’One who cultivates himself with Tao, firmly establishes his virtue.

He holds on faithfully to the Great Oneness,

And is honored for generations ever after.

Cultivate oneself with the Oneness, Tao and the virtue is genuine.

Cultivate a family with the Oneness, Tao and the virtue is in surplus.

Cultivate an entire village with the Oneness, Tao and the virtue is enduring.

Cultivate a whole nation with the Oneness, Tao and the virtue is luxuriant.

Cultivate the whole world with the Oneness, Tao and the virtue is universal.

Hence, by cultivating oneself, thus gains insight into one’s true virtue.

By cultivating a family, thus gains insight into a loving family.

By cultivating a village, thus gains insight into a harmonious village.

By cultivating a nation, thus gains insight into the extensive benefits for the people.

By cultivating the whole world, thus gains insight into the universal peace that embrace all beings.

How do I know that the world is so?

It is through this Way.’ -Tao Te Ching Chapter 54

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{Erebus City}

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.

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.

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

Slowly calming down from her temper tantrum, the goth woman floats back to the ground. Her hair falls along her back, and the pink aura from her closed eyes fading.

The glowing necklace resting between her cleavage dims out.

The Erinyes group of four watch this Gothic woman standing on broken glass, with no shoes over her fishnet stocking covered feet.

After tearing out the heart of the enemy’s attacking pet, MamMon stares down her 2nd Generation ’cousin’.

MamMon DæMon: "Per Se Phōne, take the boys back to the Mountains and give them both one of these..."

Without taking her blue eyes off Baba Yaga, she tosses a plastic bag over her shoulder and Persephone has an uncoordinated catch.

The friendly 2nd Generation DæMon inspects two lime green glowing liquid capsules inside the ziplocked baggy.

MamMon DæMon: "Everyone get some rest, and be prepared for tomorrow’s Holmgang. You three are going to be intricate parts of our victory."

Persephone looks at the pair of young men covered in her personal rainbow life energy.

Finally opening her eyes is Baba Yaga, and she locks sight with one of the original DæMons.

After giving the SeiõrSupps to her friends, Jay is able to stand on his own, while his cuts and slashes heal before everyone’s eyes.

The only proof of the two being assaulted is the damage to my their clothing.

Jay: "This is freaking wild..."

MamMon DæMon(sarcasm): "I’m truly honored by your deep intrigue and admiration of my medicinals.

Now get out of here."

Without any further need or want to be there, the three subordinates nod, turn, and run away, leaving the blonde leader behind to deal with their threat.

Now alone, the two gorgeous women stare daggers at one another.

MamMon DæMon: "I know you aren’t willing to admit it was my embarrassment of clan sisters who sent you here, but I want you to give them a message on your return.

’Try to involve yourselves in my Holmgang against Skalmönd, and I will make sure to have your heads.’"

With a soft, unenthusiastic tone, the backwards speaker brushes off the threat.

Baba Yaga: ".gniyas ruoy tahw wonk t’nod I"

Not speaking in the reverse dialect, but understanding it with Nye-omnipotency, MamMon rolls her eyes and turns her back, raising her cloak hood over her golden hair.

MamMon DæMon: "It’s no matter.

Your tricks have already been seen through, and you don’t have any actual combat strength to be seen as an extensive threat.

I don’t care how this gets through to you, but if I see you again after today, your folklore of a life will be brought to an end.

As your elder, you’re lucky I don’t reprimand you for using Seiõr in such a despicable manner."

Still not interpreting what is being said to her, the cranky goth shrugs in disgust and confusion.

MamMon DæMon: "From today’s examples of that Sheriff, and now yourself, I can tell 2nd Generations may not be at the same level of threat as pure Valkyrie blooded or qualifying women, but still you all pose as a thorn if not whittled properly.

I can easily tell just by your childish attitude, that chosen attire, and a willingness to abuse love, you were originally guided by those two."

Even if she is the main enemy to Shelly and Takamagahara, the magically born woman with the original DæMon name seems to be aimed for a more righteous cause. She looks up at the Moon.

MamMon DæMon: "Don’t let jealousy and laziness control your mind or heart.

If someone is influencing you to have a constantly negative mindset, or they are justifying you to play the victim, those influencers don’t have the best intentions for you.

The most lazy, envious, and unskilled of souls will constantly see themselves as the victim, along with having a caricature of the villains to blame..."

She looks over her shoulder at Baba Yaga, and tries to leave the next generation DæMon with some helpful advice(even though it is wasted breath).

MamMon DæMon: "...But guess what, we’ve all been victims, one way or another.

And to defend one’s own suffering as more important over another’s, that mindset ironically creates the true villains in the first place, and it’s why they will continue to exist."

Facing forward and walking out of the dark alleyway, the insightful Scandinavian witch leaves Baba Yaga alone.

After a few seconds and knowing MamMon is actually gone, the scowl on the gothic 2nd Generation’s face flips to a smirk.

Without anyone else around, her necklace glows and the hen with matching jewelry *POPs* back into existence in front of her.

Picking up, and cradling her feathered friend with one arm, petting the chicken.

As if the previous conversations never existed, with a black lipstick covered mouth, she talks normally to the pet.

Baba Yaga: "kekekeke.

Hmph, I guess my Masters weren’t kidding when they said their imperialistic sister was the perfect example of a stick in the mud, huh Vasilsa?"

The hen, apparently named Vasilsa, clucks and coos while pressed against the warm embrace of its owner’s breasts.

With plans already concocted in her mind, the smirk of the 2nd Generation, raised by two of MamMon’s clan sisters, turns slowly into a devious, wide toothed grin.

Baba Yaga: "They were also spot on about her being too overconfident, and predicted if I allowed that bitch to easily defeat one of my ’babies’, she would believe it was the extent of my capabilities.

kekekekeke."

After she places the white hen on the ground, the gem hanging around the fowl’s neck begins to glow, and as if there were another at the ready inside the jewel, a small, sleeping albino koala *POPs* into existence.

Baba Yaga: "It’s pure arrogance and ignorance to think all suffering is equal. Anyone believing such ideology is purely trying to deflect blame of their involvement or it’s another way to say ’I don’t give a fuck’..." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The furry mammal grips on the exact same shoulder as the previous sacrificial marsupial, and yawns before cuddling its face into her arm.

Baba Yaga: "...It must be easy for her to preach platitudes on social struggles, without having to facing constant ridicule and profiling from everyone around her.

Living her own life, trying to help others with useful, lifesaving magic, only to have rumors, books, and fairytales written throughout centuries, describing her as a cannibalistic monster, or an evil, ugly, old witch who preys on children."

Still fully grinning, but with tears now running down her already dark make-up smudged face, clearly this Gothic 2nd Generation DæMon knows of her own infamy and uses the old legends as fuel for her own envisioned purpose.

Baba Yaga: "It’s easy for the villains to bring themselves peace of mind by simply victim blaming, and encouraging those of us who can’t take it anymore, to push through the constant abuse ’for just a little longer’."

Stroking her new cling-on albino across the scalp, the mentally unstable woman clearly can’t be persuaded into switching her sense of good and evil.

Baba Yaga: "I don’t know who this Skalmönd is, but if fighting her is worth so much importance to that greedy whore, I’ll make her pay for trying to lecture me on what’s right and wrong.

kekekeke."