"In their hearts was a disease, and Allah(God) has increased their disease to them; and for them is a grievous punishment because they lied.

And when it is said to them: ’Create not disorder on the earth,’ they say: ’We are only promoters of peace.’

Beware! it is surely they who create disorder, but they do not perceive it.

And when it is said to them, ’Believe as other people have believed,’ they say: ’Shall we believe as the foolish have believed?’

Beware! it is surely they that are foolish, but they do not know.

And when they meet those who believe, they say: ’We believe;’ but when they are alone with their ringleaders, they say: ’We are certainly with you; we are only mocking.’

Allah(God) will punish their mockery and will let them continue in their transgression, wandering blindly.

These are they who have taken error in exchange for guidance; but their traffic has brought them no gain, nor are they rightly guided." -Holy Quran Al-Baqarah 2:11-17

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MamMon DæMon: "Usually when someone is granted a SanguineSoulSeiõrShield, the universal energy adds a golden layer, to go with the hue of SoulSeiõr corresponding to each proselytized individual’s truest temperment within their heart."

With only her Eyelien symbiote to give away her expression, Isfet looks immediately intrigued by the DæMon’s information.

Isfet: "Their heart?"

MamMon DæMon(nods): "You see my dear, for every organic computer existing within a physical reality such as this one, there are theoretically two sources that make up their decisions."

She points to her temple.

MamMon DæMon: "The processors for all possible realities are, the brain..."

She then points to her chest where her heart should be.

MamMon DæMon: "...And the heart."

Ichythis: "Damn, that’s some philosophical shit right there...."

She takes a toke from her cig, letting the blonde woman continue.

MamMon DæMon: "You see, both organic processors allow a human to imagine possible futures, which is the core ability to all of what makes humanity...’different’ from the rest of the living beings here.

All sentience has the ability to use their mental processor to methodically navigate the world through instinct. However, the heart of humans is what drives them to achieve more than all other life.

A person’s ’driving soul’ per se, exists with the chambers of the vital organ."

The DæMon looks over at Ichythis.

MamMon DæMon: "Whether it is one’s personal integrity..."

She then looks over at Isfet.

MamMon DæMon: "...Or a driving force to accomplish a goal fueled by revenge..."

Finishing her scanning of the table, she looks over at Tristan.

MamMon DæMon: "...Or the love and compassion for someone who makes life worth living, the heart creates an emotional future that our brains, couldn’t handle.

One’s future all depends on which imagined destiny the vessel eventually chooses to side with and more often than not, what others immediately around them choose too.

For example, when a person who chooses to side with the emotions of their heart’s possible reality, the individual creates a compassionate and sympathetic environment for all those who would have turned to evil otherwise, but at the same time they are leaving themselves open to be taken advantage of by those already shaped by nefarious emotions.

While the individual who views the world with an objective view point on facts, tends to believe more in the brain’s possible realities.

This eventually makes those humans take sometimes offensive or otherwise unnecessary precautions, no matter what negative emotions it causes others around them.

I would even argue choosing to side with the heart is also one of the reasons humans continuously fall into monogamous love commitments, despite the recorded facts based off of their nature."

Tristan: "It almost sounds like how people used to take political stances when national politics still mattered.

I was never really into it, but it was always shoved in our face. Now that you mention it, people must have chose their political party based on whichever processor’s imagined future they had sided with."

MamMon DæMon: *chuckles*

"Your Constant Comparative Analysis is very interesting, Boy.

Every organic computer has a certain temperment based of their heart’s emotional molding. Like in the case of our lovely and hospitable host here, Stephanie can conjure up a bright green SoulSeiõrShield that matches the color of healing Seiõr.

She is a natural healer and caregiver."

The cloaked woman looks over at Tristan with a smirk.

MamMon DæMon: "With not only the love of her life, but also, the compassion of four younger siblings, hoping and having faith their older sister will always be able to make this existence less sufferable for them all."

Stephanie blushes from the praise as MamMon looks at everyone seated with an IceEye/Eyelien, stopping at a tipsy blushing Peyton. Her beautiful gaze and quick intimidating upper lip lick makes the man in his late-20s blush and look away.

MamMon DæMon: "Those alien organic processors have not just learned about their world from what you’ve done while it has been attached to you, but it’s learned from the memories, emotions, and reactions of it’s host’s personal life situations before and after the interspecies pairing."

Tristan(thinking): *It’s kind of how it works with humans. Depending on where a person ends up living on this planet, the history of winners will be seen and told differently than the perspective of the losing side."

MamMon DæMon: "From what I’ve been able to deduce with my own Nye-omnipotency, in the same way as my sisters and I, all of those alien eye symbiotes were created only for the purpose of their life giver’s immoral intentions.

All of them, except the two lefties within the respective Yin and Yang Vessels.

The symbiotes in each of their transferee hosts, were designed to replicate my husband’s and the Yang Vessel’s left eyes, as well as the alien dragon, ’Leviathan’, who started this apocalypse.

Those symbiotes were created in the image of ’The Eyes of Wisdom’."

Stephanie looks at everyone at the table.

Other than MamMon and herself, the rest of the current party has a symbiote. She stares directly at Tristan’s alien consumed right ocular sensor.

Stephanie (to herself): "...’The Eyes of Wisdom’..."

While teaching the newly formed group of adults the origins of the IceEyes/Eyeliens, and other "info dump material", MamMon takes a glance at the half full whiskey bottle and reaches over grabbing it.

