Shattering Humanity-Chapter 453: "...Do You Actually Have A Choice To Believe Me?"

Chapter 453: "...Do You Actually Have A Choice To Believe Me?"

’There is an occasion for everything, and a time for every activity under heaven: a time to give birth and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to uproot; a time to kill and a time to heal; a time to tear down and a time to build; a time to weep and a time to laugh a time to mourn and a time to dance; a time to throw stones and a time to gather stones; a time to embrace and a time to avoid embracing; a time to search and a time to count as lost; a time to keep and a time to throw away; a time to tear and a time to sew; a time to be silent and a time to speak; a time to love and a time to hate; a time for war and a time for peace.’ - Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

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{Outside MamMon’s Forest}

SeiõrSnow continues to fall over the grassy plains just outside of MamMon DæMon’s lush, Seiõr birthed boscage.

With rendezvous protocol still in effect, the other two units that had traveled around the shrubbery area have been revealed to about the Hell inside the forest, by the survivors.

A few yards away from the majority of the shook military company, there is a small meeting between the two middle aged platoon Lieutenantswho went around the perimeter. One Hispanic man with yellow eyes and the other is Italian with hazel optic organs. Along with the two decision makers is the traumatized soldier who was left alive solely due to Esau’s strick kill quota.

Hisp. Lieutenant: "What the fuck do you mean ’your gun flew out of your hands and into his hands’?"

Private: "I already told you!"

Not wanting to remember the terrifying timeframe. The lower ranked man puts a hand’s knuckles to his forehead with his eyes closed.

Private: "We were ordered to spread out wide enough to comb the entire area successfully in one swipe.

Once there we went into basic patrol formation, with only 3 yards to the left and right between each of us, we began moving.

Everything was going smoothly, even though I had this feeling something was watching me."

The two men listening to him look at one another, then back at their informant.

Private: "It all started as soon as we made it to the halfway point. That was when all the shit, piss, blood, and vomit started hitting the fan.

Without any of us able to seeing anything, and with the enemy having no clear pattern there were short screams to my left and my right.

Then, what sounded like growls, before the echoes of skin tearing and multiple death screams.

With all the screaming, gunfire, and no clear visuals on our attackers, I ran for it.

I broke rank and ran the rest of the way."

Ita. Lieutenant: "Hm...’Growling’, huh?

And that’s when this ’long haired guy’ showed up and stole your rifle with some form of telekinesis?"

The outranked soldier nods softly in quiet shame.

He tries his hardest to recall the face of his assailant under the dark covering of shade.

Private: "He was tall and had a wide upper body, but as soon as he got closer, I could tell he was covered in blood and had one of those weird eyes."

Ita. Lieutenant: "Alright, that settles it.

If it’s just one guy with superpowers, he’s still human.

I say we promote new Sergeants within any Squads whose lost theirs in the ambush, then each Squad 15-20 soldiers deep, will sweep the entire area until we find this feral son of a bitch and put a bullet in that alien eye of his."

Private: "It wasn’t just him..."

Ruining the enthusiastic decision maker’s plan, the only member of the forest platoon to actually witness who killed their brothers in arms, looks at his shaking hands.

Private: "As he struck me with the butt of my own gun, I fell to the grass, and before I went completely unconscious I..."

A bead of sweat falls from the soldier’s chin and falls through his open fingers and to the grass below.

Private: "...I could’ve sworn I heard what sounded like the panting and the sniffing inhales of a dog... but its footsteps were so heavy..."

His. Lieutenant: "Well that confirms the separate reports from the others who came out alive.

Two soldiers claim to have tripped by stepping into what the believed were giant dog shaped imprints in the ground.

However, they even admitted it all happened so fast and with barely any sunlight making it through the trees, they could have imagined things, or processed it differently amongst the chaos."

Trying to formulate their own plans in their own heads, the two leaders begin to strategize with the information they’ve given.

Ita. Lieutenant: "Fuck!

If Chris hasn’t come out of there yet, he must’ve been KIA and he was our better strategist."

His. Lieutenant: "Calm down!

We can’t just sit here and wait around. We have to complete our main objective.

Listen, I don’t have any more idea of what in God’s Hell is going on as you do, but if it turns out more magical people like the Sheriff exists, there is probably nothing our weapons can do.

I say we continue moving North towards the other set of apartments we had been briefed on."

Interrupting the small side meeting, there are loud murmurs coming from their military company.

It seems they all have spotted something out in the distance to the North.

A lone individual wearing a Money Tree patterned cloak, hood up, is confidently strutting towards the group of over 250+ on edge and armed soldiers.

With the suspicious and possible threat only 200 yards away from his subunit holding its position, one of the Squad leading Sergeants steps closer and aims his rifle up.

Skeptic Sergeant: "Who are you!?

Stop where you are and get on the ground!"

