Chapter 491: Emerald Envy
’Do not say to your neighbor, "Go, and come again, tomorrow I will give it"—when you have it with you.
Do not plan evil against your neighbor, who dwells trustingly beside you.
Do not contend with a man for no reason, when he has done you no harm.
Do not envy a man of violence and do not choose any of his ways, for the devious person is an abomination to the Lord, but the upright are in his confidence.’ -Proverbs 3:28-32
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{MamMon’s Forest}
SeiõrSnow continues to fall from the partly cloudy, early night sky, as MamMon DæMon exits the treeline. Tightly following the tolerant older sister, is a floating DeMogorgon DæMon, and the emotional button pusher continues with the relentless barrage of snide remarks.
DeMogorgon DæMon: *sniffle*"Why are you even trying, ’Herf’?
We all know those two before you are untouchable to the rest of us.
Especially that slutty skank, Svipul."
Having extreme tolerance for the arrogance, MamMon responds, but her words have enough venom to bite back.
MamMon DæMon: "You also predicted failure for my plan to cease the systematic torture, directed by the clans of our selfish mothers.
From what I remember, you weren’t willing to collaborate until I offered you the knowledge of destructive SeiõrShots in return."
With the topic being brought up, the devilish, floating DæMon holds up a little middle finger.
From the flipped bird, a tiny, pea-sized, emerald green ball of envious SoulSeiõr is formed. Equally miniscule bolts of lightning shoot around it.
DeMogorgon DæMon: *sniffle* "The way I remember it, you absolutely needed me. *sniffle*Begging that you couldn’t start your precious uprising until I agreed to join along."
MamMon DæMon(sighs): "I suppose two perspectives can be correct.
However, if you had kept whatever you call ’loyalty’ to our mother clans, you would have died along with them."
DeMogorgon DæMon: "Ohh really?"
Pointing the finger at a 45° angle, she randomly and irresponsibly fires off the small orb of explosive force and it breaks the sound barrier, zipping away over the horizon.
Inside the hood of her Money Tree cloak, MamMon quietly snarls at the misuse of her discovered SeiõrSpell.
DeMogorgon DæMon: "In retrospect, we all would have figured it out sooner or later. *sniffle* Especially myself."
Both MamMon and DeMogorgon suddenly stop as a gust of wind blows across the grassy plain. A murder of crows above circle above the two cloaked individuals, but they soon disperse.
DeMogorgon DæMon: "Unfortunately for the rest of us...*sniffle*...we don’t have the privilege of having a twin as an advantage to get ahead in existence."
MamMon DæMon: "You’re starting to sound more and more like your partner."
After wiping her nose with a finger, the childish DæMon wipes the finger on her cloak.
DeMogorgon DæMon: *sniffle*"What can I say?
Her and I speak the same language."
A soaring fruit bat rides the breeze and the winged mammal catches a flying beetle using the same flow of air under it’s wings.
During the brief silence, the grin on the face of the aloof witch fades, and she sniffs her diamond pierced, stiffened upper lip.
DeMogorgon DæMon: *sniffle* "Do you not trust me, my dearest big sister?"
MamMon DæMon: "If you showed physical signs of change, I still wouldn’t believe a single word from your poisonous tongue.
Even if my own life depended on it."
As if knowing of an incoming threat, the smaller, floating DæMon successfully duck dodges a horizontal kick from the ambushing twin, MaMmon DæMon.
Creating distance between them, the mischievous DæMon giggles at the violent retaliation she has ignited. She kicks her feet in the air and coasts through the air like a backstroke.
DeMogorgon DæMon: "Teeheehhee!
Hahahaha!
Why are you guys so mad?"
MaMmon DæMon: "You aren’t as sly as you try to believe, you dishonorable miscreant."
DeMogorgon DæMon: "Whaaat?!
I didn’t do anything wrong.
I think you doppelgangers are just butthurt I saw through your ambush?"
MaMmon DæMon: "You know damn well the two of us weren’t planning on doing anything..."
The golden nailed twin covers herself with a gold on gold SanguineSoulSeiõrShield, and jumps over 20 yards in the air.
MamMon DæMon : "...Until you saw it recklessly necessary to cross a line, just to create your idea of a satisfactory result."
From her own cloak, the grounded twin tosses up the stolen mythical weapon, Lævateinn.
The airborne twin cleanly snatches the long dagger, covering it in her personal energy.
After a single 360° spin, the battle tested DæMon swings the most powerful weapon of Seiõr.
Fast enough to travel the circumference of the entire planet in less than 100 seconds, the misdirected attack was intended to land back on Kami Island.
