{Present Day, Mt. Decima,

Higher-Class Residential District 9:50 P.M.}

MamMon DæMon: "Armed literally ’to the teeth’ with her extravagant trophies, Skalmönd became a hidden legend, to the world ignorant of Seiõr."

Tristan seems to be putting certain pieces together, after the DæMon finishes telling the tale of the greatest Valkyrie.

The only other male, Peyton, is rubbing his temples, trying to comprehend all the seemingly fictional information.

Peyton: "Wait... Woah woah woah, hold up!

We aren’t just going to skip over everything!

Valkyries are actually real?

I thought they were mythological maidens of Valhalla!

And what in the hell is this ’Say-der’ stuff?!"

The knowledgeable and wise DæMon snickers at the new member’s skepticism and confusion.

The Squad 1 Captain, who is already caught up to speed about the universal energy, is pondering his own questions.

Tristan(whispers): "’Skalmönd’?

Armed to the..."

Stephanie hears him and takes a look at the diamond crown ring on her finger.

Knowing exactly who her future husband is thinking of.

MamMon DæMon: "There are a lot of truths you most likely wouldn’t know about this universe, Rookie.

The most important, is the universal energy, Seiõr."

Isfet exhales the last puff of her smoke, drops the butt of her cigarette in her cup with barely a sip of water left inside.

Out of the blue, she seems to be able to recite a version of the same story Zoram had told all of Takamagahara.

Helping them mutually acknowledge the mystical energy.

Isfet: "...’The existence of Seiõr has been around before humanity and spans as far as the universe goes.

Even beyond that.

Seiõr will always exist, for it is the energy every universe uses to sustain existence.

The first actual Child of Seiõr, was a lonely, pitiful human woman named Ymir."

Stephanie’s eyes grow wide as she too, is hearing the name for the first time

Stephanie(whispers): "...’Ymir’?"

Everyone turns their sights on the once blind little sister, explaining Seiõr without having to destroy a portion of a park.

Like how the DæMon did with Nephilim’s group the day they met.

At the end of the table Mammon’s azule optics narrow, and turn to a Below Sanpaku stare. Especially interested in Isfet knowing the opening to the all important story, told by the only other person in the room who had acknowledgement of Seiõr before the Icemen apocalypse.

MamMon DæMon(thinking): *Of course! Without any pure Valkyries left to mate with, the few Völva left, hidden from any DæMon’s nye-omnipotence by Skalmönd’s Final SeiõrSpell, put their faith in mutually acknowledged humans to fight what those same bitches helped create!

With knowledge of being hunting, not only by us, but due to overzealous monotheism, they left no physical trace.

Just like how those males, the Vikings, told their tales mostly through speech, our Yin force mothers probably adopted, birthed true children, or...*

Isfet: "...’Ymir would sit on the grassy cliffs on the tall shores of Scandinavia.

Always found underneath the largest tree in the North, overlooking the beautiful blue sparkling ocean over the horizon.

The tree, flush with leaves in the short summers and even when the temperature was below freezing, it sheltered Ymir, staying full of leaves in the winter.

It was supposedly ’the greatest, most extravagant treow ever seen or told in any story’."

MamMon DæMon(thinking): *...’treow’?

Interesting...*

The gorgeous witch produces a barely audible chuckle, letting Isfet continue her storytelling.

Isfet: "Tragically, in contrast to the tree’s elegance, Ymir was a pale, young woman, with missing teeth and patches of hair missing on her head.

Crows feet wrinkles formed in her teenage years, and her back was always in pain from sleeping on the cold ground, so she was always bent over.

The earliest memory of the unfortunate Scandinavian, was the taste in her mouth after eating a giant bug for nourishment."

Bethany’s head is laying on the table. Her tired fluttering eyes getting heavier as her new crush tells everyone a bedtime story.

Isfet: "...’Ymir was shunned wherever she went.

Every town, farm, or village she tried to find help in, gave her the same two reactions.

Either the eyes of the locals didn’t care to notice her, or the angry, disgusted scolds wouldn’t stop following her, making sure she didn’t do anything suspicious.

The woman was immediately ridiculed for her appearance and unkempt hygiene.

She was called a witch or a dirty drifter’.

Everyday, she would close her grey eyes, meditate under the large tree on the cliff and ’think’ about how to become a better person, not for herself, but for others around her’."

Stephanie no longer is listening and seems to be in a quiet trance like state.

Her lime green, thousand yard stare going through the table.

Her left eye twitches but nobody notices while the last saved guest continues.

