Cloaked DæMon: "Rejoice! People of these caged mountains!

For this is your liberation!

No longer will you be forced to live within these metal mountains. Over 150,000 of us have been lied to, and told to stay hidden, but salvation exists outside these mountains!

Fear not, nothing will change as of now, but if you swear your loyalty to me, within 30 days we will all be under the actual sun again!

I promise you protection and wealth that is equal to your contribution, but most importantly, you can leave these cages and find happiness again!

To conquer the land controlled by the opposition!

What is the total worth of the life you leave behind after death!? That’s all that matters in this world!

Let everyone know, the Erinyes Revolution has begun and your new leader, is none other than I!

Your former ’Supreme Ultimate’ of HFF and now ’Supreme Leader’ of the Revolution...!"

The hood finally falls back, revealing golden blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that seem to create their own matching aura color, no alien symbiote.

MamMon DæMon: "...I am THE MamMon DæMon!"

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MamMon DæMon: "Since you, General Nephilim, made the first move in the overthrowing, I took the initiative of making sure the remaining Sisters were eliminated by the time you returned. Don’t worry, all civilians were spared and only a handful of security casualties died protecting the home that protected them and their loved ones. Thanks to you and I, Erinyes Nephilim, the people of those mountains have been liberated and I have promised them all, THIS CITY, as the first step towards regaining freedom."

Nephilim: "Wait...how did you?-"

Holding her hand with golden painted nails to her smiling mouth, she chuckles.

MamMon DæMon(chuckles): "Basic bribery and espionage, ’Neffy’. Oh...aannnd with intermediate knowledge of Seiõr, haha!"

Everyone is completely and comedically confused with •__• faces, since this is the first time the term Seiõr is used in front of them.

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From the back, behind Nephilim, Bethany slowly raises her hand.

Bethany: "...Wazzat?"

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The energy ball doesn’t stop after the double kill.

It continues soaring, until it lands in the middle of the giant playground that was once home to the happiness from dozens of children playing on it, only 5 years prior.

As soon as the ’SeiorShot’ hits the first piece of rubber mulch, the entire playground in the short distance, explodes.

Tristan watches the explosion while on his ass, sitting in the lightly SeiõrSnow covered grass, completely amazed by the display of Seiõr’s potential power.

The sound wave from the explosion moves quickly and carries a decent amount of heat with it, that it blows all the accumulated SeiõrSnow away from Tristan and just for a brief moment, the SeiõrSnow stops falling from the sky but immediately starts back up again.

Everyone else watches from a further distance way, they can physically see the approaching sound wave, affecting the moisture in the air as it passes and they all feel the cosmic energy being dispersed back into the surrounding universe around them.

MamMon DæMon takes a deep breath and wipes her forehead, looking up at the bright full moon in the sky with a smile.

MamMon DæMon: "I hope I’m doing right by you, Vessel of Yin. When will you come to visit me? I want to know how it feels to give someone, MY everything."

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MamMon DæMon(to herself): "So we did miss a few...God Damn you, Skalmönd.

(to Persephone) Well that saves me time from using Seiõr to find out why, but turns out, you’re a DæMon! 2nd+ Generation too! Welcome to the family, ’Per Se Phōnē DæMon’."

Persephone tilts her head in confusion.

Persephone: "I-I’m sorry?"

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Maniae: "To be honest Arai, I’ve watched my life form into this. I had a loving, beautiful mother, a stern but caring father, and my big brother is the most amazing, selfless person to walk the face of this planet. You would love him. He’s got red eyes like me and my mum. His hair is poofy and long but it makes him look bigger. But most of all, he’s the hero who has to play bad guy. Only bad guys kill, but I know when my bro killed the actual bad guys, he did it for me, my mum and my dad. That’s not what bad guys do, is it? Bad guys are selfish and only end up dying to the good guys, right? So my Big Bro can’t be dead, right?

