"...’You will not certainly die,’ the serpent said to the woman.

’For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.’

When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it.

She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it.

Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves."-Genesis 3:4-7

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[Erebus City Church]

Jay: "I just want to be free of this memory, Madame MamMon.

If you heard what I said while praying, you know I can’t just give this memory back to Persephone.

What kind of man would I be if I did?

It would be, in some sort of twisted way, like I was the one sexually assaulting her in the end. Not that scumbag.

I don’t know what to do..."

Under the brand new House of God, there is a moment of silence before the Scandinavian witch chuckles and lets out one of her quiet shorter laughs.

MamMon DæMon: "...ototoh...

Well dear Boy, you are in luck.

There may be an answer to both your prayers right before your very eyes, if you’re willing to make a little bit of a deal."

The young distraught man looks up from his hands.

With the sitting DæMon is still holding his hot orange and red blade, she holds it up for him to grab the handle.

MamMon DæMon: "Believe me, I understand how it feels to be left with unforgettable horrors. Haunting you every time you close your eyes to sleep at night.

Voices you’ve heard only once before, playing on loop. Over and over and over and over."

Jay’s quivering hand grabs the handle to his taken blade and the intangible woman in front of him lets go. The orange Seiõr covering her hand dissipates and it disappears into her sleeve.

Jay: "I’m not dumb."

MamMon DæMon: "I’m sorry?"

Jay sheathes his blade and it gets darker. The only light source left is the dangling dim lightbulb in the middle of the church.

Jay: "Your name is literally ’DæMon’. Why would I make a deal with you, just so you can-"

As he talks, from Jay’s PoV, he blinks and the witch that he was just staring at has vanished from where she was sitting.

Jay: "... manipulate... me...."

From behind him the DæMon slithers out from the shadows of the pew behind him.

In one coordinated motion she pulls his right arm back, puts her left arm around his throat and leans back.

MamMon DæMon: "What did I tell you about comparing me, or my sisters to those figmented facades of personified evil?"

Jay is struggling while being choked by the lethal woman, but her pure Valkyrie brute strength is too much for any mere human to counter.

MamMon’s nose twitches in anger and she lets her release go, pushing him forward.

Jay folds over the bench in front of him, gasping for air. After a few breaths, he gets back into fight mode and pulls out his blade.

Once again, it lights up the room better than any candle or dimmed lightbulb.

He quickly turns around, but to nobody’s surprise, the fast moving Scandinavian witch is no longer there.

MamMon DæMon: "So you’re back to using that again?"

Jay’s eyes look up to see that she is now standing upside down on the ceiling, right above him. Only her high heels and ankles are exposed by the gravity on her Money Tree cloak.

MamMon DæMon: "I’m not really much in the mood to teach you a lesson at this time of the night, dear Boy.

However, if you continue to be a nuisance when I am simply trying to assist you with a solution to your troubles, I won’t hesitate to give you a quick tutorial on how things work around here."

Jay takes a knee as he is shuddering both in anger and fear, clenching his teeth so hard the vein in his temple is exposed.

From up above, MamMon can only make out the frustrated soldier mumbling something under his breath.

MamMon DæMon: "What was that?

You going to have to speak up from all the way down there?"

Jay: "I said, what do you want with me, you damn DæMon?!?

Can’t you see I have enough to deal with?!?

Why is my mind like this?!?"

Inside her dark hood, with a frown, the damn DæMon waits for his broken hearted shouting to finish echoing in the open prayer hall.

MamMon DæMon: "Hmph."

All of a sudden, the bottoms of her footwear disconnect from the ceiling and she begins to free fall.

Easily flipping herself upright before she lands on the back rest of the wooden pew, and with no signs of imbalance.

The bright moon shines through the window behind her perfectly, as she looks down upon the kneeling sword holding soldier in distress.

MamMon DæMon: "As someone who sees your deed to release a 2nd Generation from her psychosis state, as an act of heroism, I’m willing to reward you.

This isn’t a snakes plot to lure you in with temptation or a governmenal tactic to use the law of reciprocity and make you do my dirty work..."

There is a bit of belief in her voice that makes Jay stop shaking and he looks up at her.

The DæMon has taken her hood off, revealing the gorgeous face and eyes that she inherited from her two female birth givers.

MamMon DæMon: "As fair as I’m aware of, the stipulations for your eye’s personal manipulation of Seiõr are as follows; While looking at an unconscious person, you can view and extract any memory from said person, thus giving yourself that evocation as if you had experienced it.

Is that right so far?"

