Shattering Humanity-Chapter 444: "...If She Has To Experience Pain..."

"Stand up in the presence of the aged, show respect for the elderly and revere your God. I am the Lord.

’When a foreigner resides among you in your land, do not mistreat them. The foreigner residing among you must be treated as your native-born. Love them as yourself, for you were foreigners in Egypt. I am the Lord your God.

’Do not use dishonest standards when measuring length, weight or quantity. Use honest scales and honest weights, an honest ephah[dry goods measurement] and an honest hin[liquid goods measurement]. I am the Lord your God, who brought you out of Egypt.

’Keep all my decrees and all my laws and follow them. I am the Lord.’"-Leviticus 19:32-37

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A heartbreaking sob can be heard within darkness.

Without being able to see him, it is clearly Katsu.

Somewhere in the echoing void of infinite nothingness, the always cheerful, charismatic, and naturally charming young man is frustratingly whimpering.

Katsu’s Voice: "One more chance...

I just need one more try...to prove...

To prove you all wrong..."

There is not only a physical weakness in his throat, but also a morally defeated, wheezing voice of the high energy Captain.

Katsu’s Voice: "You’re all no different from those aliens...but you claim it is due to rational sympathy... claiming to protect love...but...but you bastards killed it in your sympathetic rage...

Herded by your own fear and anger... reading the surface to your tainted water source..."

There is an eeriely too long moment of silence that is eventually disrupted one last time by an echoing declaration.

Katsu’s Voice: "Even though she doesn’t remember all of what this world has repeatedly put her through, time after time again, I do.

After all the times Shelly’s story has been ended in unjustified tragedy..."

The cocking of a handgun instantly makes the darkness heavier and even more unsettling.

Katsu’s Voice: "...If she has to experience pain, I’m going to make sure you all feel it tu-!"

As if he just couldn’t wait to finish his claim before biting a barrel, a single gunshot *BANGS!*, followed by a constant, high pitched ringing.

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[Tomodachi Town]

Within the boundaries of the invading force’s successfully erected beachhead, the red stained sand is littered with decapitated and sliced up Icemen.

The lower ranked Vinland soldiers who survived the pincer attack from Shelly clones and an Iceman ambush, cover their dead comrades with red stained blankets.

Under a blue medical tent there is a small group of soldiers screaming or moaning in pain from their recently amputated limbs.

Now inside of the workout gym Katsu and Shelly were watching the initial battle on top of, The roughed up PoW has his arms behind him, handcuffed and tied up to a lifting bar that is racked on a weight bench. The Izanagi representative’s bloody nose drips on the leather backrest he’s sitting on, anf he shakes his head back into complete consciousness.

With the ringing finally fading, a defenseless, hunched forward Katsu smiles, realizing he’s still alive.

A military gloved hand grips the chuckler’s chin, lifting the prisoner’s head.

The bruised, bloodied, smirking Yang Vessel is face to face with a scowl from the newest Vinland Marine mutually acknowledged by Seiõr, given a field promotion and credited for finding their current captured insurgent.

Only two of his military allies are in the building, arms resting on their strapped rifle while the rest of his ground unit stands guard outside in case someone tries to break out the prisoner.

Captain Willems: "If I were in your position kid, I’d stop fucking around!

We know about Seiõr, so there’s no point in playing dumb. I saw that aura mist floating away from your face on the roof

So tell me what your power is and where your leader is?"

There are also two observing comrades not mutually acknowledged by Seiõr themselves look at each other after watching their own leadership rough up an 18 year old while trying to get him to confess to magic.

After a handful of deep, struggling breaths through his open dry lips, and the one available nostril not plugged by blood, Katsu smiles at his interrogator with blood stained teeth.

Katsu: "If I were you, and I’m saying this to protect you and your guys...

I would refrain from spilling anymore of my blood specifically."

The admonishment being meant more as advice for the unknowning soldiers isn’t taken as such and he gets elbowed by his captor.

The violent interrogation technique, relatively tame in military standards, doesn’t seem to be working. He nods over towards his pals and one of them nods back, leaving the room.