But I lost my mother to brain cancer. It won the battle over her so quickly, I doubt the letter informing my brother got to him before she actually died. I still have my father, unfortunately, and my brother isn’t dead. No matter what my drunk bitter Dad says. But Arai you, you’ve had nothing except public resources, and your own willpower, but you didn’t make excuses. You wanted to be a functioning, hard working human naturally and you achieved your own happiness. I don’t wanna sound like a dork or anything, but you really saved my ass today."

There is no response, and Maniae looks over to see his new friend, sound asleep on the hardwood floor. The open red eye fixates on the sleeping face of Arai, and he smiles.

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MamMon DæMon: "I had to spoon feed those ’Noble Prize minds’ with science and make them think their silly little contraptions were the cause for the successful retaliation. As well as the beginning to the end of a major global war. I operated in a way the government powers at the time wouldn’t get suspicious but also so they couldn’t actually replicate my power. The study of ’science’ is the human’s laughable attempt at explaining and replicating Seiõr control, without having to actually acknowledge that the universal energy exists. Whenever there were threats of nuclear warfare between humans, they were all bluffs and empty threats. Every single government that claimed to have the same force I created, was lying out their ass. The closest thing humans ever actually got to MY power, were those tiny missiles and rockets they would send back and forth at each other or intercept each other’s out of the sky without damage. But it was I who created something those feeble missiles and explosives could never intercept or stop. My power alone was able to end a global war, without any active retaliation in return. At that moment in history, I was accepted as "the angel of death" to all life on earth.

Persephone, once again stops writing to take a moment and remember the events of the war, that proceeded after the DæMon supposedly intervened.

Persephone(thinking): *Is Seiõr really that powerful of an energy form, that it can accomplish what most humans have attempted to obtain since the ending of the first war amongst humans? The ability to end all war, without anybody able to stop them?*

MamMon DæMon: "Humans could never even attempt to achieve victory with an overwhelming physical force that they, themselves, create. Only the power of an Erinyes Angel could accomplish such results of retribution, without any consequence and only satisfaction."

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Persephone: "Madame MamMon, please, just tell me, which creature did you bring to this reality?"

MamMon DæMon: "One of the many hounds that guard the underworld, but THE hound, whose purpose was to protect the Queen of his realm.

My mother was known as the Valkyrie of Chains, so I figured, I would ally myself with the unchainable beast.

Garmr!"

Persephone’s eyes widen hearing the name.

Persephone: "Gar...mr?"

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Esau: "And I swear, my dear Edom, I swear with my own two hands, I’ll make that bitch, Laban, feel the same disparity and emptiness as me. After I put her through the mental torment she put you through."

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MamMon DæMon: "Sorry, it’s just a little amusing knowing my sisters and I got our revenge on our irresponsible mothers AND all the Valkyrie achievements were stripped from the annals of all history as well."

The sun shines down on the suffering man with an apparently dark past and the wind blows his red tipped hair, his angry eyes focused ahead.

MamMon DæMon: "Revenge truly makes you feel so much better, poor Esau. Trust me, and I will help you achieve this elation too."

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Nephilim: "Well, time to start your first mission. Just know, I’m proud of you and Arai for how far you two have progressed these past few weeks and hey, between you and me, no more picking on Silph, okay? The whole situation with her is kinda fucked up, and I hope you can respect that."

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Governor: "Get me OUT! HEEELP! PLEASE, SOMEBODY HELP ME!! OH GOD! OH GOD, PLEASE NO! HEEEEEEEELP!!!!"

He starts clawing at the wood but it only just makes his own blood drip on him from his fingers.

The governor lets out a horrible scream that can only be heard by Nephilim, as a muffled scream under fresh dirt, in the middle of a cemetery.

Nephilim: "That’s right, waste whatever little air you have left in there. Like father, like son...both in Hell."

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Nephilim: "Don’t worry Dice, I am leaving after I use my given privilege to inform you all, that you have been invited by MamMon DæMon and the rest of the Erinyes controlled territory, to a challenge of strength in teamwork and combat.