Unfazed by the command, the pace of the cloaked figure begins increasing. Eventually with only 100 yards between them, the approach becomes what seems like a threatening charge at them.

Recognizing the maneuver and otherwise stereotypical attire of a suicide bomber, a few other fearful soldiers equipped with rifles, including the few who just narrowly escaped death, aim their own barrels at the moving target.

The ineffective soldiers equipped with only their Vinland versions of SunSwords move to the back of the pack to avoid any dangerous blast.

Now only 15 yards from the closest soldier ready to fire, the intensity of the suspension is too much for one man and without an order to do so, he fires.

In an instant one shot turns into dozens as the self-startled soldiers pull the triggers to their high-powered weaponry.

However, to the chagrin of both the firing soldiers and the shocked Italian Lieutenant who believed in their firepower, the cloaked target spins, twirls, and cartwheels in a combo of otherwise impossible movements to dodge every single round of hot lead.

Witnessing the superhuman ability first hand, a few of the gun firing warriors in mouth gaping astonishment slowly lower their weapons.

The rest of the gunning forces have locked in on self preservation and are set on firing until they run out of ammo.

Now 5 yards away from the company, the singular charging "enemy" slows back down to a walk and even at extremely close quarters dodges the bullets.

The calm DæMon quickly leans out the way of the last few rounds in the clip to the initial Sergeant at the front.

Speechless and knowing their attempts are futile, the rest of the invading guns don’t even reach for a new magazine.

With nothing left but the repeated *clicks* from the panicking human, the bullet wall dodger stops directly in front of the hot gun barrel, standing there until he stops trying.

With nothing but the sounds of rustling leaves rubbing against one another in the wind, the woman in the hood speaks to the individual soldier in front of her.

MamMon DæMon: "Are you finished?"

Having been proven his only instrument of protection is now useless, the Sergeant swallows his spit and slowly lowers his gun. Unable to process anything for an answer to her imperturbable question despite having been shot at.

MamMon DæMon: "Now then..."

Knowing she has successfully captivated her current enemy army, MamMon DæMon removes her hood revealing her usual confident smirk.

She proceeds to walk through the crowd of warriors, towards the two Lieutenants at the rear. With her voice that carries so well, she monologues loud enough for the hundreds of soldiers to hear.

MamMon DæMon: "...Since I have proven to all of you present at the moment that I am irrepressible by the laws of your current forces, let me take the opportunity to delightfully inform you that the Sheriff of your command, has been defeated."

From the announcement of their commander in chief’s loss, most of the men and women already in disbelief from the blonde’s previous power projection fall on their backside or to their knees.

By now, the strutting Scandinavian witch is within a few yards of the two respected men.

Still not convinced, the more proactively minded Lieutenant steps up first to talk to this mysterious woman.

Ita. Lieutenant: "Then where is her head?

Do you have any proof to show us?

Otherwise I only see this as a crude attempt to demoralize my units."

Taking slight appreciation for the man’s integrity, she looks at the high ranking officer’s name tag on his chest, the name "Amato" embroidered in the thin gold.

MamMon DæMon: "Well, Lieutenant Amato, let me ask you this, do you actually have a choice to believe me?

I really do hope, after seeing how your current sources of weaponry can’t even stop me from walking through you all, you don’t believe I’m actually so powerless as to need to play mind games in a tactic to obtain victory."

The smooth honesty within the woman’s response sends chills down the questioning soldier.

MamMon DæMon: "But do not fret, it is like I stated previously, the defeat of your Sheriff should be met with utmost enthusiasm!

I know the conditions on the mainland where there are survivors are archaic and take advantage of those under her law.

The same woman whose selfish skepticism and unprofessional displays of attempted recolonization has led to the deaths of more than 90% of surviving Vinland’s military."

The other leader of the listening company moves up and now he questions the information being projected by this stranger.

His. Lieutenant: "What?

That’s impossible!

For that to happen, that would mean..."

Lieutenant Amato: "...The men and women within this surviving company are the only living ground ops."

MamMon DæMon: "Precisely!"

As if excited for them to say it out loud for her, MamMon then uses her knowledge of Seiõr and levitates slight above the crowd. Cementing in even more to the Seiõr-less humans that she cannot be stopped.

MamMon DæMon: "Unfortunately, just like everything else in this cursed existence of the universe, with good news and relief comes the bad news and heartbreak.

As a result of a fight between the ex-Sheriff and that blonde woman who was flying on her flaming sword earlier, the island of Nantucket itself ceases to exist and what is the worst of all..."

She takes a moment as if saddened to reveal the actually tragic update to the mind blown military members.

MamMon DæMon: "...Due to the sheer magnitude of their irresponsible confrontation which erased a world famous seaport off the face of the earth, they also inadvertently created a tsunami massive enough to submerge the entire surviving Northeast of Vinland underwater."