Within Mammon’s Forest, it is dark and there is no light source at all except for the moonlight shining through the very center of the shrubbery above.
At the middle of the woods, two Money Tree cloaked figures et up and from their raised hoods the sa voice is projected into the darkness.
MamMon DæMon: "So you told them?"
’Other’ MamMon DæMon: "Of course as well as discovered a new Sanguine Savior.
However, that boy she is engaged with noticed my nails, we should keep our attention on him and any pressing suspicion.
And you?
You gave that anti-DæMon clansman the little girl?"
MamMon DæMon: "Of course.
He appeared to take the role more seriously than we had originally planned.
Not only that, he apparently has no idea about his, nor his assistant’s bloodline.
’Other’ MamMon DæMon: "Let’s keep it that way."
MamMon DæMon: "Agreed.
Now, there is just one last knot to untie for the night.
Do you want to take care of it, or should I?"
’Other’ MamMon DæMon: "Why not the both of us?
I miss doing stuff together."
MamMon DæMon: "As always, we can never differ on anything.
You’re the only one I can trust,’Sis’."
...
Jay(praying): "Please God, I’m sorry!
I thought I knew what I wanted in this life.
I thought I knew what was okay and not okay to do with the body you gave .
But now I’ve realized my mistakes!
I can’t give these mories back to Persephone but I cannot keep living with these feelings and mories I shouldn’t know...
Please forgive .
Please don’t give up on .
Please God, save ."
At the very end of the troubling prayer, the three candles near him go out.
From the shadows, in the darkest corners of the church, an echoing voice talks to the praying young man calling out to the Lord while in ntal distress.
MamMon DæMon(echo): "...’Being moved with envy, they took certain low persons of reputation from amongst the common crowd, and getting together in a great number, the collective made an outcry in the town, eventually attacking the house of Jason with the purpose of dragging them all out to the people’."
The sudden interruption startles Jay, his eyes shoot open, and he stands up so fast that he accidentally hits his knee on the pew in front of him.
The imdiate reactive cringing pain makes him sit down on the waxed wooden bench behind him, holding his knee.
MamMon DæMon(echo): "...’And when they were not able to find who they were searching for, instead they took Jason and so of his brothers by force before the rulers of the town, crying, These n, who have caused the world trouble have now co here’."
...
MamMon DæMon: "Take for the sake, our dear Persephone and her ’ability to be God’.
She has created the setting, the plot, and the conflict as her and her readers know it.
But over the worthy amount of ti and Chapters she’s put in, there cos a call in her designed universe where she may need a certain type of character that makes their world better."
An agitated Jay leans forward and over the bench in front of him.
Jay: "What are you saying?!
That our existence is just a story for so audience’s entertainnt and none of this matters?!
That all of our life choices have all been an illusion and every single one of us is just waiting to be chosen as the focused character for the next Chapter?!"
MamMon DæMon: "I did not say that, in fact.
What I am trying to tell you dear Boy, is that even if our lives are part of so shitty story, we can’t be the focal point to every plot or every Chapter, but we still however, have to live a backstory worthy enough for God to have to go back and determine that you’re a perfect fit."
Jay sits back down and puts his face in his hands.
Jay: "I just want to be free of this mory, Mada MamMon.
If you heard what I said while praying, you know I can’t just give this mory back to Persephone.
What kind of man would I be if I did?
It would be, in so sort of twisted way, like I was the one sexually assaulting her in the end. Not that scumbag.
I don’t know what to do..."
Under the brand new House of God, there is a mont of silence before the Scandinavian witch chuckles and lets out one of her quiet shorter laughs.
MamMon DæMon: "...ototoh...
Well dear Boy, you are in luck.
There may be an answer to both your prayers right before your very eyes, if you’re willing to make a little bit of a deal..."
...
Jay’s quivering hand grabs the handle to his taken blade and the intangible woman in front of him lets go. The orange Seiõr covering her hand dissipates and it disappears into her sleeve.
Jay: "I’m not dumb."
MamMon DæMon: "I’m sorry?"
Jay sheathes his blade and it gets darker. The only light source left is the dangling dim lightbulb in the middle of the church.
Jay: "Your na is literally ’DæMon’. Why would I make a deal with you, just so you can-"
As he talks, from Jay’s PoV, he blinks and the witch that he was just staring at has vanished from where she was sitting.
Jay: "... manipulate... ...."
From behind him the DæMon slithers out from the shadows of the pew behind him.
In one coordinated motion she pulls his right arm back, puts her left arm around his throat and leans back.
MamMon DæMon: "What did I tell you about comparing , or my sisters to those fignted facades of personified evil?"
Jay is struggling while being choked by the lethal woman, but her pure Valkyrie brute strength is too much for any re human to counter.
MamMon’s nose twitches in anger and she lets her release go, pushing him forward.
Jay folds over the bench in front of him, gasping for air. After a few breaths, he gets back into fight mode and pulls out his blade.
Once again, it lights up the room better than any candle or dimd lightbulb.
He quickly turns around, but to nobody’s surprise, the fast moving Scandinavian witch is no longer there.
