Shattering Humanity-Chapter 389: A God Weapon: Power In Creation, Destruction, & Protection

Chapter 389: A God Weapon: Power In Creation, Destruction, & Protection

"Successful indeed are the believers: those who humble themselves in prayer; those who avoid idle talk; those who pay alms-tax; those who guard their chastity except with their wives or those bondwomen in their possession, for then they are free from blame, but whoever seeks beyond that are the transgressors; the believers are also those who are true to their trusts and covenants; and those who are properly observant of their prayers.

These are the ones who will be awarded Paradise as their own. They will be there forever. And indeed, We created humankind from an extract of clay, then placed each human as a sperm-drop in a secure place, then We developed the drop into a clinging clot, then developed the clot into a lump ˹of flesh˺, then developed the lump into bones, then clothed the bones with flesh, then We brought it into being as a new creation. So Blessed is Allah, the Best of Creators.

After that you will surely die, then on the Day of Judgment you will be resurrected. And indeed, We created above you seven levels of heaven. We are never unmindful of Our creation." -Surah Al-Mu’minun 23:1-14

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[Buzzard’s Bay, Massachusetts]

Standing on the early morning beach, the seagulls squawk while searching for subsidence. A piece of apple granola bar is tossed between three landing beach birds, and they fight over the scraps.

The Sheriff, Jesse James watches the fight she has created as two of the birds are left with nothing, while one flies off with the spoils of victory.

A soft, gentle, slooooowwww voice of a woman is projected from behind her.

The

Woman’s Voice: "Youuu shouuuuld feeeeed theeee otherrrrrr onesss."

Keeping her usual calmness about her, Jesse James doesn’t turn around.

Jesse James: "I can’t, Phæstis.

That was the last piece."

Behind her is the woman who was writing in her book for the past 500 years. The same mystical lady traveling through the forest, and early Ireland, is now sitting on a rock protruding from the sand of current day Vinland.

Without her book, her eyes still closed and her bare feet exposed from the bottom of her long wool dress. Somehow, her chest has grown slightly larger and she kicks the sand off her toes with a breathy response.

Phæstis: "Ohh..."

The waves crash a few times between their silence. More seagulls search for anything to keep them alive, and one lands on the chest of the airheaded woman.

She doesn’t shoo it away as it hops down onto her lap. The bird cranes it’s neck and head up, barely seeing a pleasant, closed eyed smile looking down upon him passed the under breast of his perch.

She lightly pets the seagull on the head, happily.

Jesse James: "Don’t touch them, Phæstis.

They have mites in their feathers."

Ignoring the recommendation however, the well endowed women doesn’t stop petting the "rat with wings".

Phæstis: "Ohh..."

Once the seagull is satisfied with it’s received affection, it flaps off and away over the ocean water.

Inside of her trench coat, the emotionally and mentally tense women cracks her knuckles, anxiously.

Her sparkling eyes look at the dark blue horizon. The sun on it’s rise, only a few hours away.

The smell of salt water makes both women blush and the cold November air bounces off the water, into their flush pink faces.

A single helicopter can be heard approaching from the West. Only the sitting, confused woman looks at it(with her closed eyes) as it flies above and away over the water towards Kami Island.

Phæstis: "Whyyy are there biggerrrr and looouuderr biiiirrrds?"

Jesse James sparks up a brand new cigar. She puffs out an initial cloud of smoke

Jesse James: "Shenron 2 is going to scout the entirety of Kami island in the air, before I send in 500,000 troops for a complete siege over the survivors and supplies left on it."

Phæstis: "Ohh..."

The helicopter’s blinking red light vanishes passed the horizon and the empty headed Völva puts her finger to the corner of her mouth.

Phæstis: "Hmmm..."

After taking another puff from her cigar, the Sheriff turns around, facing her closed eyed colleague. Noticing the clueless woman’s "thinking face", the pink haired 2nd Generation DæMon entertains the moment of Phæstis’ rare brain activity.

Jesse James: "Is there something wrong?"

Phæstis: "Mmmmm...

Whaaat if theeeyyy dooon’t waaant tooo leeeave?"

Putting her head down, the cowboy hat and trench coat collar are hiding the smoker’s entire face while absorbing the innocent question.

Jesse James: "Listen, I don’t know if you are teaching me by using the maieutic method, but we’ve been partners for more than a decade now...."

Phæstis: "Ohhh..."

Jesse James: "...How come you’ve never mentioned the universal magic I’ve been accepted by?

