Shattering Humanity-Chapter 476: Envy & Sloth: The Two Most Likely To Break Oath

Chapter 476: Envy & Sloth: The Two Most Likely To Break Oath

’As for those who persist in disbelief, it is the same whether you warn them or not—they will never believe.

Allah has sealed their hearts and their hearing, and their sight is covered. They will suffer a tremendous punishment.

And there are some who say, "We believe in Allah and the Last Day," yet they are not true believers.’- Al-Baqarah 2:6-8

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{Erebus City}

Within the Northeastern quadrant to the rebuilding city, MamMon DæMon dashes around in search of a source to the weird Seiõr spread over her domain.

The fast moving female disappears behind a damaged library and after 10 seconds she somehow exits out the front to the same building, hopping through the tall frame of a busted window.

The high alert witch glances around and can sense the suspicious Seiõr incredibly close to her.

Unnoticed by her, resting above the window she jumped out of, a solo red firefly blinks once and dims out as soon as MamMon spins her head around.

MamMon DæMon(thinking): *It is clear, whomever is pulling this stunt is highly trained with Seiõr or at the very least, an extremely blessed 2nd Generation like Per Se Phōne.

Being able to separate one’s own SoulSeiõr from their body is a gifted task in itself, but sharing personal Seiõr to multiple sources, and then granting those same sources enough energy to confuse even me?*

Her nose twitches in a scowl, and the 3rd Wave DæMon recalls a memory as another phantom red dot appears then disappears just as fast behind her.

MamMon DæMon: "There is only one annoying trickster I know who would teach such a nuisance of a technique.

And I’m sure she’s still hanging with that lazy excuse maker."

Her green nail painted hands get covered in gold on gold SoulSeiõr and the DæMon woman takes a few steps away from the library before the tiny red bug behind her blinks one final time.

Knowing of the insect’s presence, the ready shooter spins around. From her open hand, a small, golden lazer-like SeiõrShot fires out the tip of her middle finger.

The concentrated magical energy is too fast and the unmatched red firefly is instantly vaporized.

No longer feeling the close by energy, but now dozens others scattered around her controlled city, MamMon’s anger visibly grows as she starts running towards the next closest target.

...

In the Northwestern quadrant to the wall surrounded city, a heavily breathing Persephone is prancing through the lightly crowded streets. In a hurry, she runs past a happy couple, and a man walking his dog.

Without stopping, she politely gets by them while displaying her politeness.

Persephone: "Excuse me!

Hi puppy!"

The two separate groups look back in confusion after the girl passes by them and they watch as she stops, swivels her head left to right, before running into the parking lot of a still destroyed fast food restaurant.

Persephone jogs passed the drive thru window but something makes her trip to a sudden stop.

She runs back to the unlocked glass front doors and swings them open before walking inside.

Carefully, the weary young lady tiptoes through the dirty, dusty, dining establishment.

Trying to spot the thing that caught her attention, Persephone keeps her pink eyes wide open.

Suddenly, a quick red blink floats above the counter and disappears.

Persephone moves towards the suspicious illumination and after a few seconds, out the corner of her eye, she sees the soft red blink once more on the cold grill.

Luckily, Persephone has enough common sense to understand the mysterious Seiõr her and MamMon currently feel, are coming from these equally mysterious fireflies.

As the red insect takes off and it’s crimson backend brightens, it is unexpectedly caught in a plastic cup and Persephone puts a lid on.

Persephone: "Got ya!"

Unable to escape through the straw hole, the captured firefly buzzes around inside, blinking it’s butt.

Proud of her discovery, the amateur storyteller smiles at the cup but the tiniest impulse from her SeiõrSense makes the proud moment vanish.

After stuffing her small writer satchel with a few more small to-go cups and lids, with one distraction already in her possession, the clever girl runs out of the fast food diner front door into the sunset lit streets, in search of the next catch.

...

Now at the Southeastern area of the city, in-between the bases of Mountain Decima and Morta, the two close domes are the backdrop as MamMon sprints, blasting any red fireflies she spots.

After she vaporizes another hostile energy carrier perched on the side of a flag pole, the energy around her hands fades and having broken no sweat, the cool headed blonde takes a deep inhale.

