Chapter 487: Seat Standing & Silent Speaking Serpents

Why do the nations rage and the peoples plot in vain?

The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord and against his Anointed, saying, ’Let us burst their bonds apart and cast away their cords from us.’

He who sits in the heavens laughs; the Lord holds them in derision.

Then he will speak to them in his wrath, and terrify them in his fury, saying, ’As for me, I have set my King on Zion, my holy hill.’ -Psalms 2:1-6

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{Mount Decima Residential District}

Tristan: "Can I help y-"

Cutting himself off in shock, is the aforementioned 2nd Generation DæMon they have been discussing about, Baba Yaga.

She is accompanied by her new resting albino koala, Vasilsa the hen, clutched to her chest, and now, a boa constrictor with rainbow shifting scales. The front half of the long serpent is wrapped around her waist, while the tail draped over the other shoulder.

Again she doesn’t answer, instead turns her upper body to shift her gaze at the couple.

Unsure of what they should do, Tristan and Stephanie look at one another. Then the caring older sister looks back in fear knowing her cherished younger sisters are in the next room.

Not wanting to create any hostility for his family, Tristan steps aside and welcomes in the same woman who attacked his friends less than two hours earlier.

Tristan: "Um, come on in. The girls were just about to be put to bed, so I hope your pets are quiet and friendly."

The unpredictable 2nd Generation DæMon steps into the fully occupied 4 bedroom, 1 bathroom apartment. Her fishnet stocking covered feet drag across the hardwood.

After five steps she scans the room, stopping her pink eyes on the adults sitting at the dining room table on her left.

Jay starts sweating profusely seeing the dangerous witch who attacked him and Peyton in Hanabi City.

He looks at his tipsy pal who hasn’t noticed their goth assailant because he is taking another swig from the bottle of alcohol.

Snapping out of her perverted daze, Bethany’s nostrils give two exaggerated sniffs.

There is a rusty creaking as her left blue eye shifts over, and her breathing gets shallow. Promiscuous tunnel vision admires the fishnet leggings, then the provocative dress, and finally the stunning witch’s face.

Bethany: "Sexy...Goth...Girl...?"

She gets up, but Ichythis grabs her sexually focused roommate by the shoulder and forces her back into the seat.

Ichythis: "Sit down."

The smoker leans in an whispers into Bethany’s ear.

Ichythis: "I know you heard nothing of what we were saying ,because you were off in Dreamland, but we should all be walking on eggshells around this 2nd Generation DæMon."

With a little extra pep in her step, Stephanie pulls an empty chair from the table, bringing it over to her potentially threatening guest standing in the middle of the dining room.

Stephanie: "Please have a seat, Ms...?"

The quirky woman inspects the basic piece of wooden furniture in confusion.

Every sudden jerking motion from the hen owner makes the poultry pet *cluck*. While her rainbow snake flicks a forked tongue out towards everyone in the room the replacement albino koala is sleeping soundly, nuzzling into their perch.

Ichythis and Isfet are watching the curious exotic zoologist try and figure out how to properly use a chair.

Bethany(thinking): *Oh my God, she’s adorably stupid!*

Isfet(thinking): *Is she handicapped too?*

Ichythis(thinking): *Since the majority of us in this room didn’t personally witnessed her supposed meltdown, this bitch has the benefit of the doubt by playing ignorant and innocent.*

The red human eye and IceEye narrow as she takes a drag from her cigarette.

Ichythis turns around to make sure her new best friend is seeing the same thing.

Expressionless as usual, Isfet shrugs.

She blows out the puff of smoke from her lungs as they watch the weird woman with three exotic animals in her possession, step up and stand on the furniture.

Ichythis(thinking): *She plays dumb well enough, I might have also let my guard down...*

The rainbow scaled snake is now at eye level with Stephanie and the squeamish hostess squeals in fear, taking a leaping step back.

Ichythis(thinking): *...But with all evidence indicating she’s the infamous witch, there is no way she would’ve survived this long as just folklore to humanity, if she wasn’t impeccably calculated.*

The housewife looks at Tristan for assistance, but even the man of the house knows if their new guest snaps, they all could die. He shifts his head and shoulders confused.

Mustering the courage, he kindly addresses the chair standing 2nd Generation.

Tristan: "Uhhm...would you like something to drink, Ma’am?"

There is no answer as she smiles down at him.

