Shattering Humanity-Chapter 446: Shelly’s Do-Si-Do With A DæMon: "The Ever Ascending Mountain Slope"

Chapter 446: Shelly’s Do-Si-Do With A DæMon: "The Ever Ascending Mountain Slope"

"For I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God that brings salvation to everyone who believes: first to the Jew, then to the Gentile.

For in the gospel the righteousness of God is revealed—a righteousness that is by faith from first to last, just as it is written: "The righteous will live by faith."

God’s Wrath Against Sinful Humanity.

The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of people, who suppress the truth by their wickedness, since what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them.

For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.

For although they knew God, they neither glorified him as God nor gave thanks to him, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkeness.

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From the boiling ocean, finally stepping foot on the strong winded outskirting sands of Nantucket is the 3rd wave DæMon, MamMon, and following close behind is the subsequential, hood covered, 4th Wave DæMon sister, AgaMeMnon.

Both covered in their SoulSeiõr to protect themselves as the hurricane-like environmental blows their cloaks ferociously. The deafening winds drown out any possible silence that is not already disrupted by the disorganized hodgepodge of chaos echoing everywhere.

After a quick examination, the younger sister has a bit of befuddlement in her tone.

AgaMeMnon DæMon: "Hm, interesting."

MamMon DæMon: "Is there something on your mind?"

Unphased by the flying debris barely missing them both or flying in the small space between each other multiple times, the mysterious 4th DæMon still has the majority of her identity hidden within a Camphor Tree cloak.

AgaMeMnon DæMon: "It seems that Phæstis retained all of the same bad habits instilled in me when she had occupied my mind."

The older covenant sister stops and turns her head, side eyeing the opening to the raised hood following her. Only the prideful DæMon’s cocky grin is visible, revealing her dubious color scheme matching her SoulSeiõr. A bright blood red lipstick covered top lip, a black coated bottom lio, and a single white streak vertically in the middle of her devious smile.

Behind AgaMeMnon, over 300 yards off the beach, one of the *vacuumed out" Icemen belly flops into the ocean along with trees, home appliances and small vehicles. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

MamMon DæMon: "What are you talking about now?"

Something seems to click in the very distant memory of MamMon and she fully turns around to face the suspicious woman.

MamMon DæMon: "You had brought up something before...

Are you saying that 2nd Generation Sheriff has the same superfluous imaginary friend of yours from over 800 years ago?"

Deflecting a falling refrigerator with a simple backhand by the hooded figure, she confirms her sister’s suspicion.

AgaMeMnon DæMon: "Precisely, my big brained kin.

After I had abandoned Phæstis in order for myself to grow up, by some way of the Æther, she eventually found a new suiter in that 2nd Generation DæMon.

Unlike myself, the mental host chosen this time hasn’t been willing to do away with Phæstis’ rambunctious, self destructive, childish ways, but instead, given full control of her physical vessel in our reality to an entity enveloped with the joy of chaos."

Surprised by the revelation that even an 800+ year old witch couldn’t predict, MamMon spins to face the pair of tornadoes off in the distance.

MamMon DæMon: "But she was a figment of your own imagination, was she not?"

Wanting to reunite with the giggling, green haired girl from her childhood memories, AgaMeMnon starts walking across the sand and passes her sister.

AgaMeMnon DæMon: "That is exactly what I want to know..."

...

About a two and a half miles northeast from the DæMon pair, in an open field on the island in the midst of an entirely different apocalypse aside from the ice aliens.

From above, the trails left by the two EF5+ tornadoes can be seen, but in the middle of the "signatures" a large waving flame appears then disappears.

The cackling laughs from Jesse James are heard over the howling winds and the downpouring rains around her.

With a blazing SanguineSoulSeiõrShield surrounding her, the insane giggler easily side dodges a wall of flames.

Before the fire deteriorates behind her, Shelly busts through, unharmed by the friendly flames, and with an outstretched arm, lariats the unsuspecting Sheriff in the upper back.

The connection sends Jesse James skipping across the wide open, dirt and grass field.

In an act of incredible prowess in comparison to her attitude, while skipping across the torn up dirt, Jesse James pushes herself hard off the ground with one arm, and avoids a sentient sword swing from Madame Fryer.

Taking her all black Seax out of her mouth, both Shelly and her ally weapon look up towards the grey sky and watch the pink individual soar upwards above.

Shelly: "She’s doing it again!"

Upon her up arc in the air, Jesse James reduces her outrageous laughing, long enough to take out her retractable metal staff.

