Shattering Humanity-Chapter 459: "...At Some Point, Every Reasonable Mind Will Need To Either Ask For Forgiveness, Or Forgive Another’s Regrettable Actions."

Chapter 459: "...At Some Point, Every Reasonable Mind Will Need To Either Ask For Forgiveness, Or Forgive Another’s Regrettable Actions."

They were followed by a curse in this life and will receive another on the Day of Judgment. What an evil gift to receive!

These are accounts, We relate to you O Prophet, of the destroyed cities. Some are still standing barren, while others have been mowed down.

We did not wrong them, rather they wronged themselves. The gods they invoked beside Allah were of no help at all when the command of your Lord came, and only contributed to their ruin.

Such is the crushing grip of your Lord when He seizes the societies entrenched in wrongdoing. Indeed, His grip is terribly painful and severe.

Surely in this is a sign for those who fear the torment of the Hereafter. That is a Day for which humanity will be gathered and a Day that will be witnessed by all.’ -Hud 11:99-103

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{Open Space}

A backdrop of the vast, dark nothingness is behind the largest planet in the same solar system as Earth, the red giant, Jupiter.

Many astroids, meteors, and other space debris are constantly being sucked in towards by the gravitational pull of the celestial body.

Floating amongst the field of space rocks, an individual wearing a black cloak with cherry blossom tree patterns, covered in a golden rainbow SanguineSoulSeiõrShield. The DæMon’s face being shrouded in the shadow of their hood, only bright red lipstick covered lips puckered in a kiss.

Each of the painted nails to the individual have rainbow streaks to match their personal energy, and they bring up the hand to blow a kiss.

However, from this powerful being’s fingertips, a golfball sized orb of SanguineSoulSeiõr is provocatively blown towards the planet with a giant red storm, larger than Earth itself, continuously swirling along it’s surface.

As the conjured orb of universal energy becomes attracted to the planet’s pulling mass, the smiling spellcaster, unfazed by the existentialism of being in open space, watches their technique disappear after a quick, star-like flash with the red spot.

As the DæMon stays suspended in space, the simultaneous voices of both a man and a woman comes out of their bright red smirk.

Cherry Blossom Cloak: "1A; Love.

1B; Hate.

2A; Peace.

2B; Violence.

3A; Silence.

3B; Uproar.

4A; Myself

4B; Others"

On the planet surface, the raging storm visible from Earth is just below an increasingly growing orb of white light.

Cherry Blossom Cloak: "I express ’1’ with actions of ’2’, with ’3’.

All for the sake of ’4’."

From the breathtaking viewing point, a bright explosion starts at the center of the swirling storm, slowly growing, until it completely consumes the entire planet’s red spot.

Cherry Blossom Cloak: "Originally presented by our Völva mothers as a learning exercise and by our Valkyrie mothers as a scale of morality, the limited options given to us ultimately dictates the capped limit to one’s final answer..."

As the ScourgingSoulSeiõrShot continues to consume the windstorm large enough to consume Earth, the apparent force from the blast of Seiõr is strong enough to temporarily defeat the immediate area’s gravitational pull, blowing back the previously attracted astroids, meteors, and space debris.

Cherry Blossom Cloak: "...But the true answers lie beyond the borders of dedicated word banks.

True moral progression is a instantly laughable amount treasure to discover.

A directional realization which is unable to be located with a simplistic map, created by the lives unwilling to leave their dichotomy."

As the white glow begins to fade and the massive display of power eventually settles down, the area once covered by a constant, planet sized storm, is no more.

Cherry Blossom Cloak: "...Why only choose between black or white?

Left side or right side?

Fight for freedom or oppression?

When you can have so many various hues of grey..."

The strength of the blast is also enough to provisionally regress the speed of the three separate atmospheric bands.

Cherry Blossom Cloak: "...When you could sit in the center of the audience, to get a direct and agnostic perspective of the entire stage..."