From the doorway leading into the living room, Baba Yaga then spots Petra peeking in on the scene. The hyper bipolar woman gives the little peeper a black lipstick covered smile. From her hip, the snake’s also faces the most responsible crown quadruplet, and a hypersensitive tongue flickers outwards.

In the silence, Petra slightly flinches back in surprise, as if hearing something. She looks over at her three sisters and they are preoccupied with the adults in the dining room.

Again, the snake exposes a forked tongue in her direction seeming to cause the child to make a decision.

Petra swallows her spit and nervously reveals herself to the rest of the adults.

Stephanie: "Petra!

Uh, wh-what are you doing, Hun?

It’s bedtime. Go let your sisters know, please."

However, she is not listening to her older sibling, but wide, lime green eyes focused on the rainbow snake coiled around the seat stander.

Randomly, the little girl stutters out a response even when no question is heard.

Petra: "P-Petra.

My...my name is Petra."

All the adults in the room are immediately perplexed and Tristan looks up at the smiling Baba Yaga looking down on the quadruplet. He looks down at the rainbow reptile and then draws an imaginary line to his cherished little sister-in-law.

Petra: "I’m... I’m 8 years old, an-and I’m the first one born out of quadruplets."

It takes a moment for the two detective minded adults to understand the possible reasoning behind this magically awkward scenario.

Tristan & Ichythis(thinking): *Her snake can talk to kids?!*

Petra nods at the snake and then looks directly at Stephanie with her matching lime green eyes.

Petra: "Um, Stephie..."

The loving caregiver gets closer to her most responsible of little siblings.

Stephanie: "What’s wrong Pae-Pae?"

Tristan and Ichythis are both silently attempting to get ahead of whatever this plotting nuisance is doing. With her unprecedented pets and their magical abilities, they can only speculate.

Tristan(thinking): *Is this woman trying to use Petra as a hostage to make us cooperate? What do I do if this woman freaks out while she’s in the room?*

Ichythis(thinking): *She brought an animal that prevents her from directly communicating with us.*

She takes a look at the drunk snoozing Peyton, head on the table, in a small puddle of his own drool.

Ichythis(thinking): *She’s more dangerous than these guys had let on.*

Isfet watches Jay as he gets up.

He tries to cautiously get to the kitchen on the other side of the apartment without turning his back to the monster who followed him home.

He stops however, after hearing the little girl.

Petra: "She said ’sorry for what happened tonight and for right now, interrupting the rest of the house at this hour of the night."

Caught off guard by the confirmation to their speculations, both Tristan and Ichythis manage to stay calm while the snake tongue shoots out then back in a few times in the silence of the room. The faint noise of the TV in the other room playing soft romantic music.

However, whatever is said excites the impressionable child and her face happily glows.

Petra: "She says she has presents for us as an apology!"

Tristan and Ichythis look at Stephanie, as the older sister is given the responsibility to accept or decline.

Ichythis(thinking): *She can’t even apologize directly for her actions without a proxy. There’s no way this chick is really trying to be generous.*

Stephanie’s mouth half opens to answer but nothing comes out. Instead, she turns her head towards Tristan for help. The look on her face of scared uncertainty.

The snake flicks it’s tongue to communicate, and Petra gives her sister puppy dog eyes.

Petra: "She said she’s being sincere, and she doesn’t want to be seen as an al-al-ig-..."

The snake tries to help translate over the word ’allegory’.

Petra: "...She doesn’t want to be the story of evil anymore, and Mizzuz DæMon is too strong to threaten.

Please Stephie!"

Finally hearing the commotion, the remaining quadruplet set walk into the dining room and see their houseguest.

Jamie is just like her elder sister and jumps back upon seeing the large boa. Pauline however is unafraid and just like her slightly shorter identical sister, she is pulled in by the serpent.

Pauline: "Woahhh..."

Timothea is visibly uninterested in the whole ordeal and she goes to the kitchen for more snacks.

After originally being startled, Jamie is quickly convinced, walking closer.

Stephanie: "Girls, uh-.

It’s time for-."

Pauline(gasps): "Really?!"

She too has heard the secret speech of the serpent and pleads with a stuck Stephanie.

Pauline: "Please Stephanie, please!"

Jamie: "She says she has one for you too!"

Petra: "I trust her, Stephie!"

Taking one last glance around the room, nobody tells the cautious decision maker to let down her young family, not even Tristan.

Taking a deep breath, she smiles and looks at each one of her responsibilities.

Stephanie: "Okay, but you all have to go directly to bed after, deal?"