Shelly then looks to her left at the dark tornado tearing up the eastern side of the island where most of the town’s buildings, the hospital, the schools, grocery store, and homes are clustered together. Their destruction causing fires, and the smoke being "inhaled" by the wind monster.

Then to Shelly’s North, the tornado twin currently hovering over the bubbling waters of the island’s bay continuously being refilled by the overflowing ocean.

Shelly: "Once we started trying to hit her with your tossed flames it’s increased the heat originally from those projectiles she’s blasted, she’s taken advantage of the intense humidity it’s created."

Looking back up, now at the apex of her launching ascension, about 1,000ft(~304m) in the air, the mirthful woman extends her staff and then with her comedic power, she twirls the weapon towards the sky.

The speed of the rotation makes it appear like helicopter blades. However, due to the ridiculous force, it not only visibly slows her body’s free fall, but also seems to pull the clouds from the sky in a funnel form.

Shelly: "She’s trying to make a third tornado!

Madame Fryer, now’s our chance!"

Putting her Seax back in between her chompers, the pink/gold SanguineSoulSeiõrShield glowing Ace starts sprinting, but two steps into her stride she jumps and the sentient blade slides underneath her sneakers.

The two rise upwards towards the exposed enemy generating her own natural disasters.

As she closes the distance, two voices echo in Shelly’s head as a powerful memory reemerges.

...

Young Shelly Voice: "Today, that boy Katsu told me his name in Japanese means ’the winner’, isn’t that so cool, Mumma?"

In a bright pink child’s room, 8 year old Shelly is laying on her puffy bed, kicking her feet up while telling her mother about Katsu.

Folding her child’s clothes and sorting them on the edge of the same bed is Shelly’s almost identical, breathtakingly beautiful mother.

While doing her parental chores, she quietly giggles at her young daughter’s budding infatuation with the child of family friends.

Shelly’s Mother: "You seem to know a lot about your new best friend."

Her daughter blushes and the adorable 8 year old little blonde girl instinctively tries to play coy towards her unsure emotions.

Young Shelly: "He usually just blurts out whatever’s on his mind without thinking about it first.

Sometimes the stuff he’ll say is just complete nonsense, but most of the time..."

Blushing even more and going quiet in thought, young Shelly can’t seem to understand her interest in Katsu.

Young Shelly: "...Most of the time, the heroic things he says, or the way he tries to change the bullies who pick on him, it’s a little...cute?"

Finishing the last of the folding, the mother to our future DæMon fighter begins placing the sorted clothes in their proper dresser drawers.

While doing so, her curious sprout asks...

Young Shelly: "Mumma, what does my name mean?"

After tucking the tiny, bright colored shirts in the appropriate space, Shelly’s smiling mother turns around.

Shelly’s Mother: "Well Shell, when you were born, your Poppa wanted to name you Shelby. When I first heard it, I wasn’t that big of a fan, but the suggestion was close enough to spark the eventual choice in my head."

She walks over and crouches to eye level with her almost identical, impressionable child.

Shelly’s Mother: "The original definition is simply, ’a sloping landscape’, but when given to you, it means you are the ever rising slope higher, Shelly.

If someone else wants to be at the top, the have to defeat the ever ascending mountain slope that is my daughter and even if they reach the top, the slope is also the cause for their descent."

Inspired by the explanation from the woman she admires most of all, bashful Shelly hides her face in a pillow.

...

Back in the present time, with perfect synchrony, Shelly bends her knees and positions her feet. Around her, the pink/gold SanguineSoulSeiõrShield grows brighter and stronger than her current Mach 2 form.

[Shelly’s SanguineSoulSeiõrShield System: Mach 3!!]

Shelly: "I’m ready, Madame!"

After hearing the barked order, Madame Fryer helps fling both her rider, as well as a wall of flames which stunningly looks like blazing wings when paired with the flung golden pink covered Valkyrie.

The "flaming winged" Valkyrie descendant stares down her target with a fierce scowl.

Above and immediately sensing the new level to Shelly’s power, goofy Jesse James stops the tornado birthing, turning her body 180° to face the incoming threat with an excited smile.

Still spinning her metal staff like an overpowered, killer cooling fan, grinning Jesse James being pushed down by the force of the newborn tornado and Shelly flying in with her majestic upgraded fastball special.

From below, where the slowly air bobbing Madame Fryer watches the two magical meteors fly into each other, and the area around their connection immediately glows bright resembling a second sun underneath the dark clouds blocking out the original.

The "sun" then shrinks and such a powerful explosion follows their collision, the wind from the aftermath is enough to blow away all the dark clouds, as well as overpowers the winds from the twin tornadoes and eradicates them both.