This ’Seiõr’.

I know you have more knowledge about it and it’s capabilities.

Was my acceptance by this magic, the actual reason I was able to read the Voynich Texts in the first place?"

The "jiggly", spaced out Völva keeps the same smile and closed eyes on her beauteous complexion.

She shrugs her shoulders, making her chest bounce as well.

Phæstis: "Mmmm...I dooon’t knoowww."

With the cigar chomped in on corner of her mouth, the pink Sheriff sighs smoke out the other side while shaking her head.

Jesse James: "Sure you don’t..."

She looks and the slowly descending moon just above the city line. A reflection of the celestial body in her left ocular sensor stays there while she continues talking to her "sidekick".

With nothing helpful to say, the bright smiling Phæstis keeps quiet and allows her friend to continue speaking openly.

Jesse James: "No matter.

Due to the counter actions and information from that blonde woman I had talked to earlier, she revealed to me something interesting about this ’Seiõr’."

Phæstis: "Ohhh?

Whaaat isss thaaat?"

Fixing the cuffs to her long, bulky coat, the Sheriff answers.

Jesse James: "Whether it’s used for creation, destruction, or protection, Seiõr is the emotional power of a global empire. The sole fact anyone with it’s acceptance can get stronger through the hopes and faith of other people, proves it is a type of God Weapon."

Phæstis: "...’God weeeapooon’?"

Jesse James(nods): "The power of a God only works through the humans who believe in the specific entity and it’s existence.

People will pray, celebrate, and sacrifice other life to their God or Gods.

People will fight wars in the sense their beliefs are the one truth.

People will surrender their entire livelihood, to satisfy their own beliefs and to make some sense of this world."

Phæstis: "Ohhh...’

Jesse James: "If someone like myself can get stronger through protecting others, establishing stability, and defeating thr villains who believe their lives are above others, then I will gradually get stronger."

Phæstis: "Buuuut whyyyy dooo youuu waaaant toooo get strongerrr?"

Irritated by the question to her answer in her previous statement, the pink haired and eyed woman takes a deep breath breath before answering.

Jesse James: "Becauuuse, like I just said, I can use that immense and rightfully earned power to protect the good guys and defeat the bad guys."

Phæstis: "Ohh...

...

...

Buuuut whyyy dooo yooouuu waaannnt toooo prooootect and deeefeeeaaat?"

Surprised by the not so innocent question, Jesse James brings her glorious pink eyes back on the smiling magical woman.

Jesse James: "Huh?"

Phæstis: "Hm?"

This time, the thorough thinking woman takes a moment to process the simple, but honest question.

Jesse James: "What do you mean... haven’t you ever helped anyone else that was in trouble, or needed to be rescued from evil?" 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Phæstis shakes her head. Her forest green hair and chest follow with her motions.

The 2nd Generation DæMon looks down at the dry sand in front of her while contemplating and fitting the pieces together.

A large wave crashes a little bit closer, provided by the tide coming back due to the moon’s steadily increasing distance, decreasing it’s gravitational pull on Earth’s majority outer element.

Jesse James(thinking): *Ever since Phæstis showed up in the university library that day I read the Voynich Manuscript, she has followed me around and only appears when I’m alone, during moments like these.

Before ...

Ever since that day, I’ve always been prepared to defend myself if anyone tried to touch me.

That way I wouldn’t have to rely on whatever..."

Her pink eyes look back up at the mysterious maiden.

The carefree spirit is slowly waving at a close by flock of seagulls craning their necks. Each one seemingly looking up at the kind-hearted gesture from the bird brained beauty, while she sits on her beach throne.

Jesse James: "...Or whomever, saved me from those men when I was still weak."

She then holds out and stares at the palm of her right hand. Instantly activating her golden pink SanguineSoulSeiõrShield.

Feeling the danger from the released invisible magic, the aforementioned flock of beach birds scatter and fly away.

Phæstis somehow with her eyes closed, knows the universal energy is present and "looks" at her Sheriff partner only a few yards away.

Phæstis: "Ohhh...Soooo veeeeryyyy preeeettyyyy..."

Jesse James closes her hand, covered in the same color of Seiõr as Shelly, into a fist. The flame like energy coating her entire body as she turns South to look across the ocean.

Up above, a floating seagull can hear the echoing claim as it is shouted from the chest of the military leader.

Jesse James: "I swear, by the end of this day today, we will know who has more firepower and also the faith of the people, to back them up!"

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Phæstis: "Ohhh..."