The rune engraved, flat side to the dull, chipped tip blade connects with the small but terrifyingly powerful emerald green SeiõrShot. A matching green light from the dagger absorbing the SeiõrSpell illuminates the dark sky.
[MamMon’s Apartments]
After their first day together as lab partners, Buzz, Poppa, and Nomad are sitting outside their apartment, staring at the stars as SeiõrSnow softly drifts down on them.
The flakes of unanimously observable Seiõr that come in contact with the humans, it instantly gets absorbed by the unaware forms of life.
Nomad: "Wow.
The world without all that light pollution is really beautiful, ain’t it girls?"
Admiring the same cosmic view, both the spastic inventor and her calm new assistant nod in unison.
Unlike her Aunt however, Buzz is hyper focused on the shining grey celestial body revolving around their own.
Buzz: "Hey ’Po’, do you think I could make it to the moon someday?"
Without actively acknowledging her new given nickname, Poppa turns her head to entertain the thought from her roommate.
Poppa: "Well, do you want to make it to the moon?"
Already figuring out what the thoughtful young woman is trying to do, Nomad smiles while listening to them.
Buzz: "What the Hell kinda question is that?!
Why would I ask if I didn’t have the desire to do it in the first place?!"
Not realizing the irony behind her own response, the engineering genius calms back down while the moon reflects off her Eyelien symbiote.
Buzz: "Before those aliens ruined everything, I had aspirations of being an aero/astro-engineer.
I’ve wanted to have this entire planet in my view.
Having a sight to the home of all human history.
Everything good...and everything bad, all on one celestial biome.
But from out there in open space, none of our achievements or mistakes are observable. None of our problems relative to the rest of our universe."
After hearing the otherwise existential confession, Poppa takes a moment to work out the thought exercise, but after an ironic realization, she kindly giggles out loud.
Buzz: "Jeez, when I think about that kind of stuff, it gives me existentialism, but you’re a different type of psycho."
Poppa: "Heheehe, no. No.
It’s not that."
Regaining her composure, Poppa looks at the same shining silver/grey rock in the sparkling black sky, but the reflection this time is in her human purple eye.
Poppa: "I was laughing at the irony."
Buzz tilts her head. Clearly being a savant at scientific engineering, but otherwise borderline uneducated in literary understanding and reading comprehension.
Poppa: "You said none of humanity’s achievements would be visible all the way out there, but the irony that got me was, if you successfully made it into outer space, you then also become an example of human achievements too.
It makes me wonder where the furthest, but still observable perspective of our universe is."
Buzz sits upwards so fast it makes the timid Poppa flinch.
Buzz: "Holy shit you’re a freakin’ genius!"
Poppa: "Please, don’t give me too much credit for a silly idea."
Disrupting their peaceful evening, a bright emerald green light shines above the open pasture between MamMon’s Forest and Southern Apartments.
Nomad: "The Hell is that?!"
Buzz: "I wanna find out!"
Before anybody can stop her, the over enthusiastic trinket builder runs towards the anomaly.
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Using the legendary weapon known as Loki’s Treasure, trying to absorb the totality of her anarchist sister’s SeiõrShot, MaMmon has to exert a decent amount of strength to keep the forceful energy from overpowering her and damaging the Seiõr cultivated land.
From below, the snickering DæMon who fired the attack watches the spectacle with a smug snicker.
DeMogorgon DæMon: "Khkhkh!
Everyone gladly refers to me as a ’spawn of Loki’, yet here you are with a weapon that is more suitable for m-."
Cutting her off, she doesn’t try to dodge MamMon’s Seiõr-less fist as it connects with the side of her hood covered head.
The force of the unblocked punch sends the target over 100 yards, rocketing through the treeline.
Having successfully made contact with her annoyance of a sister, is mollifying for the irritated witch.
MamMon DæMon: "You had the oppurtunity to take one of Skalmönd’s other spoils, but like the brat you’ve always been, you pouted because I called rights on her mystical dagger."
She turns to watch her twin sister above, using Lævateinn to collect DeMogorgon’s projectile energy.
Without diverting her attention, MamMon blocks a kick from a small leg, and a slight breeze created by the blunt force ripples over the grassy field.
Due to the attack from MamMon, the age regressed witch no longer has her identity hidden.
Golden blonde hair is tied in a single spiral ponytail, and the ends are dipped black.
Diamonds are pierced through the side of her nose and growling upper lip.
Her right eyebrow is pierced and a black and white checkered cloth hides the Nye-omnipotent being’s optical sensors.
However two wet spots are visible over where her blue eyes should be.
DeMogorgon DæMon: *sniffle* "Lucky shot, you spoiled bitch!"