I’m sure by now you have assembled 11 vagabonds willing to commit acts of assault for a reward. Well, make sure you summon them for 3 days from now, 12 PM."

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Madame Fryer flies in with a piercing stab attack but without acknowledging the incoming legendary sword, MamMon does a backflip to dodge and lands back on the guardrail, exactly where she was.

Madame Fryer floats in the middle of the freeway without attacking.

MamMon DæMon: "You should’ve known you couldn’t challenge me with your capabilities alone Granny and I don’t even have my SeiõrShield active, nor have you made me use a single after image. Have you forgotten, my gross mother and her colleagues overpowered the strongest armies throughout history. Embarrassed those men so badly, they falsely documented that it was the Viking men who were the victors, and not admit to the fact, a small clan of overpowered women were the reason for their downfall. That battle power, was unfortunately for us all, passed down to me and my cursed sisters."

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Mammon DæMon: "It’s a good thing you are their objective, ’Phæthon’, daughter of Clymene, because when that Yang Vessel and Skalmönd lose in a couple days, I’ll be training you with any other 2nd Generation DæMons I find and I’ll have an endless tap of PsychoSeiõr.

Just like Skalmönd did with Iôunn!"

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Peyton, gets to his feet and moves to the window, finally looking far out to the borders of Roronora City.

His yellow eye aura immediately changes to a scared blue and his eyes grow in horror once he sees the surrounding, suffocating swarm of smaller Icemen, beginning to enter the city.

With a clear view of all the encircling giant Icemen, a few miles from the city borders.

The wall of aliens is a half mile thick, with every Icemen shoulder to shoulder.

Peyton runs to his desk, gets to the phone, and with his now shaking hand, he presses ’666’. Without a ring, a woman picks up on the other end.

Woman on Phone: "Is this a drill?"

Peyton: "No! Activate the alarm! A giant mob of Icemen have begun invading Roronora City, they’ve already broken the gates and there’s giants too!"

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Stephanie recognizes the possible apocryphal situation the stranger might be sensing.

She crouches down to eye level with Isfet, and gives a slight scowl with her two beautiful human lime green eyes. She stares deep into the Middle Eastern woman’s soul, but with a closed eye smile, she switches the vibe.

Stephanie: "I can put it on for you, if you’d like."

Isfet’s IceEye fills up remembering Nurse Joyce, and how Stephanie is treating a stranger with the same kindness.

Stephanie: "Believe me, I know how hard it can be to trust others, especially individuals outside of your ’comfort group’, but I promise, you can trust us.

We’ve all suffered hardships in life, gone through downs and losses, but if those of us who know how it feels to hurt, can stick together, in the end, we should all be happy as an even bigger family, right?

Teehaaha!"

Isfet’s bottom lip quivers while the hospitable young lady carefully puts the eyepatch on her guest.

Stephanie: "From what Tritty and Bethany have told me, that Don Laban woman has been abusing her power and deserves proper justice.

We are nothing like her, and all Erinyes territory has the opposite ideology of that dictator-like environment she was in charge of.

Here, respect isn’t earned, it’s given.

We’ll treat you with the kindness and respect every life deserves, but around here, it’s solely up to you, it’s your responsibility, on whether or not you gain more of that hospitality, or lose our trust all together.

By the way, I’m Stephanie, it’s my pleasure to be of any help you may ever need.

Teehaaha!"

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Everyone else at the adult table, all with alien symbiotes, looks at the woman of the house as if she is going insane.

Tristan: "Uhhh, Steph... Wh-Who are you talking to?"

Stephanie tilts her head in confusion. Then looks back at the chair confused.

Suddenly there is a disembodied woman’s voice coming from the chair.

Ichythis: "It’s my ability, they all have one of those alien eyes. That’s why they can’t see me.

Sorry."

Surprising all the eye users, as if fading into reality, the female Roronora City officer Shelly had left behind in the park’s eatery appears, sitting in the once empty chair.

