Shattering Humanity-Chapter 424: "And Who The Hell Might You Be?"

’Concerning the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ and our being gathered to him, we ask you, brothers and sisters, not to become easily unsettled or alarmed by the teaching allegedly from us—whether by a prophecy or by word of mouth or by letter—asserting that the day of the Lord has already come.

Don’t let anyone deceive you in any way, for that day will not come until the rebellion occurs and the man of lawlessness is revealed, the man doomed to destruction.

He will oppose and will exalt himself over everything that is called God or is worshiped, so that he sets himself up in God’s temple, proclaiming himself to be God.

Don’t you remember that when I was with you I used to tell you these things?

And now you know what is holding him back, so that he may be revealed at the proper time.

For the secret power of lawlessness is already at work; but the one who now holds it back will continue to do so till he is taken out of the way.

And then the lawless one will be revealed, whom the Lord Jesus will overthrow with the breath of his mouth and destroy by the splendor of his coming.’ -2 Thessalonians 2:1-8

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[1 mi Southeast From Roronora Lake]

Tired, dragging boots on blacktop pavement is paired with muffled heavy breathing.

The solo soldier, Vegetius sheathes his stolen SunSword.

Sweat dripping off the man covered in his respective SoulSeiõrShield. All around him, the first signs of Roronora’s complete destruction appear as more and more large Icemen footsteps overlapping each other, heading in the same direction.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, the soldier takes a knee.

A few birds fly ahead trying to find a tree to perch on, but none are available so they land a few yards away joining the young man taking a break.

They pick at the little surviving grass patch trying to find sustenance but with no luck they all fly away.

MamMon DæMon: "We share our world..."

Jumping back to his feet and spinning around, Vegetius grabs the handle to his sheathed, low heated SunSword.

With the cloak hood over her head, the "Queen" of Erinyes territory was standing directly behind him.

MamMon DæMon: "... With creatures other than ourselves, and there are humans who believe they have the obligation to take care of them." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Realizing it is the woman who sent him on the side mission, tense Vegetius relaxes and releases his grip on the weapon.

MamMon DæMon: "But the truth is humanity can do nothing but abuse, consume, and take from all other life on this finite planet.

All humans feel inflicted to take and defend their own living space..."

Not interested in her speech, the young Marine turns around, and walks away to finish the last bit of his travel.

Not offended by the action, the blonde smirks and follows while continuing her monologue.

MamMon DæMon: "...Not to mention, their habits of consumption are obnoxious. Even more so when in combination with their irresponsible ideology on procreation and social disregard for survival of the fittest."

Not showing his face to her, Vegetius rolls his eyes at the words, but MamMon still knows he did, and why.

MamMon DæMon: "I say all this, but do not mistaken me for an animal right or anti-pollution activist preaching their own platitudes on creating a peaceful world full of acquiesce individuals."

MamMon spots a young short antler buck spying from a distance, but once she makes eye contact with it, the scared creature prances away.

MamMon DæMon: "You’ve noticed that horrid smell too, haven’t you?"

Vegetius keeps stride but looks over his shoulder, acknowledging the question.

MamMon DæMon: "Don’t fret, once we get to this elevated section in the road, you shall observe exactly what is making that horrid stench."

She looks at the SunSword attached to the young man’s hip. Knowing exactly what the military man did for him to obtain the weapon, the DæMon teases.

MamMon DæMon: "I see you have one of my soldier’s Anti-Iceman gear.

Did you happen to take it off of someone you found dead?"

No answer.

With a hand trying the hide her smile, MamMon decides to continue bothering the man with questions.

MamMon DæMon: "Do you not know Seiõr techniques, or do you have that SunSword because you are blatantly disregarding my island’s rules?"

Holding up his pointer finger, the message is clear to MamMon DæMon.

MamMon DæMon: "I see.

Well that is fine, but I wish you would tell me where you got it from...

Oh well."