Isfet: "...’Ymir fully believed that humans working for each other, would create a more peaceful world for all.

With all the time given to her to think and ponder, the ostracized girl realized what she wanted most, it was to help those who didn’t accept her.

There was a reason she was rejected, and she wanted to find out why.

Various forms of killing had been used up to that point in history, but Ymir, chose kindness as her weapon.

She had wondered once, ’is the real reason I try to be nice to people... Is so I get rewarded?

Is THAT why those people mistreat me?

Could they sense my mind’s true intent, even if I am not aware of my own mind going rogue? 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

....No.’, she said."

Ichythis tosses her cig filter in the same cup her acquaintance did.

She then grabs the fag pack, pulls out another smoke, and ignites it.

Ichythis(thinking): *Huh, I feel like I’ve heard this story before...but where?*

Isfet: "...’One snowy winter morning, after more ridicule and being exiled, Ymir was sitting with her arms wrapped around her knees, under the tree full of leaves despite the season.

The poor young woman had tears in her eyes while looking at the forever blue sea stretching further than the horizon’.

At that moment she thought...she thought..."

The storyteller apparently gets choked up while recalling the next depressing line of the tale.

Because of the confusing pause, nobody at the table notices as a barely visible, a familiar thin layer of golden lime green ’covers’ Stephanie for a split second, then vanishes.

It takes so long in fact...

MamMon DæMon: "...’At that moment, Ymir thought to herself, ’what if I jumped from this cliff?

Would my death make the lives of those people who hate me, better?

Those same people who belittle me, shun me, and objectify me.

I hate them.

...

...

...But that hate isn’t the hate of someone wanting another to fail’, she confessed.

’I want them to realize their mistakes.

Then they will understand, that everyone should be given respect to lose, and not force others to fight for respect’.

Understanding how the woman felt, the sentient Seiõr, also desiring acceptance, had found the inaugural Völva’."

Within Stephanie’s mind, something only she can hear *CLICKS*.

MamMon DæMon(to Isfet): "I must say, for such a gorgeous sapling with no SpacialSeiõr, that story is quite ancient for you to be know the majority of it by heart."

Isfet shakes her head, her only available eye filling with tears and a single snowflake carefully floats to the table, and disappears.

She then looks over at Bethany sound asleep with her head and arms on the table.

Isfet: "Until I got this Eyelien, I was technically blind and only had my older sister to rely on, because both our parents were murdered when I was an infant.

My sister Edom, would tell me that story every night before bed while we were in foster care.

I never asked her where she knew it from, I just assumed it was another fairytale."

Tristan’s eyes lock with the DæMon’s at the opposite end of the table.

Tristan: "Madame MamMon, I only ask this out of respect for your proven expertise, but i-is Shelly some kinda reincarnation of that legendary Valkyrie you mentioned?"

Breaking eye contact for a brief moment then back, MamMon grins and the incredibly perceptive soldier.

MamMon DæMon: "While I can’t say for 100% certainty that she is, I wouldn’t have brought up her legacy otherwise.

That is, if I didn’t also want to test your detective skills, Boy."

Tristan narrows his eyes.

MamMon DæMon: "I can say however, I was one of the last living beings to witness the respectable female warrior before her death. More than 800 years ago.

So when I was retrieving Isfet earlier, I was fascinated by the likeness of the once renowned #1 fighter of these Mountains, who you all know as ’Shelly’."

She once again looks behind Tristan.

MamMon DæMon: "However, after seeing the SoulSeiõrShield of Skalmönd’s possible reincarnation, and now your lover’s, I think there is more of a purpose behind that tale Isfet so kindly told."

Tristan gets alarmed and quickly turns his torso around to see his purpose/wife to be.

Everyone else (other than sleeping Bethany) at the table does the same and suddenly, the entire room begins to glow a golden lime green hue.

No longer caught in her ’trance like state’, Stephanie has added a golden base to her one pure lime green SoulSeiõrShield.

Her entire body is covered in the breathtaking illumination.

Tristan: "Stephanie?..."

Peyton almost falls out of his chair from being completely caught off guard by the new sight.

Peyton: "What the Hell?!?"

His shouts wake Bethany up and she does fall out her chair.

The equally confused young woman examines herself and her new two toned ’armor’ of Old Norse magic while MamMon DæMon explains to Peyton.

MamMon DæMon: "You see, Rookie, because you are attached to one of those symbiotes, it grants you the opportunity to see exactly what you were missing out on in this world..."