Peyton: "H- *hic* eey..."

Without much of a care, the light weight puts his slightly drunk head down on the table.

MamMon DæMon: "From what I’ve learned using my Nye-omnipotency, about a month ago, the last of humanity’s rather peculiar looking creators, explained the concept of the special lefties to my husband’s contemporary force, the chosen Vessel for all that is Yang."

*pop*

She uncorks the bottle and takes a look at the label around the glass.

MamMon DæMon: "This is Scotch?"

Bethany nods and then, in astonishment, the rest of the table watches the beautiful ~1,000 year old woman begin chugging the 45% ABV whiskey straight from open neck.

Ichythis: "Damn...so witches can get drunk to forget their problems too?"

As if not even affected by downing a quarter bottle of the hard liquor, the incredibly formidable woman *buuurps* and with full coordination, puts the cork back in the opening to the whiskey and places it back exactly where it was.

MamMon DæMon: "I promise you, my Little Fish, there isn’t enough alcohol in the world that could get me inebriated, nor allow me to forget the self brought horrors of my past."

Stephanie: "Well, that’s why you have us, right?"

The DæMon slowly moves her blue eyed stare into a lock with the lime greens of the young woman sitting across the table.

MamMon DæMon: "What was that you just said, my dear?"

Stephanie looks at Bethany, then at Tristan, and finally back to MamMon.

Stephanie: "W-Well, that’s why you assembled us all together, r- right?

So we can help you create a few new stories and anecdotes.

That way, even after all of us are gone and you’re still around, Madame MamMon, you’ll can reminisce on our soon to be experienced good times, before you have to backtrack towards your crappy memories."

Tristan smiles at the wholesomeness and sincerity in the words coming from his soulmate.

Bethany is blushing and her eyes shimmer while admiring Stephanie’s adorable way with words.

MamMon closes her eyes with a soft smile and thinks to herself for a moment.

MamMon DæMon(thinking): *Yea, sure.

I’ll remember you all like the pets you are. There’s no sentimentality within a DæMon’s heart, but if it helps them complete the objective for now...*

Tristan: "I’m truly not trying to ruin or undermine your feelings or emotions, Madame MamMon...

But before we get too far off track, can you resume your explanation." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

MamMon DæMon: "Oh, yes I do apologize.

Where was I?

Oh, right.

So millions of years before the genetic building blocks towards humanity’s evolution were even assembled, that catalyst alien to this new world, Leviathan, stole the Creation Eye of Wisdom.

The dragon originally was a sentient being made up of multiple condensed wandering thought energy, those ’clouds’ you’ve seen escaping from those ice aliens, they are the combined remainders of the deceased processors from past organic life, that had died with pure hate, chaos, rage, and malice.

My greatest question now is, since humanity was still hundreds of millions of years away from emerging out the primordial froth, where did that original hateful energy and that violent thought energy come from?

Even using Seiõr to advance my knowledge, I can’t see that far back in the universe’s lifetime."

The young family man is thinking deeply about the DæMon’s statements.

Tristan (thinking): *Could that original source of Leviathan’s core have possibly been another species of life? A species that lived like us humans, but weren’t human?*

MamMon DæMon: "After stealing the Eye of Creation, that cursed ice dragon didn’t have the proper authority from Seiõr to create the advanced type of life those eye symbiotes currently represent.

They’re organic learning computers that were unnaturally birthed and given an unfair consciousness within those frozen vessels.

Leviathan takes advantage of the drive those negative spirits have, and places them within the chest cavities of every Iceman. The rage and hate once released into this universe now resides in the aliens.

Since the Icemen themselves will never be accepted by Seiõr, those Vættir are the fuel that powers the ice hardware allowing them to move around.

However, all those symbiotes know is of a world full of hate and rage while connected to those monsters, explaining why their SoulSeiõr aura is a bloody red.."

Tristan: "Woah, please, just hold on, Madame MamMon.

All this info bombing, I need to unpack that last bit.

So that alien ice dragon is smart enough to devise plans that convoluted?

To me, it sounds like Leviathan created the IceEyes first, then the Icemen."

MamMon DæMon: "It was clearly intelligent enough to dethrone Seiõrless humanity for the past three years, Boy.

Don’t forget, Leviathan is still a threat to you all.

He could be creating another wave of meteors full of rampaging aliens for his next visit.

Who knows, now that it’s seen human forms, it could drop a round of meteors that have humans inside."

Everyones eyes grow wide and they look at each other.

MamMon DæMon: "Not to mention, if Skalmönd and the Yang Vessel manage to take that Creation Eye from the monster, we all might as well start praying, cause that Yang is all about destroying humanity."

Tristan’s fists are clenched tight, resting on his thighs hearing about Katsu.

Isfet: "Umm... Madame MamMon, was it?

First, I’d like to thank you for saving me from getting torn apart tonight."

MamMon DæMon: "Don’t worry about it.

As the hostess here stated, it’s for my future stories to tell my 2nd Generation children born from the seed of my husband.

..And second?"

Isfet swallows her spit before speaking to the clearly overconfident and powerful being.

Isfet: "Second?"

MamMon DæMon: "You said ’first’. Usually that implies you had a follow up to your graciousness."

Isfet: "Oh, r-right.

Ah...second...

What did you call those clouds the dragon uses to power the Icemen bodies?"