"From whence shall we expect the approach of danger? Shall some trans-Atlantic military giant step the earth and crush us at a blow? Never...

...No, if destruction be our lot we must ourselves be it’s author and finisher. As a nation of free men we will live forever or die by suicide." -Abraham Lincoln

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{Siena, Tuscany, Italy

Inside the Montesiepi Chapel}

[Current Day]

Inside a 12th century stone Gothic style chapel, the walls and ceiling is decorated with religious art.

Part of a post Viking Era Cistercian Abbey, there is a trail of blood drippings leading right towards two familiar cloaked figures as they walk through the ruins.

A small cloaked figure, seemingly a child, with green pine tree symbols on her all black cloak, is sitting on the shoulder of a larger individual whose dark covering is stitched with purple wisteria tree symbols.

From the hooded shadow, inside the small green pine tree hood, comes a high pitched, little girl’s voice and she sniffles as if she has allergies.

Pine Tree Cloak: *sniffle* "It’s been a while since we’ve been here.*sniffle*

Those Yin followers really thought Skofnung was some old hermit’s sword this whole time, hahahahahha!"

She takes a moment to catch her breath, wipe her nose with her sleeve, and *sniffle* before...

Pine Tree Cloak: "hehehHahahahahahahahaha!

Tha- That’s even funnier, hehehe, than rehearing that rumor I had started, haha about how humans lose weight as they die because ’it’s their soul leaving their bodies’.

Hahahah!

*sniffles*

Humans release their bowels on death, that’s

all shit weight they are losing!

Hahahahhhahahahah!!!

Shit souls!

Shit souls!

Hahaha!"

*sniffles*

With an unnatural controlled balance, the little rascal kicks her legs, still sitting on the shoulder of her much larger, more quiet of a ride.

The "child" calms down and *sniffles* as the two make their way up a chipped stone stairway within the dark ancient Christian chapel.

Pine Tree Cloak: *sniffle* "So, it’s been almost 800 years now, are you finally going to rub your arm on Skofnung’s stone hilt to heal that wound Skalmönd gave to you?" *sniffles*

The same deeper female voice that was heard as the two were leaving the original "Initiation Arena" is projected from the purple wisteria hood.

Unlike her excited energy after realizing Skalmönd has returned, a facial expression isn’t needed to understand the largest DæMon seen so far is disinterested and unmotivated, by her slightly monotoned voice.

Wisteria Tree Cloak: "Don’t dare even ask me that, you ’reincarnation of Loki’, of course not.

I want to see if the legendary weapon will finally accept me as it’s respectful owner.

After defeating Skalmönd, I chose Skofnung as my reward.

Within my Yggdrasill, the soul of the blade seemed very discontent with the results after only once aiding a born woman in battle.

However, their interest in my integrity to not use the HealingHilt on the wound inflicted by Skalmönd, intrigued the encased soul of a true soldier.

So the two of us made an Oden’s Oath; ’I was allowed to wield him, only for the time being, and plunge his blade into stone. Any stone, but also anywhere his hilt was always away from the rays of the Sun.

In return after I ’prove myself worth’, while also continuing to live with the constant bleeding only his stone grip can heal, he would fairly consider accompanying us."

Pine Tree Cloak: *sniffles* "So what made you pick here of all places?" *sniffles*

Wisteria Tree Cloak: "Because the same day that I made that contract, was the same day you took off on your own, wouldn’t listen to a word I said, then you fell asleep for 2 days straight and wouldn’t move."

Pine Tree Cloak: "Ohh, yea...since we still go through hormonal imbalances like actual humans females, what do you expect?

That’s why I like staying at this ’pre-pubescent’ stage.

Well, that and tricking pedo pervs into getting themselves caught, hahahahhahhah!"

Wisteria Tree Cloak: "Why are you so envious of humans, that you must play such tricks on them, Hrist?"

The little girl pivets so she has a leg resting on each of the larger DæMon’s shoulders, and then she playfully hits the hood covering her sister’s identity. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Pine Tree Cloak: "Stop calling me by the same atrocious name of my mother, Abaddon!

I haven’t called you ’Göll’ because we’ve both had our new names for almost 500 years now.

How many times do I have to tell you?

It’s DeMogorgon now.

DeMogorgon DæMon."

As the two finish their exposition, they enter a large empty room inside the stone Rotonda building. In the room, two mummified arms are displayed in a glass case and they little girl giggles inside her cloak.

DeMogorgon DæMon: "heheheh, ’slaughtered by wolves’.

