Chapter 489: Increased Shutters Of Ecstasy

’O believers! Do not violate Allah’s rituals of pilgrimage, the sacred months, the sacrificial animals, the offerings decorated with garlands, nor those pilgrims on their way to the Sacred House seeking their Lord’s bounty and pleasure. When pilgrimage has ended, you are allowed to hunt. Do not let the hatred of a people who once barred you from the Sacred Mosque provoke you to transgress. Cooperate with one another in goodness and righteousness, and do not cooperate in sin and transgression. And be mindful of Allah.

Surely Allah is severe in punishment.’ -Al-Ma’idah 5:2

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{Demon District}

*POP!*

SeiõrSnow continues to fall on top of a sweating, heavily breathing Saku, as he frames into existence in the middle of the cul-de-sac within Izanami’s district.

No longer under the threat and duress of war, the magical, clear, dome-like structure of Zoram’s SeiõrStar has been removed.

This has allowed the chosen Vessel for all that is Yin to instantly transmit both the Takamagahara party and Vinland Navy/Marine to the same quadrant of Kami Island.

Falling to his knees, a winded Saku deactivates his Anjell Eye, and sucks air into his lungs.

His loyal follower Itsuka hurries over, worried for her overworking Captain.

Itsuka: "Saku, are you okay?"

Not too long after, Friend and Xaaydagaay, his lovable companions don’t know any better, hopping on top of the exhausted young man on all fours.

Looking around at the gathering of Vinland and Takamagahara members, the vice captain of Izanami Division ascertains an observation.

Itsuka: "Wait, where the Hell is Laban?"

Under the dog/orca pile, Saku manages to cough out a response.

Saku: "Fireh...Firehouse.

Ganji...i...Sawai."

Itsuka: "Why?"

Saku: "Smo...smokes..."

His 2nd in command’s eyes roll at the idea of her love rival having a struggling Saku use his powers for her addiction.

Itsuka: "Tsk, you should make her walk back here herself."

No longer burning strenuous amounts of energy to use his symbiote, the collector of alien IceEye abilities manages to regain enough strength, wriggling free from Friend and Xaay.

Saku: "She was willing to do that already.

It’s the only reason why I agreed to send her there in the first place."

A few yards away from the Izanami captains, Shelly is piggyback carrying a blushing Aiden. Katsu laughs while standing next to his two friends.

Katsu: "Isn’t Shelly freaking strong, Aiden?

She can jump and run, even with you on her back!

Usually I’m the one needing her to carry me away from danger, or when I’m hurt.

Hahahaa!"

Shelly(blushes): "Stop it, Katsu.

It’s really not that big of a deal..."

Her bashfulness instantly disappears and the incredibly Seiõr sensitive warrior turns her head to eye the southeast.

Shelly(thinking): *There’s a stranger’s SoulSeiõr coming from Tomodachi Town...*

She glances around at the survivors from the day’s Three Way, One Day War, and the fatigued fighter takes a deep sigh.

Shelly(thinking): *...But it’s not strong enough to be considered a threat.

If it’s not a DæMon I’m sensing, guess I can relax for the time being.*

...

[Faithful Friends Firehouse]

Alone inside the brick firehouse, is the unnaturally born woman who recently provided Takamagahara with spoils, supplies, high powered weaponry, and a functional military tank. All of which are being stored in this current building.

A few open crates litter the available area, but more than half of Shelly’s winnings are still stacked, pressed up against the wall. Most of the loot not yet having been released from their wooden containers.

Laban DaeMon: "Considering that tunnel flood, it was such a clutch move to make this place their ’Ganji-i-Sawai’ instead.

If they hadn’t transferred everything over, all of this shit would’ve been lost."

She stops next to a square crate and pushes off the loosened top, unveiling an emerald green light glowing from inside.

Smiling, she leans in and rummages through.

Standing back up with a golden case full of cigarellos, and an unlit blunt stuck between her smiling lips, Laban replaces the top cover to the crate container.

Lighting up with the flick of a lighter, she releases smoke into the air and stuffs the case inside her letterman jacket.

Laban DaeMon: "Oh yeaaa, this shit is gas!"

Walking to the center of the dark armory, the witch who is not mutually acknowledged by Seiõr, stops and admires Abby the Abrams, the war tank painted like a smirking elephant.

After an honest chuckle, Laban takes a hit from her blunt and puts a hand on the machine of destruction.

Vulnerable to emotions while alone in the building, the tough acting DaeMon opens up to herself about the importance of the gifted war vehicle.

Laban DaeMon: "It would have sucked serious asshole if you had been lost."

Referring to her old Roronora City engineer, Buzz, the ex-Don puts her forehead on Abby’s cold, reenforced steel shell.

Laban DaeMon: "With Roronora City flattened, you’re the only major project she had worked on, that I have left."

After a few seconds of silence, the DaeMon’s SeiõrSense softly reacts to the uninvited arrival of a stranger.

Even when knowing she’s being intruded on, Laban keeps her forehead pressed against Abby while addressing her unrequested company.

Laban DaeMon: "Whoever you are, I really don’t have the motivation to beat your ass tonight."

An all black figure falls through the open corner of the brick building. The force of the landing slightly cracks and indents the tile floor beneath the intruder.

Unfazed by the abrupt entry, Laban still has her forehead on the painted tank, and sighs with her eyes closed.

Laban DaeMon: "Listen, I don’t know who you are, but I’ve already had a long ass day, and tomorrow won’t be any easier. So if you could just fuck off, that would probably benefit the both of us most."

From a kneeling position, the silhouette stands up, and immediately after leaving Tristan and Stephanie’s home, Baba Yaga reveals herself for the first time to a Takamagahara member.