The once astronautically famous "Giant Red Spot" has now been replaced by an equally visible view of the planet’s fuzzy grey, and incredibly dense layers underneath the immediate surface. Just how Earth and every other planet has its areas of increasing density, but with a surface being made mostly of gases, the awe inspiring sight of a damaged Jupiter and its familiar looking ice diamond center, slowly becomes shrouded once more by the cloud like coverage of the gas giant’s cream colored, center most revolving ring.

Cherry Blossom Cloak: "...Or when you could somehow still feel indebted to help those who currently owe many others already?"

Having been disturbed by such a larger force of energy, the two previously conflicting horizontal atmosphere belts, both responsible for domesticating the now resolved storm, conform into blowing in the same Eastern direction as the stronger wind force.

The cloaked culprit to the considerably cosmic crime can only admire their work and finishes their vocal monologue, somehow, in the vacuum of empty space.

Cherry Blossom Cloak: "Whether our mothers planned it or not, the beings they irresponsibly created chose just that.

We chose to surpass the limiters placed upon us and due to our restraints, we found out how truly liberating real freedom can be.

Even though each DæMon was forced unnaturally into this existence..."

As if having known what is coming next, the space floating DæMon, covered in her golden rainbow SanguineSoulSeiõrShield, has her back turned at the entire planet of Jupiter implodes within itself. In the blink of an eye, the entire celestial mass hit by the golfball sized white orb has been condensed into the kiss blown SeiõrShot and it is now pitch black.

Cherry Blossom Cloak: "...Even though universally natural Seiõr was involved in our creation, we ourselves are unnatural creatures. Capable of breaking the rules, laws, and structural confines of this universe we don’t belong in..."

The surrounding 90+ moons that once orbited around the largest planet in the solar system, begin to drift off their revolutionary courses.

Cherry Blossom Cloak: "No longer bound to the repetitive, meaningless circling of life, caused by the weights put on due to another’s existence.

Just like these moons, the naturally born can become potentially dangerous once they are encountered to explore in their revelation of desires..."

Without any structure or central focus, the large bodies of rock begin to collide into one another.

Some collisions between the smaller natural satellites result in both masses to turn completely into shattered rock, leaving the chunks to drift aimlessly, but the categorized ’Galilean Moons’ on the other hand manage to bounce off their smaller sisters, almost like interstellar billiards. Leaving a couple recognizably larger crater(s) as the only scar(s), before seemingly drifting clear of any further destruction.

Cherry Blossom Cloak: "...But those of us who were birthed as curses, we are more than just moons and we are clearly stronger than the very planet we were conceived on.

However..."

With the solar system now in immanent disfunction, there is one last event as the mysterious DæMon disappears behind the coverage of the rogue moon, Europa.

Cherry Blossom Cloak: "...We are not the same stars of Yang. Those forces that bring light and convince life to keep living..."

Having the caster disappear from the area, the abandoned imploded golfball that is darker than space itself, finally explodes.

The massive fireball that is expelled consumes all the broken fragments, as well as the thought to be safe smaller moons, incinerating everything into ash and spacedust.

Cherry Blossom Cloak: "...Us, Partners to Yin.

We have survived.

We know the correct answers are constantly being masked by a blinding, false light. A constant ray of trusted shine, attempting to disorient or distract the ones who search with it..."

The trickling wave of destructive thermodynamic energy now zips at the speed of light in every universal direction.

Having survived their home’s devastation, the set of four moons float along side each other, evenly spaced, and are hit by the pulse of pressure. The force acts as a whip, leaving a single crease in the surfaces, and pushes them in the same direction through the infinite dark void.

Cherry Blossom Cloak: "...We must exist to fix this flawed system. Not through destruction of this reality, but through its deconstruction."

...

{Inner Sanpaku}

Daisuki: "You see, the newest leaders to those mountains have been taken over by an incredibly powerful individual. A woman who has the same abilities as your leader, but is much more dangerous."

One by one he takes the set of restraints off the men and women being held captive.

The sweating soldier who pocketed his plastic utensil has it hidden and waits his turn at the end of the back most line.