Jay responds with a sad, silent nod.

MamMon DæMon: "Earlier, during your prayers, you mentioned that you also have the ability to give it back to Per Se Phōne, did you not?"

Jay: "I’m not giving it back to her."

MamMon DæMon: "Will you stop assuming?

For the love of-...

*sighs*

...So, that must also mean you can trasfer that memory to anyone of your choosing, is that not correct?"

Jay: "I’m not going to give it-mmm" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Before he can get it out MamMon has leaped from her perch and grabbed the man by the mouth with her right hand. The nails of this MamMon DæMon are painted in sequencing gold and green. Her left orange Seiõr covered hand, grabbing his still hot blade.

Just like how the IceEyes/Eyeliens release an aura, from the pupils of the DæMon woman, exactly how they were while fighting Esau, MamMon’s azule blue eyes are releasing a matching blue Seiõr aura.

At the same time, surprisingly forcing an EyeEngagement with the helpless host, without having an alien symbiote herself.

MamMon DæMon: "This...is...the last time I will tell you to stop interrupting me.

I have tried to be compassionate.

I have tried to present it in the most noble way I could, but you continue to psyche yourself out with the notion that I am some spawn sent from Hell, bent on tricking you into missing out on the ’eternal bliss of Heaven’.

I promise you, for the love of my husband, stop assuming there is a superficial meaning to my clan and listen to what I am trying to say.

Can you do that for me, Kid?

Can ya?"

Jay(muffled nod): "Mmffmhphhh..."

MamMon DæMon: "Good boy..."

She disengages with the symbiote, letting go of both his face and his blade. Jay falls back on his ass and his SunSword hits the hardwood floor, burning a marking into the newly constructed house of worship.

MamMon DæMon: "As I was saying, dear Boy, if you can transfer that crippling anamnesis and free yourself from that state you are in, why not pass it onto me?"

From his backside, Jay’s eyes widen in shock.

Jay: "Ma-Miss...

I couldn’t!"

MamMon DæMon: "Why not?"

Jay: "It’s the same reason I don’t feel comfortable to give it back or give it to a stranger!

It would be like I was the one who raped them instead!"

MamMon DæMon: "But I’m a consenting party."

The unsuspecting man on his ass can’t be anymore caught off guard by her response.

Jay: "Wh-What?"

MamMon DæMon: "...’I.

Am.

A.

Consenting.

Party.’

It’s not any different than a mentally delusional woman with a twisted rape fantasy, is it?

Except I’m not ’my sister’ and such temptations of the flesh with anyone other than my husband is fowl to think about."

Jay looks down at the floor between his legs. A bead of sweat rolls down his cheek.

Jay: "A-Are you sure?

What do you need to do for you in return?"

MamMon DæMon: "All I ask, is for your full cooperation against your old academy friends when we compete against them in 3 days...

See, I’m not going to take your soul.

Now come on, hand it over."

Jay pops of his IceEye to 2nd Stage, a sad blue aura.

Jay: "If it’s too much, I- I can take it b-"

MamMon DæMon: "Hurry the Hell up, Kid.

Oh and if you try to go snooping through my memories I promise you, I won’t hesitate to tear that symbiote out of your skull."

Jay swallows his spit, nods, and closes his human eye, his IceEye focusing on the DæMon closing her eyes.

Out of Jay’s IceEye, comes a cloud of dark ominous aura that looks exactly like the 100,000s of clouds Saku’s Berserk Anjell Eye absorbed in the attacked Roronora City.

The sounds of Persephone’s vivid rape can be heard inside the dark purple and blue cloud of Seiõr.

Decima’s Voice: "Scream again bitch and I’ll blow your fuckin brains out now, instead of as I finish.

Ohhh yea you’re scared now, I can tell."

The cloud floats directly towards MamMon and goes right into her ear where it disappears.

Jay takes a deep breath and his IceEye relaxes to it’s base-kit.

He opens his eyes back up and looks at his now dimming sword.

Jay: "I- I still know what it felt like to have that memory, but... It’s almost like a movie scene now..."

Looking at the woman he transferred the personal rape memory to, she is still calmly standing there with her eyes closed.

Jay: "Well...M-Madame MamMon?

How do you feel?"

Not only proving her physical strength, the DæMon now proves her mental strength.

MamMon DæMon(eyes closed): "That’s it? That’s what the two of you have been losing your sanity over?"

Jay is completely flabbergasted as she opens her eyes with a raised eyebrow snicker and a shrug.

MamMon DæMon: *shrugs* "Eh, I’ve been through worse."