[Mount Decima Military Residential District]

With the projected moon above having moved since last leaving his home, Nephilim is walking with Eden and Jay down the sidewalk a few blocks away from his house.

The few hidden speakers disguised as rocks or in shrubbery are quietly playing cricket, owl, and cicada mating calls. It goes perfect with the manufactured nightly suburban setting.

Eden is walking close to Nephilim’s right while the two men talking.

She also has the General’s large jacket on to warm herself up.

General Nephilim turns his head to look at her mid conversation.

Nephilim: "How are you feeling, Dear Eden?

No longer cold I hope?"

Eden: "B-B-Better, thank-k you, M-Mr. Nephilim."

Nephilim: "You should really try to find more in the budget to heat this place if you feel it’s that cold, Ms. Eden.

I’ll take a pay cut if I have to."

Jay raises an eyebrow at the man’s no hesitation to take less pay, as long as to heat the the mountains.

The beautiful, petite stuttering young genius grips the covering around her tightly, temporized to tell him.

Eden: "Th- Tha- That’s not th- the issue, S-S-S-S-Sir."

Jay still listening in silence has his hands in his pockets looks at the General for his response.

Nephilim: "Oh?

Then please, don’t be afraid to tell me how I can make your life more comfortable?"

Eden: "You- You do enough, Sir!

I ca- can’t tha- thank you enough!"

It-It’s the la- lack of resources.

M- M- Most of the count- count- county’s petro- petroleum oil su- su- supply is more N- N- North near the water."

Nephilim: "More North you say?

Why, that’s Dice’s territory."

The sophisticated General takes a moment to appreciate the coincidence.

Nephilim(thinking): *I don’t know if that was originally MamMon’s plan, but it works out perfectly.*

Nephilim carefully pats the extremely timid girl on the head twice while they continue walking, turning the corner, and she looks up at his half smile.

Nephilim: "Don’t worry Sweetheart.

We’ll see what we can do in three days when we obtain control over that area, and how much oil we can start abstracting.

It’s perfect.

Queen MamMon gets to defeat that monster of a girl on Dice’s side, I get the satisfaction of watching Dice realize his failures, while humanity regains more safety, land, and social economic resources to rebuild."

Jay(thinking): *Queen?*

Eden(thinking): *Quee- Queen?*

The Commanding General of all Erinyes territory looks back at Jay to his left.

Nephilim: "And you, Jason.

You claim to have made an agreement with the Queen to join us in a few days for our thrashing of the opposition?"

The young soldier scratches in between his dreads and recalls the moment that happened less than 20 minutes ago in the Erebus City Church.

Jay: "Yeaaa.

She noticed I had um...’a lot on my mind’, so she promised to help me out if I agreed to go with you guys and battle against Katsu and Shelly in 3 days."

It takes a few quiet seconds, but the cunning and intellectual Nephilim literally reads between the lines of the agreement and calls out his soldier.

Nephilim: "So you’re saying she took Persephone’s torturous memory from your mind.

After you, yourself, had told her the thoughts have been tormenting you for the past few weeks by the same memory.

Is this correct, young Jason?"

At first, surprised by the immediate, spot-on analysation of the General, Jay then puts his head down in disappointment of himself.

Jay(nods): "I’m sorry, General Nephilim sir.

It’s just...

It’s just, at first, I thought I could handle it.

I figured, it would help me become more reliable to the group, but after just a few weeks of hearing and seeing what Persephone went through that night..."

As they approach the outer perimeter to the lawn of his house, with two windows brightly lit, Nephilim stops.

He makes the two younger followers pause as well and they both are shocked when the most respected man in all of his controlled territory, drops to his hands and knees, bowing.

Eden takes a hop back, yipping in fear from the sudden movement.

Nephilim: "I’m truly sorry, young Jason."

Jay: "General? Sir!?

What are you-?!"

Eden looks back at the house, and from one of the lit up windows, a dark silhouette of someone watching moves away from the window.

