Shattering Humanity-Chapter 392: The Purpose Of Happiness

But as the one who called you is holy, you also are to be holy in all your conduct; for it is written. Be holy, because I am holy. If you appeal to the Father who judges impartially according to each one’s work, you are to conduct yourselves in reverence during your time living as strangers.

For you know that you were redeemed from your empty way of life inherited from your ancestors, not with perishable things like silver or gold, but with the precious blood of Christ, like that of an unblemished and spotless lamb.

He was foreknown before the foundation of the world but was revealed in these last times for you. Through him you believe in God, who raised him from the dead and gave him glory, so that your faith and hope are in God.

Since you have purified yourselves by your obedience to the truth, so that you show sincere brotherly love for each other, from a pure heart love one another constantly, because you have been born again—not of perishable seed but of imperishable—through the living and enduring word of God.

For:

All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like a flower of the grass.

The grass withers, and the flower falls, but the word of the Lord endures forever.

And this word is the gospel that was proclaimed to you." -1 Peter 1:15-25

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Nephilim: "Queen MamMon, that-...that was purely amazing. The entire time I was watching, it felt like I was experiencing every single human emotion possible. Plus one I have never felt in my life."

MaMmon DæMon: "Well I hope now that you have witnessed my greatness, yet again, you’ll no longer have anything to fear, dear Erinyes Nephilim."

The General takes a deep breath of the fresh air, there is a scent of electric fire from the destroyed machines.

Nephilim: "May I ask Queen MamMon, why did you leave some of those drones still flying?"

MaMmon yawns after exerting so much energy in one session.

MaMmon DæMon: *yaawwwwn* "Every one of those machines were programmed to strike a specific area on this entire island.

With my Nye-omnipotency I know one is man controlled, and the other two left in the air are meant to strike Skalmönd’s area."

She stretches her arms upward and then cracks her back with quick twists.

MaMmon DæMon: "Well, are you ready to go back home, Erinyes Nephilim?"

The General to all of Erinyes territory nods and takes one more look at the starry night sky before having to go back inside the hollowed out mountains.

The DæMon realizes her co-leader’s interest in the perfect view of the astronomy above, and smiles while side eyeing him.

His left red eye spots a shooting star and follows the white tail of the comet.

Nephilim: "Can I ask you something really important, Queen MamMon?"

Anticipating the question, MaMmon uses her pointer finger knuckle to casually wipe her nose.

MaMmon DæMon: "You may, but let me remind you, watch your composure."

[FLASHBACK]

Dropping from the sky, parachutes and metal crates are slowly floating down.

Cruise missile drones shoot out from open slits in the metal and a small red light activates on all 36 of the explosive mini planes, each programmed to drop on specific coordinates.

MaMmon DæMon: "...If she’s sending in something like this, she isn’t even half my full strength."

Nephilim: "We have to get back and warn everyone in Erebus!

Tell people to get underground and brace themselves inside the mountains!

The entire island is in danger!"

A backhand surprises the panicking man and he shuts up in shock.

The disrespected Valkyrie descendant looks at her partner in disgust.

MaMmon DæMon: "Don’t ever reveal that side of yourself, Erinyes Nephilim.

I shall only tell you this once more, don’t doubt my abilities ever again.

Don’t forget, Erebus City is protected by the dome of Seiõr around it."

[END FLASHBACK]

Nephilim: "Is the purpose of happiness simply to be gained over time, built up until you are surrounded by it, and experience it’s wonderfully natural intoxication, just so one’s happiness can be stripped away, only in a fraction of the time it took to accumulate it? Time after time after time again."

MaMmon DæMon: "Do you actually want the truth, or an answer that is only applicable depending on whether or not you believe in my power."

The General chuckles and shakes his head. Looking down at the SeiõrSnow covered mountain to the disguised dome civilization he manages to protect.

Nephilim: "Thank you, but neither is necessary. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

You truly know how to promote reassurance and confidence in someone, Queen MamMon.