Without any unorthodox pets around the 2nd Generation DæMon, she smiles at her 1st Generation elder.

Baba Yaga: "?sroirepus ym fo nalc eht morf nrob lanif eht era uoy ,oS"

Laban DaeMon: "What the fuck are you saying?"

Finally motivated enough to activate her alien symbiote ability, but not enough to actually look at her visitor, the unacknowledged DaeMon uses her Eyelien’s Nye-omnipotency to decipher the backwards speech.

Laban DaeMon: "You’re talking backwards?

’Your superiors’?

Are you trying to tell me you’re pals with one of my older sisters?"

Baba Yaga: " ?leef ti seod woH

.ygrene emas eht yb degdelwonkca yllautum emoceb ot elbanu tub ,rõieS htiw dlrow siht otni thguorb ylreporpmi gnieB"

With her eye ability able to decode the cocky remarks from this pink eyed goth, Laban’s nose twitches due to the blatant disrespect.

She finally turns her head to get a proper view of the shit talker, but upon seeing the woman’s pink eyes, the follower of Yin takes this situation more seriously.

Laban DaeMon: "I’m guessing you’re another one of these 2nd Generations who wants the smoke, huh?

First that dumb blonde following Sanngriõr around, then that Sheriff who just lost to Skalmönd, and now you.

I’m starting to get the funny notion, most of you 2nd Gens aren’t the brightest when it comes to choosing who you align yourselves with and who you choose as enemies."

Surrounded by Seiõr-less weapons, both magically born, black haired witches stare each other down.

Baba Yaga: ".eitnuA’ , ecnarongi sullac rof eugirtni ym terpretnisim t’nod esaelP

.rutöjfreH ,noMæD evaW driht eht fo rae eht ni tang a eb ot ylerem dnalsi siht ot tnes neeb evah I ,wonk uoy evah ll’I"

Laban DaeMon(chuckles): "With that, I can make an educated guess as to which of my older sisters sent you here as their lackey.

Are Hrist and Göll still palling around together?

If anyone is gunna go back on their Odin Oath, it will be those two cheapskates."

Baba Yaga: ".uoy ot gnihton yletulosba srettam morf lavorppa kees dna morf sredro ekat I ohW

.gnieb emit eht rof ,edis ruoy gnigatobas fo snoitnetni on evah I tcaf eht si noitnetta ruoy etutitsnoc dluohs tahW"

Laban DaeMon: "Okay?

Then why are you here bothering me?"

Baba Yaga: ".setisoppo ralop era yllaer su fo owt eht fi ssentiw ot detnaw I ,tnetsixe-non tabmoc dnah ot dnah ni gniknar nwo ym dna ,detaerc neve saw I erofeb tnangats rõieS neeb evah uoy sa gnieeS"

Laban DaeMon: "Hmph, you act as though you’ve been told all about me, and as if I haven’t grown since the day my sisters abandoned me."

Baba Yaga: ".sllepSrõieS fo kcal ruoy rof pu ekam ot redro ni ,reh morf owt ro gniht a denrael evah tsum uoy ,tuoba denraw neeb ev’I ’dnömlakS’ yradnegel siht htiw pu deitrap ev’uoy fI"

Laban DaeMon: "Uh, f.y.i. I’m technically not on Skalmönd’s side either.

If you must know, I follow the Vessel for all that is Yin.

The man who I will eventually be impregnated by, is acquaintances with the reincarnate of Skalmönd. So I tolerate her and that Yang Vessel boyfriend of her’s... for now."

Baba Yaga’s ears twitch upon hearing Katsu’s title as a contemporary force.

Baba Yaga: "?...lesseV... gnaY"

Knowing about Katsu secretly playing Takamagahara like an orchestra of instruments, Laban sucks her teeth at just the thought of her love interest’s rival.

She turns her back on the now highly interested 2nd Generation DæMon.

Laban DaeMon: "Yea, Skalmönd is attached at the hip with the Vessel for all that is chaotic and active Yang energy.

He’s a loud, obnoxious, little shit head who has some sort of plan up his sleeve that even my older sisters can’t figure out."

Retaining the new information, the conniving 2nd Generation DæMon curls her fishnet stocking covered toes, bites her bottom lip, and grips her breast over a nervously beating heart.

Just the thought of someone who deceives others like herself, successfully enough to fool even her superiors, makes the hot breathed, notorious witch cross her legs.

Laban DaeMon: "He plays dumb in front of anyone who will buy his cheesy bullshit, and uses that sociopathic personality to influence and trick others into making decisions they normally wouldn’t have."

Preventing herself from publicly touching herself inappropriately, the sexually bothered 2nd Generation pulls down the front of her rather erogenous, short Gothic skirt. The more insults Laban spits out about the man she despises, only makes Baba Yaga increasingly shutter in ecstasy.

Laban DaeMon: "...But we have that bastard already figured out, because my Saki is the Vessel for all that is cool, relaxed, and the abstracted truth.

Together, we’re waiting for our right moment to expose that two-faced prick for the selfish evil ’light’ really is."

There is no response, and without looking, Laban’s SeiõrSense can no longer detect her extended family member.

Being told of the perfect man for her, Baba Yaga has disappeared from Faithful Friends Firehouse.

Laban DaeMon: "Since us 1st Generations involuntarily desire to be the wife and birth giver to the Yin Vessel’s child, it only makes sense these trigger happy 2nd Gens would desire the Yang Vessel in the same uncontrollable way."

Realizing she is once again alone in the empty firehouse, a satisfied Laban takes the last pull from her blunt and flicks it to the tiled floor. Crushing the smoking apparatus under her still damp shoe, she is relieved to have pushed the possible conflict aside.

Laban DaeMon: "Oh well.

She’s Skalmönd’s problem now."