Only a few seconds later, while Nephilim is talking, the window goes dark.

Nephilim: "I greatly apologize.

I had asked you to do something for me, that I didn’t realize had those types of negative repercussions on yourself, young Jason.

Like the truly dependable solder-

No, like the truly dependable man you are, you took that memory from a young woman I cared so deeply about and didn’t complain about the repressive memories you had received because of it."

Jay comedically looks around but the General no sooner gets back to his feet and dusts himself off.

Then he holds out his large hand for his trusty soldier to grab.

Nephilim: "As your commanding General, I thank you, and I want you to get some well deserved sleep.

We’ll figure out your reward and compensation for such acts of heroism, young Jason."

Jay chuckles and connects the handshake.

Jay: "I appreciate your apology, General Nephilim Sir, but it didn’t need to be that over the top, eheh..."

They disconnect their hands Nephilim lets a loud chuckle escape.

Nephilim: "Ha! Nonsense.

Now, like I said, it’s time for ’lights out’.

I’m sure Ms. Stephanie and young Tristan are worried you’re still out this late."

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[Inside Nephilim’s Home]

After his conversation with his new "Big Sister", Maniae is too gitty to go to sleep.

Maniae (thinking): *Oh boy!

After Big Sis trains me, I’ll for sure be able to impress Arai and maybe together we can beat Mr. Nephilim!

We can do it!

I need to write down what I think I need most improvement on, so Big Sis can help me on those areas of my fighting techniques!*

The red eyed teen slowly and quietly gets out of his bed, but he doesn’t realize...

*flick*

The light in the room turns on.

Arai(upset): "What are you doing?"

Caught completely by surprise, Maniae stumbles backwards and slips on a baseball bat laying on the floor.

He lucky lands back on his bed.

Maniae: "Arai?!"

He sits up to see the grimacing scowl of his friend and Arai’s blue eyes staring right through him.

He has the half finished midnight snack of an apple in his hand.

Maniae: "Wh- what are you doing up?"

Arai: "What does it look like?"

Keeping the light on and while chomping the last half of his fruit, Arai makes his way to the window.

Maniae is fully aware of the coldness behind his friend’s tone.

Arai opens the window and looks out the window to the artificial night sky while taking bites in silence.

After an awkward silence, the more extroverted black haired boy tries to find the right way invite his more introverted friend to his training session.

Maniae: "So, uh, Arai..."

Arai: "Yea? *bites*"

Maniae: "I- um, I might be training with ’one eye’ tomorrow."

Arai(mouth full): "Khuull."

From out the window, unknown to Maniae, Arai watches as Nephilim, Eden, and Jay approach the corner of the lawn.

The blonde young man takes his last bite and tosses the apple out the window.

He watches as Nephilim, the supposed most respectable person within his controlled territory, bows down to the feet of someone else.

Without any context, Arai snickers in disgust and closes the window.

He makes his way over to the light switch and without a word to his roommate, turns the lights out.

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[Inside Tristan and Stephanie’s Home]

Stephanie takes a deep breath after she closes the door to the girl’s bedroom and then walks out to the living room.

The area is full of her guests getting their sleeping bags ready, finding their own individual portion on the floor.

Stephanie: "Where’s Tristan?"

Isfet points her in the direction towards the man of the house.

Isfet: "He went to the kitchen to grab a pitcher of water."

Ichythis: "Yea, for us and in case ’Hot Shot’ over there woke up."

While the chain-smoking woman fishes out another cigarette from her already half gone pack, she waves her thumb at the wasted, passed out Peyton as he is laying on his stomach.

He is already drool snoozing, sprawled out on the only couch.

Ichythis and Isfet are next to the soft reclining loveseat.

Both look away from the comfy looking cushioned recliner, and then right at each other.

The tall, physically built orange haired woman looks at her new smoking buddy, sighs, and starts getting herself comfortable on her light blue sleeping bag the floor.