It’s why I completely trust you."

He turns. His red left eye looking at his partner’s blues. MaMmon is smirking after hearing his gratification and compliment.

Nephilim: "Well then, should we start preparing our soldiers and prepping our weaker citizens for a calculated enemy attack?"

With a flick of her golden hair, the confident DæMon answers with an even more confident...

MaMmon DæMon: "No need.

I shall return you to your home, and by the time you wake up at 6 a.m., I will already have not only gotten us the upper hand, but also a bargaining piece, for peace."

Recognizing her emphasis on the specific time, Nephilim nods.

MaMmon DæMon: "Okay, close your eyes."

The man in his pajamas does as he is told. Both his eyes close, and a hand grabs his shoulder.

Before anything else, the distinct sound of a military helicopter approaches from the distance, then vanishes.

The temperature is immediately warmer, and the grip on him is released, letting the man know he can open his ocular sensors.

As he does, his vision is of the dark hallway of his home, a few steps from Arai and Maniae’s bedroom.

However he is alone. The occasionally lighthearted man chuckles to himself.

Nephilim: "The least you could do is say ’good night’..."

Surprisingly, a doorknob *clicks* and the separation between a door and frame make the man of the house spin around.

Peeking out from her room, Persephone’s gorgeous pink eyes fixated on her protective guardian.

Persephone: "Is everything all right, Mr. Nephilim?

I felt a force of strong Seiõr, and then heard a bump out here.

I was wondering if the powerful presence was Madame MamMon."

A warm, friendly smile grows on the man’s face. Even when knowing his own territory is less that a quarter of a day away from war.

Nephilim: "Everything is well and fine, dear Persephone.

Please, get some sleep so you can have a fresh mind to continue your outstanding work."

[Over The Pacific Ocean, 1 Mile From Kami Island]

Inside of a military Apache Helicopter, wearing his helmet and air force suit, the man codenamed "Shenron 2" is solo flying the propelled aircraft.

Within his helmet, an electronic hum of the communications headset indicates someone on the other line.

Control 1: "Shenron 2 this is Control 1, you are less than 2 minutes from TZ.

Are you clear on your mission?"

Shenron 2: "I’m to scout above the entire surface of the island to see if there are any hidden war machines down there we won’t be unprepared for.

Is the Sheriff with you?"

There is a slight delay between communications before one of the air traffic controller voices respond.

Control 2: "Negative, Shenron 2. She told us she was going to watch you though."

A chuckle escapes the man piloting the Apache Helicopter as he continues over the midnight waters.

Shenron 2: "She is our continuous savior and our incredibly powerful leader. I know she’s always watching over me."

As soon as his praise for his Sheriff is over there is "turbulence" from outside the aircraft. The entire flying vehicle shakes and the sounds of gears grinding and finally breaking can be heard.

The pilot, unsure of his situation isn’t panicking.

Shenron 2: "What the-?

Control this is Shenron 2!

Something-"

Cutting him off, static communications ruin any incoming audio from HQ.

The alarms inside the cockpit begin to go off and a red flashing light adds no help to the situation.

Shenron 2: "What the Hell is going on!"

Unknown to him, outside the military aircraft, holding not only having stopped the propellers of an actively flying helicopter with their brute strength, and now carrying it while flying themselves, MaMmon and MamMon DæMon are the culprits to the pilot’s dismay.

MaMmon DæMon: "Ototototototo!

He’s freaking out!

What should we do with him sister?!"

MamMon DæMon: "Otototototo!

Let us grace him with an appropriate landing zone.

Somewhere that will both ruin Skalmönd and that damned Yang Vessel’s morale."

MaMmon DæMon: "Oh sister, I know I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again, you always have the greatest of plans."

MamMon DæMon: "I couldn’t come up with them if it weren’t for you, my true dearest sister."

Both flying witches, each carrying one side of the almost 12,000lb(5.1kg), stalled out flying war machine to their home island.