As they reach the higher ground spot the harassing woman had foretold, Vegetius stops, and his eyes widen in horror.

Now clearly visible is the entire 24 mi² city transformed into a disgusting, fly infested, shallow, blood red lake.

Hair strains float on the surface as the a strong gust of zephyr wind creates small ripples in the liquid.

In complete shock, stuttering breaths pass through the cloth covering the visitor’s lower face.

The witch who claimed to have created the SeiõrShots that ended World War 2, stops next to the stunned soldier and examines the results of the most inhumane and destructive massacre of a city with a smirk.

MamMon DæMon: "While the gruesome visual sight and uneasy emotions are still fresh, I’ll have you know this unmitigated attack on humanity was done by the terrorist group we are both fighting."

Shaking, dry throated Vegetius audibly swallows his spit without taking his eyes away.

Suddenly, both of the magic user’s SeiõrSense detect a spike towards the North shores of the island.

The grin leaves MamMon’s face and a look of uncertainty replaces it.

MamMon DæMon: "Hm...

Maybe these 2nd Generations are more of a nuisance than I expected.

That amount of Seiõr shouldn’t be exposed to this physical reality, nevermind be within 100 miles of Seiõr-less humans."

No longer concerned about the spoken thoughts of the witch, Vegetius takes off in a sprint towards the North.

Without having to take any steps to catch up to him, a green nail painted hand grabs the back of his uniform and yanks the surprised man backwards, on his ass.

He looks up and sees MamMon standing above, looking down on him.

MamMon DæMon: "Where do you think you’re going?

You aren’t done yet."

Vegetius(muffled): "I don-"

A swift and direct side kick to his shoulder makes 16 year old who is the size of a fully grown man skip a few times.

MamMon DæMon: "If you want to see your pilot friend alive, I suggest you get up and traverse around the east side of that blood lake, and continue to head north from there.

Don’t stop until you come across a physically endowed woman with platinum hair, and then I will gladly hand over your ’bubble boy’."

After wincing while recovering from the powerful kick, Vegetius looks up and the woman is no longer in front of him... But behind him.

MamMon DæMon: "Your leader is using a globally dangerous amount of Seiõr and, most likely, with no possible idea of the global damage she could accidentally cause.

While you go on the next checkpoint, I shall go and make sure her and Skalmönd don’t go ’over the limit’."

[Atlantic Ocean]

10 miles south of Kami Island, Shelly covered in her SanguineSoulSeiõrShield flies over the water and her back hits the surface before she skips into a backflip back on her feet.

Standing on the open ocean waters, Shelly’s locked in, indigent blue eyes dart around. While trying to find the culprit who took her away from the island she was protecting, she sways on top of the calm waves.

Luckily, with the assist from her Valkyrie blood, Shelly backhands a small orange SeiõrShot. The condensed Seiõr energy is redirected but once it touches the water the SeiõrShot explodes.

It isn’t nearly as severe as when Katsu evaporated the ocean, but it is still a significant blast behind the blonde.

Shelly(thinking): *Crap!

I got separated from Madame Fryer, too!

She’ll be able to find her way to me, but...*

Cutting her off, is the urge to dodge a strike, but is too late in the reaction. She somehow blocks in incoming strike of the Sheriff’s bow staff with her tooth gripped Seax.

Shelly isn’t able to brace herself so she throws herself with the strike. The maneuver sends the defensive fighter off her feet and she knows that is not good.

With no other options, Shelly reaches out and perfectly catches Jesse James’ staff to avoid a deadly blow to the skull.

A firm grip on the combat pole and now with a clear look at her opponent, Shelly is taken by surprise from the sight of the uncharacteristic elated 2nd with a big canined smile. Saliva streams out of her mouth and into ocean at their feet.

The clever and spiritually sound blonde realizes there is something, ’different’ about her new rival. Growing a smirk herself, the blue eyes and pink eyes lock.

Shelly: "And who the Hell might you be?"