Ichythis: "Go ahead, you can have it.

I’m used to laying down on the floor anyway."

Isfet: "Are you sure?"

Ichythis gives her a nod of approval while sparking up her next cigarette.

She puffs out the initial smoke towards the ceiling and places her plastic cup/ash tray to a reachable distance.

To the smoker’s surprise, Isfet takes a seat on her all red sleeping bag right next to her new acquaintance.

Isfet: "It feels better on my back when I sleep on the floor.

Ever since my fight with that young woman earlier today, I’ve had this knot in my back."

As if just on time, the comedic dark, evil silhouette of Bethany creeps her way behind the one eyed woman.

As if feeling her perverse presence, Isfet starts to profusely sweat in nervousness without turning around.

Bethany: "Ohhhh.

It’s okay sweet, sweet, Izzy.

If you want, I have no problem with you wanting to be on your back all night.

If the both of you want, you two can come to my room and we can all share a bed toge-"

*BAM*

A saving knockout blow from Tristan sends Bethany face first into the loveseat.

While he goes to pick her up and bring her to her room alone, Stephanie places the water jug and a small stack of cups on the table moved to the corner of the room.

Stephanie: "Here’s your water.

If anyone needs anything, please don’t be afraid to knock on Tristan and my room."

Ichythis chuckles after taking a drag from her cig.

Ichythis:*chuckles* "You two responsible precocious teenage lovebirds won’t keep us up all night, I hope."

Both of the "lovebirds" blush, but with the KO’d Bethany in his arms, Tristan is one thousand shades less red than the clearly embarrassed young lime green hair and eyed woman.

Stephanie: "O-Oh no-no-no-no...

We um, we-"

Before turning around the corner to the hallway, but without turning around, Tristan saves the love of his life from the awkward situation.

Tristan: "All though most people would believe Stephanie and I would take advantage of our solidarity together, believe it or not, once we got it out of the way for our first time, we realized, there was no reason for us to make our own when we were left with her four sisters."

He looks down at the spiral eyes "lover girl" in his arms with a smile.

Tristan: "Just because someone doesn’t have an ounce of their blood shared with me, doesn’t mean I can’t love them like they were my own family."

The sounds of a key turning the door lock open can be heard and everyone looks as Jay walks in.

Jay: "Hey Triss, sorry I’m kinda late getting home.

Some...crazy shit happened tonight."

Stephanie smiles at her arriving guest not only returning safely, but also changing the topic of discussion all together.

Stephanie: "Welcome home Jason!"

Because of the way the doorway faces and the half wall blocking the newer guests sitting on the floor, without noticing Jay makes his way down the hall.

Jay: "I’mma take a shower then hop into bed.

Goodnight!"

Tristan: "Good night Jay."

Stephanie: "Goodnight, Jason."

KO’d Bethany(mumbling): "Whaa juu you mean dare’s only 3 off you?"

Tristan: "Okay everyone, lights out.

I’m sure the next Chapter of our lives will be explained tomorrow."

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[Within MamMon’s Forest]

Still completely beaten and bruised from his scuffle with the DæMon, Esau is still unconscious.

The sounds of chains dragging near by can be heard but they stop suddenly.

MamMon DæMon: "Well, it seems, dear Esau, if there were more proof needed to exhibit your place in this universe as the ’Unchosen Yin’, this would exemplify it."

Growling is heard as if the Guard Dog of Hell is trying to protect the unconscious man and from the trees MamMon DæMon smirks down at the scene below.

MamMon DæMon: *chuckles* "Don’t forget you mutt, he may have temporarily healed you with the gift I graciously bestowed to him, but those bladed chains you wear shall never stop leaving scars upon you.

Have no fear Canine from Hell, for I will need that tag team cooperation of yours when the time comes in three days.

Shall I say I even expect a lights out performance from the both of you against my husband and his flea bag."