MamMon DæMon: "So you’re back to using that again?"
Jay’s eyes look up to see that she is now standing upside down on the ceiling, right above him. Only her high heels and ankles are exposed by the gravity on her Money Tree cloak.
MamMon DæMon: "I’m not really much in the mood to teach you a lesson at this ti of the night, dear Boy.
However, if you continue to be a nuisance when I am simply trying to assist you with a solution to your troubles, I won’t hesitate to give you a quick tutorial on how things work around here."
Jay takes a knee as he is shuddering both in anger and fear, clenching his teeth so hard the vein in his temple is exposed.
From up above, MamMon can only make out the frustrated soldier mumbling sothing under his breath.
MamMon DæMon: "What was that?
You going to have to speak up from all the way down there?"
Jay: "I said, what do you want with , you damn DæMon?!?
...
Jay: "If it’s too much, I- I can take it b-"
MamMon DæMon: "Hurry the Hell up, Kid.
Oh and if you try to go snooping through my mories I promise you, I won’t hesitate to tear that symbiote out of your skull."
Jay swallows his spit, nods, and closes his human eye, his IceEye focusing on the DæMon closing her eyes.
Out of Jay’s IceEye, cos a cloud of dark ominous aura that looks exactly like the 100,000s of clouds Saku’s Berserk Anjell Eye absorbed in the attacked Roronora City.
The sounds of Persephone’s vivid rape can be heard inside the dark purple and blue cloud of Seiõr.
Decima’s Voice: "Scream again bitch and I’ll blow your fuckin brains out now, instead of as I finish.
Ohhh yea you’re scared now, I can tell."
The cloud floats directly towards MamMon and goes right into her ear where it disappears.
Jay takes a deep breath and his IceEye relaxes to it’s base-kit.
He opens his eyes back up and looks at his now dimming sword.
Jay: "I- I still know what it felt like to have that mory, but... It’s almost like a movie scene now..."
Looking at the woman he transferred the personal rape mory to, she is still calmly standing there with her eyes closed.
Jay: "Well...M-Mada MamMon?
How do you feel?"
Not only proving her physical strength, the DæMon now proves her ntal strength.
MamMon DæMon(eyes closed): "That’s it? That’s what the two of you have been losing your sanity over?"
Jay is completely flabbergasted as she opens her eyes with a raised eyebrow snicker and a shrug.
MamMon DæMon: *shrugs* "Eh, I’ve been through worse."
...
Peyton gives a satisfied half smile at the self deprecating coworker then leans back in his chair. He looks at the ceiling tile above him.
Peyton(thinking): *I haven’t had anybody else to worry about since those aliens started destroyed everything.
It’s a business trip that’s turned into 3 years because this chaotic alien infestation happened.
I’m here, while my family is on the complete opposite side of the country.
I’ll always hope, but I’ve coped with the fact I may never see them ever again.*
...
Jay: "Who the Hell are you?"
Peyton: "Uhh, I can explain..."
With a badly tid scream from one of the girls in the living room, Jay thinks he realizes the situation and charges for Peyton.
Peyton: "Woah!
Woah!
Woah!"
Jay leaves his feet, pushes off the wall, and throws a wind splitting haymaker.
Peyton barely dodges it and blocks the returning elbow strike.
Peyton: "Hold on kid!"
Jay isn’t listening, too focused on protecting the crown sisters he thinks are in trouble, he continues throwing combos while Peyton surprisingly stands his ground. Blocking, dodging, or tossing away every attack from the military trained Jay.
Peyton eventually has had enough and his expression turns sour.
Peyton: "Co on man.
I really didn’t want to do this..."
Jay still doesn’t listen, throwing a leg kick, barely missing one of the walls in the narrow hallway.
Peyton uses his forearm to stop the kick, and grabs the leg.
Jay can’t believe it when he tries to pull it away.
Even more so when his other foot loses balance and Peyton uses his strong upper body to swing Jay, making a dent in the hallway drywall.
Jay falls to the floor trying to catch his breath and a panting Peyton looks at the damage the two of them caused.
Peyton: "Oh great...this is why...I didn’t want to fight man!"
An alard but quickly turned angry Petra runs in from the living room.
Petra: "What the heck is going on!?"
Recovering Jay looks up from the floor and sees the Shepherd Sister is unhard.
Jay: "Petra?
But... the screaming?"
The most responsible younger sister folds her arms in disappointnt.
Petra: "Yea, Timothea doesn’t make much noise.
Unless she drops her food or doesn’t have any...
I swear Stephy and Tritty should put her on a diet..."
From the ground Jay looks up at Peyton and the two n EyeEngage under different pretense.
The still standing man holds out his hand.
Peyton: "The na’s Peyton.
I crashed on the couch last night after MamMon brought here.
I guess the rest of the gang left this morning without us late risers.
Haha!"
Jay chuckles to himself and accepts the help up.
Jay: "Sorry for going all ’fight or flight’s on you, Peyton.
I’m Jason, but everyone calls Jay.
Either one, it don’t really matter to ."
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