MamMon DæMon(thinking): *Okay, that’s most of them on this side of the city.*

She turns to the west and her eyes narrow.

No longer in a rush, the Queen of Erinyes walks in the same direction.

MamMon DæMon(thinking): *To think, both of my older sisters would turn out to have the exact personalities I can’t stand. It makes sense she would tag along with that self victimizer.

If I thought I could’ve defeated the Valkyrie and Völva clans, or Skalmönd without them, I would have let them die!*

From a top view, the cloaked woman walks underneath an overpass, and without any eyes on her, she reappears now in the Northwestern quadrant, walking out of the same restaurant Persephone was just in a few minutes earlier.

With a sigh of defeat, knowing the 2nd Generation responsibility disobeyed her orders, the 1st Generation DæMon floats to the top of the flagpole outside of the fast food place.

MamMon DæMon(thinking): *I always knew in the back of my mind Sigrdrifa would seek out Skalmönd’s reincarnate as an ally, but she at least has the decency to allow a just duel between us..."

The irritated ruler grinds her teeth thinking about the opportunity she’s patiently waited and carved out, possibly being ruined in less than 24 hours of the battle starting.

MamMon DæMon(thinking): *...But if those bitches ’Envy’ and ’Sloth’ found out about my Holmgang tomorrow, they are the only two I know who will break the Odin oath we made more than 800 years ago.

Neither of them contain an actual moral compass, but instead, they find enjoyment out of repetitive childish pranks, disorganizing to all forms of integrity, or taking advantage of others to get ahead without any true effort.*

Relaxing her jaw, and subtly stressed out, MamMon puts her hood on while the wind blows towards her back.

Prepared to finally find the Seiõr culprit who snuck into her jurisdiction, the Money Tree cloak flapping in the wind, the silently furious DæMon of Greed releases her true feelings within her head.

MamMon DæMon(thinking): *I swear on my love for the Yin Vessel, Hrist and Göll, if this situation was orchestrated by you two, I’ll take it as an immediate threat towards our Oath.

Skalmönd is MINE! YOU HEAR ME!?

She’s all mine and I’ll kill them all if they try to take this win from me!

Nobody is going to get the chance to take that bitch’s head this time except for me!

M-E-!*

Without hesitation, she hops off the high flag post.

...

{Italy}

As SeiõrSnow continues to fall around the Montesiepi Chapel, standing on the highest point of the preserved religious structure, two cloaked beings, one smaller and sitting on the other’s shoulder, wait underneath the early morning sky.

The sun’s light just cresting the dark horizon and a *sniffle* comes from the smaller raised hooded figure as a tiny hand uses a pointer knuckle to dry their nose.

DeMogorgon DæMon: "kekeke.

Do you think she’s mad?

I bet she looks calm on the outside, but inside, she must be fuming. kekeke.

Hot-headed Herfjötur was never the type to easily let it go when I would tease her or play jokes at her expense, and it seems that hasn’t changed."

A devilish, fang toothed grin takes enjoyment in the thought of her actions causing others grief.

Below the conniving DæMon, her partner sister drips blood from inside their sleeve, and trickles down the stone siding they are standing on.

The larger woman holds up the bleeding arm and rolls up the sleeve, exposing the gash in her flesh.

Abaddon DæMon: "It doesn’t matter if that uptight, control freak is mad or not.

Once I finally get my chance to prove my worth to Skofnung, and defeat Skalmönd even with this injury, the legendary blade will accept that I am the strongest. Even more superior than it’s previous female owner." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Using Seiõr to float and support her upper body, the smaller DæMon relaxes and revels in her work while sniffling.

DeMogorgon DæMon: *sniffle* Ahh!

It feels good knowing I’m atleast doing something productive in this existence, right Göll?*sniffle*"

Unwilling to take her bait of annoyance, the larger cloaked woman doesn’t answer but jumps off the tall infrastructure, leaving her colleague floating alone.

Seemingly satisfied again with her immaturity, the tiny witch used her knuckle again to dry her nostrils.

DeMogorgon DæMon: *sniffle* "No response back means I’m right. *sniffle*

And another ’W’ for me in the undefeated column."