Daisuki: "Not to mention her advisor/co leader has a grudge on me for my past and wants to see me suffer like all those families of victims involved with my military blunders. Given my technical shorter sentence, due to this apocalyps, only made him angrier."

Not listening to his target’s honest speech, the plotting rogue soldier with the plastic fork is next to be graciously served.

He grabs the fork as a bead of sweat drips down from his jaw.

Daisuki: "... However, I’ve taken this new opportunity on life to not only save powerless people from those violent aliens, but I’ve also committed to helping the next generation in learning how to become better people, and hopefully how to forgive one another.

Because no matter how a person lives their life, at some point, they will either need to ask for forgiveness, or they will be asked to forgive another of their regrettable past."

The inspirational speaker finally approaches the scowling soldier with a concealed "weapon" and the Squad 40 leader holds up the pack of cigarettes with a smile.

Daisuki: "Want one, Pal?"

Glaring at him with a deep Below Sanpaku, the mouth breathing man nods only once.

Daisuki lights the cigarette between his own lips before pinching the filter, and with his pinky out, the respectable host holds the cig up to the man.

Suddenly out of nowhere, and before any Shelly clones can react, the still cuffed man lunges forward and bites the tip of Daisuki’s pinky finger right off.

The attacker spits the fingertip back in the wincing Takamagahara leader’s face and with the white plastic fork in his hands, the assailant jabs upwards. Aiming for Daisuki’s soft spot under his chin, but luckily his upward motion is stopped just in time by one of Shelly’s clones.

The AWOL warrior is then punched square in the face, and immediately jumped on by both the rest of Shelly clones, as well as a few of his fellow captives.

Attacking Captive: "You’re all cowards! 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

We were told to fight until we all die!

The Sheriff has proven to be the 2nd coming of the Messiah, and she will banish all of you fucking cowards to Hell for your blasphemy!"

With his opposition’s leader leaking blood on the padded white floor, the baffled Vinland Navy Captain helps tend to the hospitable man’s injury.

Captain: "Here take this table cloth and put pressure on it!

My medic will tend to your wound and she’s loyal, I swear."

He tossed the grey table cloth to Daisuki and then confidently nods over a shuttering woman within the partially imprisoned group. She hurries to her captain and their captor, helping put pressure on the fresh wound so Daisuki doesn’t have to.

Vinland Medic: "Do you have any penicillin available?

Human bites can become the most infectious and deadly.

I know we have some on the supply vessel we were on, but if there is any-...."

Sweating Daisuki, being the collected, and also experienced soldier, cuts her off. The suave Head Honcho tries to play off the situation’s seriousness in front of the distressed woman.

Daisuki: "He...he...

Yea...we should have plenty.

Hehe, you know...they say it’s easier to bite through a pinky finger... ah...than it is to bite through a baby carrot."

While the treatment is happening behind him, the Vinland Captain looks over at his beat up rebel being restrained and pinned to the floor by both multiple Shelly clones, as well as a few other Vinland soldiers.

Captain: "Private, you are here by under military arrest for conspiracy against treasons of peace against the Vinland people, for slandering the morality of our leader, Sheriff Jesse James, and irresponsibly endangering the rest of humanity."

Daisuki: "There’s no need for that, Captain Whistler!"

Surprising everyone in the room, the victim, gripping a bloody handkerchief over his leaking wound, looks at the respective leader with a reassuring smile.

Daisuki: "Was I not just preaching about forgiveness?"

Shocking everyone into utter silence, even the bloodied mouth of the man who just bit a chunk of the Takamagahara leader’s finger off is agape in quite disbelief.

One of the clones to his Ace speaks up.

Shelly Clones: "Sensei?!

This psycho almost stabbed you in the neck for no reason!

He can’t be trusted with forgiveness!

Besides, you aren’t a clone! If you had died right here, what would the rest of Takamagahara do without you?!"

Her original squad 40 mentor gives the reliable copy of his Ace a recognizable chuckle.

Daisuki: "Haha, hopefully I’ve influenced you all enough that it’ll take a bit of time, but I trust you’ll all manage to make the right choices without me."