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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?"

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MamMon DæMon: "I’ve already explained how it isn’t possible for the Aether to simply provide someone with that in which they seek.

However, because of the sensational materializing and manifesting abilities of PsychoSeiõr, Skalmönd was able to defeat the mythology in the way of her desires, and she exited every Mindscape, with a ’fictional’ weapon from the Æther.

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

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Silpheed’s red eye swells with tears, but a soft hand lands on their shoulder. Turning their head, Silpheed sees Maniae making direct eye contact with his superior.

Maniae: "I’m sorry...

But now, I think I kinda figured out why you are reliable and always so dependable to Mr. Nephilim.

I don’t want to fail neither Mr. Nephilim, or Arai, but I can’t be confident that I won’t until I get stronger.

Please, Big Sis, can you help train me so I can get strong enough to be dependable to everyone?"

Silpheed is clearly blushing from being called "Big Sis" but shakes her head out of it, and gives the good hearted, ambitious red eyed young man an over animated nod and a visible puff of determination squeezes through the face covering.

Maniae: "Alright! Can we train right now?!"

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Nephilim: "Those abilities of yours continue to go beyond my expectations each and every day, Madame MamMon. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

So, it seems with Seiõr you don’t need to have a proper form of identification to ride this shuttle?"

Smiling from underneath her hood, the DæMon crosses her legs underneath her black cloak with Money Tree patches scattered all over.

MamMon DæMon: "I could say the same for your renowned composure, Erinyes Nephilim.

Most individuals would have at the very least, turned to make sure their minds weren’t playing tricks on them.

But like most ’Blood-Eyes’, you surely are special, aren’t you, Erinyes Nephilim?"

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MamMon DæMon: "Holmgangs were fought 3–7 days after the challenge was issued and accepted.

If the person who was challenged did not turn up for the holmgang on the agreed upon setting of the sun, the other party was considered the winner and owner of the others property.

If the offended party did not turn up for the holmgang they had declared themselves, they were deemed a slimy, no good, niðingr.

That cowardly action alone could have been sentenced to outlawry. If that niðingr is unwilling or unable to defend their claim, they had no honor.

More often than not, a capable warrior volunteered to fight in the place of a clearly outclassed friend."

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Persephone: "I’ll never be able to create characters who can talk directly to those ’readers’ and tell them, from how much care and effort I’ve put into my own universe, it doesn’t seem too farfetched to believe we are all characters, designed from the stories that inspired our own universe’s God/creator/author.

I think...

I think I might need to take a break..."

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Stephanie: "Tritty, when we both experienced how much joy Shelly brought Katsu on that first day of combat training, from her brute strength alone, I won’t lie, I got jealous of her.

Not of his love for her, because trust me, I receive more love than I know what to do with from both you and the girls."

Fidgeting in her seat from the rush of energy, and now properly paired with her usual timidness, the two tone SoulSeiõrShield vanishes as the woman of the house continues.

Stephanie: "I-I was jealous of her strength. I wanted to be able...

I wanted the same ability she has.

I wanted to be able to step up to any challenge for the man I clearly love."

Tristan: "Steph..."

MamMon listens to the scene of true love play itself out while puffing on her cig, as well as the other two women smoking from their gifted packs. Taking one last looooooong drag that turns more than half the extra long cigarette into ash.

It makes the other two drop their individual smokes in amazement.

MamMon DæMon: *exhales* Besides, who said anything about her being in danger?

You might not be a 2nd Generation, but with this discovery, along with Persephone and the ’prize’ of our Holmgang in a couple days, I could have 3 sources of PsychoSeiõr and someone else other than myself with a SanguineSoulSeiõrShield."

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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.."

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MamMon DæMon:*sighs* "Admittedly, it is simply a placeholder name for those cloud of energy until there is more information at my disposal, in all honesty.

Technically, it was a loose term that was used for any type of supernatural entity. It originated around my homeland, some time between when the Vikings reign started and ended."

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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..."