Captain Willems: "Now, I’m going to ask you one more time, kid.

Are you, or are you not, part of the organization who captured our crashed pilot last night?"

He gives the PoW time to recover from the last strike. Katsu swallows both spit and blood within his dry mouth.

Again, not giving in towards his kidnappers, Katsu grins, shaking his head in disappointment.

Katsu: "Like the deaf in a crowded ballroom, those without a sense of hearing won’t understand rhythm, beat, or queues that orchestrate dancers..."

The other soldier returns with a water bottle and cloth as Katsu continues speaking in riddles to the Marine playing bad cop.

Katsu: "...The majority of humans will simply exist to be spectators, ’Seiõr-deaf party goers’, unable to comprehend the unexplainable madness created from Seiõr and love in which they can’t identify."

With an adopted sister as his main source of admiration and inspiration, Katsu may not be as physically talented, but his infectious, undeviating spirit is the original mold for Shelly and his closest friends.

Katsu: "...With that being said, and with all due respect, me trying to explain to you what my ability is, would be like a philosophical physicist trying to explain to a kindergarten the relationship dynamics of religious and universal storytelling customs with Super Symmetric String Theory...Sir."

Not satisfied with the answer, and mentally processing Katsu’s iconic aloofness as intentional disrespect, the leading soldier motions over the two guards without taking his eyes off the young man.

Captain Willems: "Okay then."

As his two comrades readjust Katsu’s position, laying his back flat on the bench press and making sure he is tightly bound.

Knowing all too well what form of torture he is about to be subjugated to, Katsu continues to smile as the interrogator places the cloth over his head and starts waterboarding the 18 year old.

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[Nantucket, Vinland]

For scientific context, a dangerous tornado can be created when the atmosphere’s upward driving air has the potential energy over 1000 J/kg(Jouls per kilogram).

Due to the massive amounts of heat from ScourgingSeiõr being quickly added into the atmosphere, combined with increased moisture from the boiling ocean, the once world famous whaling port has become tornado island with over 10,000 J/kg .

Not bound by the preconceived laws of precipitation the SeiõrSnow still falls calmly in an unorthodox version of sleet.

The purely ominous sight is enough to make any sailor desperately looking to port take his chances and pass by.

As the unstoppable vacuum of nature sucks up everything including cemented foundations, a downpouring rain falls almost sideways from the low, dark wall cloud blocking out the sky. Glowing blue lightning flashes within constantly, as the sky is being fed by two separate EF5+ vortex cluster tornados scourging everything in its path.

The core of 350mph winds lifts large metal garbage containers, gun safes from demolished homes, crushed vehicles, and fully uprooted trees spin to the mercy of the catastrophic spinning funnels.

Almost like a lucky break for the human hunters who would eventually melt if they had stayed on the microwave of an island.

What may be most satisfying of all however, is the unique visuals inside that no fleshy human could survive, but no threat to the mostly indestructible Icemen.

One of the island’s roaming monsters tries to march through the instant storm and doesn’t seem to fully grasp its situation or feel threatened staring at the multiple branching visible vortexes composed of hot, humid, unstable winds.

In a comedic moment to begin a discombobulating 6 minutes, a giant green highway sign slams into its back and the flat metal flies like a sheet of paper in the breeze.

After witnessing what can only be survived by the ice/crystal aliens who are undamaged by wild debris, and without a terminal velocity, is shot out a wind powered canon 7 miles(12km) off the ground and over the currently dark, monsoon dropping sky.

Whatever is left of the business buildings, stores, family homes, bricked schools, and any other standing structures inflicted by first Icemen meteors, left unfixed by fleeing humans, and being ripped out of their foundations by the destructive phenomenon.

Finally stepping foot on the outskirting sands is the 3rd wave DæMon, MamMon, and following close behind is the subsequential, hood covered, 4th Wave DæMon sister, AgaMeMnon. Both covered in their SoulSeiõr to protect themselves. The deafening winds drown out any possible silence that is not already disrupted by the disorganized hodgepodge of chaos echoing everywhere.