, lights up the area surrounding them.

Esau’s eyes grow wide in shock.

MamMon DæMon: "As someone who lived with knowledge of the universal energy before this new ’Seiõr Age’ of humanity, you should be aware of what this is, unfortunate Esau.

Those apartments are still open at the edge of each field.

Consume this, and return there for the night, or don’t.

Your choice.

I am going to check up on the new ’club’ I have created back in those mountains.

Oh and by the way, I can’t reveal who it is yet, but once again, out of the courtesy from my own heart, I have gifted you, unfortunate Esau.

If you act like a good little boy, maybe you’ll get your treat."

She tosses the single pea and the man removes his view from her, to the tossed SeiõrSuppliment.

He easily catches it, but in pain.

In the time it takes him to quickly examine the single glowing vegetable in his palm, and look back up, the DæMon is already gone and he is left alone.

The physically and pride hurting man looks around and with clenched teeth he tossed the healing pea into the Seiõr forest, in anger.

The throw makes him grab his ribs and scream in pain.

Because of his yelling, Esau can’t hear the sounds of something lapping up the SeiõrSuppliment from within the pitch black shadows.

The badly beaten "unchosen Yin" attempts to get to his feet but he doesn’t make it two steps before falling to the ground, and on his face. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

His breathing is still heavy and shallow.

Esau(thinking): *God damn it...

I’m blacking out...

...Edom...*

While laying face down, in the lightly SeiõrSnow covered fields, underneath the moon light, the approaching sounds of chains can be heard as the PoV of the defeated warrior vignettes into total darkness.

{Present Day, Mt. Decima,

Higher-Class Residential District 10:15PM}

Within Tristan and Stephanie’s apartment, the older sister is leaving the darkening bedroom Isfet had woken up in.

Stephanie fully turns the knob to the turn the dimming crown chandelier full off.

Before the beautiful woman closes the door behind her, she takes one more peek to see her four precious girls, fast asleep, in their own sleeping bags.

Petra hadn’t even crawled into hers and is out cold on top.

Timothea is in her bag and looks like an adorable stuffed burrito.

Jamie turns over and her hand hits Pauline on the forehead, but the struck sister only winces, staying asleep.

Quietly closing the door, Stephanie walks down the hall.

In the living room, two of her new guests, Isfet and Peyton, as well as Tristan, are in clean pajamas.

Isfet is sitting in a cushioned love seat. The gorgeous Middle Eastern woman has taken a shower, her cuts are bandaged, her hair is in a bun, and she is also wearing clean PJs consisting of booty shorts and a T-shirt.

Bethany slowly and suspiciously pops up from behind the chair. The promiscuous young lady startles Isfet by caressing the older woman’s shoulders.

Bethany: "Juuuust so you know, Isfet, those are my spare clothes you’re wearing right now.

Sooo at any time tonight...if I may, ya know, ’want them back’...you wouldn’t have a problem, right?"

She gives a lustrous stare and a few eyebrow raises before a couch pillow hits her right in the side of the head, knocking her to the floor.

Tristan: "Leave the poor woman alone for God’s sake...

Sorry, Isfet.

If she gets to close, just shout and we’ll come and save you."

In the room over, Stephanie sees Ichythis, still wearing her dirty Roronora City officer uniform, and sitting in the same dining room chair from dinner.

The bright red left eye of the surviving sister is focused on the bloody, orange bandana tied around her own forearm resting on the table.

Stephanie carefully walks in and sits across from the obviously grieving woman.

Stephanie: "Is everything okay?

You didn’t eat any of your food."

...

...

...no answer...

Stephanie: "You have blood all over you.

There’s a shower down the hall, and we have extra clothes if you-"

Ichythis: "Is there a place around here that I can have a smoke?"

The ex-lobster catcher takes her sadness filled stare away from the cloth and meets Steph’s sparkling, life filled lime greens.

The woman of the house get surprised by the request at first, but gives her new visitor a warming smile.

Stephanie: "If that’s all you needed to feel comfortable, than why didn’t you just ask in the first place, teehaaha.

Go ahead, I certainly don’t mind.

A little smoke never hurt anyone."

Ichythis reaches into her pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. Inside is a lighter and 13 cigs....12 cigs....

Ichythis: "Thank you...

And the name’s Ichythis."

The hardcore chick sticks the filter of one in between her lips and lights the other end.

Stephanie keeps her cherished smile on her face while watching. The flame reflects perfectly within her eyes.

Stephanie: "I’m Stephanie, nice to meet you Ichythis. If there is anything you need, don’t be afraid to ask me or my fiancee."

While the outstandingly hospitable woman introduces herself, Ichythis takes a deeeep inhale and waits a few seconds before she exhales, making the room smell of burning tobacco.

The two young women hear the noise of someone stepping on a floor board.

Isfet is timidly standing in the doorway, and the IceEyes of the two users EyeEngage, but surprisingly, not in hostility.

Ichythis: "So you managed to escape too, huh?"

The past Homie to Laban scratches her nape nervously in response.

Isfet: "Hey Ichy.

C-Can I join you two?"

Stephanie tilts her head in confusion and shifts her sight between the two.

The two alien eye users soon disengage while Isfet’s bare feet tip toe over and she sits next to Stephanie.

Ichythis takes another hit while Isfet watches and she puffs out the smoke as a sigh.

Ichythis: "Here..."

She removes another cig from the pack and slides it with the lighter, towards her acquaintance.

Ichythis: "I remember you saying you smoke anything."

Isfet looks at Stephanie for approval and the understanding woman waves off the unsureness from her guest.

Stephanie: "Don’t worry, it’s fine, really!"

Closing her eyes, the partaking young woman takes a deep inhale through her nose.

Stephanie: "My father was a smoker, so the smell is kinda nostalgic."

Her one eyed tenant nods and smoothly lights the gifted smoke, releasing a stress relieving puff.

Isfet : "Thank you...both of you..."

Once the two rescues are comfortable, Stephanie finally chimes in.

Stephanie: "So you two knew each other before tonight?"

The two women nod in unison.

Isfet: "Even though Laban’s ability allowed her to know whatever she wanted, that ability was still kept secret to everyone.

So to throw off anyone trying to find a way to kill her, she had me get reports from the authorities of the city as if they were keeping tabs on any conspirers."

Ichythis: "Hathor and I would take a smoke break together whenever she came by the station every other day.

I only smoke cigs though, none of Laban’s drugs."

Isfet’s guilt floods her facial expression while Stephanie, again, tilts her noggin in confuzzlment.

There is a singular ring of the apartment doorbell, and the awake adults under the roof pause in confused.

Bethany marches in slight anger to the same door Tristan had came home through earlier.

Bethany: "Now who, in the hell, has the cajonés large enough to ring someone’s doorbell past..."

She opens the door and cuts herself off with a *YIP!* in panic as an immediate response to the late night visitor.

MamMon DæMon: "I assure you, lecherous one, my tenacity as a result from the size of my ’cajonés’ is nothing to scoff at.

May I come in?"