Shattering Humanity-Chapter 478: CynosureSeiõr: Universally Unethical Use

’Perhaps the reason he was separated from you for a little while was that you might have him back forever— no longer as a slave, but better than a slave, as a dear brother. He is very dear to me but even dearer to you, both as a fellow man and as a brother in the Lord.

So if you consider me a partner, welcome him as you would welcome me.

If he has done you any wrong or owes you anything, charge it to me.

I, Paul, am writing this with my own hand. I will pay it back—not to mention that you owe me your very self.’ -Philemon 1:15-19

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{Erebus City}

SeiõrSnow continues to fall in the unpopulated area.

Having damaged the building she pinned the oversized, enraged albino koala to, grinning MamMon DæMon easily keeps the resisting animal detained against the wall. One hand of nails digging into the back of its neck, and the other behind the trapped beast’s back in a rear wrist lock.

After taking in the sight of their leader’s unmatched strength, technique, and heroic timing, Peyton snaps out of his awe. Taking one of Jay’s arms across his shoulders, the saved older peer supports his proven comrade back up.

Peyton: "Thank you for saving my ass from getting filleted. That’s my bad for dragging you into trouble. I’m really sorry, man."

Humble Jay chuckles, followed by a wince of stinging pain from his cuts.

Jay: "Heh, and you already proved you’d do the same thing for me.

Appreciate it."

After the two give each other gratitude, growing their friendship, they watch the incredible scene with (an already note taking) Persephone and her SharedSoulSeiõrShield around them.

Smiling at her captured, gnashing prey, the blonde witch turns to looks at the equally aggro’d owner.

Her sore loser opponent is floating, still encased in her red chaotic firefly orb, a pink aura coming from the witch’s irises.

MamMon DæMon: "Let me ask before either of us make the next move, but are you truly the infamous witch from folklore?"

Drool drips from the clenched spikey teeth of the tantrum throwing grown woman.

Without an answer, and from inside her protective red bubble, Baba Yaga raises her hand that is covered in ominous black/purple SoulSeiõr.

The playing cards she is in control of start zipping around the spell caster once more in preparation for an attack.

MamMon is visibly disappointed, knowing she won’t be simply getting any clues as to where this unprecedented DæMon was from or who sent her.

MamMon DæMon: "I must warn you, my tactics aren’t overly dependent on trickery, self sabotage, or deception to achieve success. So if you treasure your ’lap dog’ here, I suggest you cooperate and tell me who sent you here."

With the slight rise of her magic covered ring finger, the 16 cardboard projectiles slice the wind and fly straight for an unprotected, yet unconcerned MamMon.

MamMon DæMon: "I warned you."

Without any difficulty at all, and as if she were tearing a sheet of paper, the witch blessed with Valkyrie strength takes the wrist she has control of, and cleanly rips off the giant albino koala’s right arm, making the monster howl in agony.

Blood squirts on the ground, landing on yet to fade SeiõrSnow.

In the same motion, MamMon half spins, then swings the thick dismembered limb. The quick thinking reaction protects her from the thin incoming threats. The cards stick into the skin of the arm shield and it is thrown to the side.

Something the woman warrior wasn’t planning on however was the willingness from a now one armed koalape to continue fighting for its master.

After a quick recovery, the growling, bleeding beast facing the wall, uses the last arm it has, and tries to throw a spinning elbow to hit his opponent.

MamMon looks at the fur covered joint quickly approaching, and on the path towards connecting perfectly right between her eyes.

MamMon DæMon: "Hm..."

Flexible as any human Olympic gold medal gymnast ever, MamMon perfectly contorts her upper body fast enough to back bend under the thrown elbow.

In a similar, slippery grapple fighting manner as Takamagahara’s Ace combatant, the Queen of Erinyes territory displays her otherwise fictional hand to hand prowess in front of three important factors to her ultimate scheme.

Dodging the elbow, MamMon swings her upper half upwards, springing herself airborne by using the whiffed and fully extended appendage.