*sniffles*

Ahh it feels like it was just yesterday, when I laughed the hardest I ever have from the sound of that dumb thief’s begging and crying while you tore both forearms off his body."

Abaddon DæMon: "I wanted him to live knowing his mistakes, but you tortured him to death anyway."

DeMogorgon DæMon: "Hehe, yeaaa.

Good times, gooood times."

They continue further and approach a glass covering on the floor. Looking down at the conciously preserved relic, the foot of the larger DæMon stomps down and easily destroys the entire casing.

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{Roronora Lake}

[Current Day 10:28 P.M.]

The intensity of Berserk Saku’s sobbing increases as he stands up without looking at the adopted siblings. His single open Anjell Eye staring at the steel dome in front of him.

After he audibly inhales in a gasp of air, he exhales in the over animated bobbing motions.

Katsu(thinking): *His Anjell Eye is aware of making sure to avoid any EyeEngaging with me after what happened last time...*

From behind Katsu, Shelly’s after image disappears and the vessel under control by the rouge Anjell Eye easily blocks her incoming blade with the back of his newly metallic left hand, accompanied by the sound of metal scrapping against metal.

Even though it is still the same color as his skin tone, after using Jormungand’s ability of ’Personal Matter Manipulation’, the steel from Shelly’s katana and the back of Berserk Saku’s hand starts to create sparks.

The bright white center of the dark void aura, slightly narrows and the two disengage.

Shelly back lunges while Berserk Saku stays in the same spot and just as easily catches a pure white SoulSeiõrShield covered fist in his human skin textured right hand.

Noticing the advancement in the ability that is supposed to manipulate the entire body of the user, Katsu alerts his teammate.

Katsu: "Shelly! He’s using an advanced version of Jormy’s ability!

He can chan-!

Ahhh!"

*Knuckles Cracking*

The unmeasurable crushing strength around Katsu’s fist makes the Yang Vessel grimace in pain as his own fingernails begin to puncture his own palm.

As he is forced to one knee, there is only pure distain, hatred, agony, and wrath from the expression on Katsu’s face slowly looks up at the closed eye of for the vessel to his contemporary force.

On the other side of his face, the angry narrowed white "orb" within Berserk Saku’s head widens in surprise and releases it’s grip on the kneeling Katsu.

With no time to adjust it’s footwork to dodge, both of the sobbing Yin Vessel’s arms rise to protect the face and chest, like a boxer.

To the chagrin of the supreme alien symbiote, in control of a human vessel, an outlandishly powerful and almost "time stopping" connection from a golden pink SoulSeiõrShield covered flying haymaker hits the broken heart tattoo hidden behind the Anjell Eye’s aura, protected by the Vessel’s matching Black-Void SoulSeiõrShield.

Berserk Saku goes sailing to the opposite end of the arena’s rooftop.

Angry, growling, feral Shelly, is now back to having the rubber handle of her katana, chomped down on.

Katsu: "Good save, Shell."

She lands next to Katsu and takes the weapon out of her mouth.

Shelly: "Are you okay Katsu?*

He nods.

Shelly: "I have Madame Fryer on air recovery duty.

If one of us goes flying, she’ll help get us back while the other holds him off."

Her azule sensors and Valkyrie sense kicks in.

She has a charming combination of a cocky and blushing smile.

Shelly: "Hey, Katsu..."

Katsu: "Hm?"

Shelly: *chuckles*

"I-

’I can see it’."

Her afterimage disappears, leaving the adopted brother star eyed but absolutely stunned (in a good way) from the pure coolness to her reference. His smiling mouth twitches while agape.

Meanwhile, Berserk Saku uses Nephilim’s ability to slow his momentum mid air and it appears he is just floating there for a moment until...

As if catching on to the "move spamming", the real Vessel trying to use the floating afterimage once again as a distraction, gets caught with a Mach 2 dropkick right to his chest.

Almost like a kickball off of a baseball bat he gets line drived across the stadium until he gets hit again by a double pirouetting kick to his back.

Before he can use air manipulation, he is surprisingly caught by the awestruck recovered Katsu.

The rivaling captain snickers as he suplexes Berserk Saku on the metal beneath them, however...

Right before he was launched like a rubber kickball, the Absorption Eye took a quick peak at the grip between Shelly’s teeth and changed it’s entire vessel’s matter into just that.

The nape of Berserk Saku’s neck lands perfectly on the steel, but he bounces and finishes with a half back flip on to his feet.