Summersaulting once mid air above the murderous marsupial, she brings down a drop kick that forces her upward momentum to immediately reverse.

Doing all this while wearing short stilettoes, MamMon brings the back of her heel down on the skull of the outclassed animal making it stagger.

Both Jay and Peyton are spectating the event. They don’t realize they have their mouths wide open.

Persephone is in full record taking mode as she only using her lower peripheral to make sure she is still writing in a straight line.

After being struck on the top of the head and having lost a lot of blood from the sudden amputation, the blooded koala ape staggers left to right.

While given another short moment, once again, the curious Queen looks at Baba Yaga still in her enraged form, but not leaving her casing.

MamMon DæMon: "I see.

There may be something more to the prerogative nature of 2nd Generations then I had originally presumed."

She peeks back at the rainbow lit SharedSoulSeiõrShields covering the party behind her.

MamMon DæMon: "Being born from two Völva mothers, to say 2nd Gens are proficient at Seiõr control is an understatement. Even sharing it without a constant connection at ease is something even most 1st Generations can’t accomplish."

She flicks the bangs from over her eye, facing forward just in time to see the still hostile beast has recovered and is bringing the only fist it has left at her.

She weaves the fur covered punch.

In perfect fashion, the winner of her Wave manages to dodge every attempted swing while walking in circles and speaking loud enough over the frustrated animal grunts for her intruder (and her viewers) to hear.

MamMon DæMon: "I can only assume this poor thing is your muscle, and your SoulSeiõr is not surrounding him...but his heart?"

Able to hear the statement perfectly, just not completely able to follow the logic of Seiõr, Persephone tries her best to simplify it for him.

Peyton: "What did she say?"

Persephone: "I think, what she’s trying to say is, up until now, SeiõrSpells have been exclusively ineffective on the hearts of their targets..."

The friendly 2nd Generation stops writing and looks at the SharedSoulSeiõrShield covered pen gripped in her hand.

Persephone: "...But for some reason, 2nd Generations like myself, have a stronger relationship with Seiõr to where we can break the universal boundaries others can’t."

No longer growling, but a pitiful breathy hacking, weeze comes from both the inhales and exhales of the attacking creature. Having a total hit rate of 0.00%, an arm torn off, major blood lost, and a concussion, the fist gets slower and slow.

Until eventually, the subtly more morally upstanding 1st Generation DæMon has a remorse look painted on as she covers her open right hand in gold on gold SoulSeiõr.

MamMon DæMon : "It’s not that we couldn’t successfully use ’CynosureSeiõr’ , it’s the fact of how unethical it is to use the universal energy we’ve been created with in such a way."

In an act of mercy, the DæMon drives her hand through the monster’s chest, and out its back holding a beating enlarged heart, covered in a dark purple and black SharedSoulSeiõrShield.

Both Jay and Persephone wince back, turning away.

Persephone(quietly): "...’Unethical’?

Coming from her?"

Peyton however, is captivated by what he’s witnessing from the Queen he predicted would save them. She pulls her hand back out from the slain beast. Still gripping what anyone less informed on Seiõr would refer to as a ’Dark Heart’.

Peyton(thinking): *Is this woman really that strong and spiritually benevolent enough to detect when someone is controlled by evil?*

As a mind numbing suggestion oozes it’s way into his thoughts, he can’t help but think out loud.

Peyton: "Has God been a woman this entire time?"

As it pumps one last beat before the ominous aura fades away, the red albino eyes of the fated furry fighter darken and it falls backwards, making the ground shake.

MamMon DæMon: "Not only do those Satanic uses of Seiõr take advantage of the target’s own love for the caster, and without no serious cost to the user, it reduces the victim’s life dramatically upon each use, but worst of all..."

From her hand, the opacity to the once beating heart of her opponent slowly fades away.

As well as the body and detached arm in unison.

Seeing her body guard officially defeated and with no other dependable options left, the lime green gem necklace around the goth girl’s neck glows bright. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

The tortoise shell seeping skunk scent suddenly *POPs!* out of existence, a long with tiny individual *pops* from each red firefly around her.