Chapter 490: The Cool-Headedness Of A Middle Sister

’The wisdom of the prudent is to discern his way, but the folly of fools is deceiving.

Fools mock at the guilt offering, but the upright enjoy acceptance.

The heart knows its own bitterness, and no stranger shares its joy.

The house of the wicked will be destroyed, but the tent of the upright will flourish.

There is a way that seems right to a man, but its end is the way to death. Even in laughter the heart may ache, and the end of joy may be grief.’ -Proverbs 14:9-13

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{MamMon’s Forest}

SeiõrSnow continues to fall over the magically grown foliage.

In the middle of the city sized forest, MamMon is perched on one of the branches to a tall pine tree within her forest.

The blonde witch stares down at her twin sister behind Esau. A gold nail painted hand placed on his back, and they both have their eyes closed, with their consciousnesses in a Mindscape.

MamMon DæMon: "So you managed to get here before me, MaMmon.

Luckily, we both had planned for a few unexpected delays, so I knew I could count on you to fill in.

It’s only fair enough though, my dear twin sibling. Since you were the one who promised unfortunate Esau hope for his services."

From his closed left human eye, a single tear rolls down Esau’s cheek, and a snowflake floats from his closed symbiote.

As the droplet falls from his chin, the widower’s eyes open back up, and the emotional man realizes he has returned to the real world.

Looking at his hands, the man reminisces over the short time he just spent in the Mindscape with the memories of Edom.

Esau: "You saw everything I experienced in there, didn’t you?"

The woman with Völva blood takes her hand off his muscular back.

MaMmon DæMon: "I did.

However, don’t feel self-conscious, unfortunate Esau. Your personal story is definitely a tragic one, but it’s beautifully tragic."

With above average, blue-eyed Valkyrie sight, she spots her twin DæMon sister hiding in the deep forest shadows, watching them.

MaMmon DæMon: "I do hope that Mindscape visit was worth the wait you had to endure until now."

After a Mindscape reunion with his deceased wife, giving him a fully reloaded heart, the unchosen Yin Vessel wipes his human and alien optics dry.

Esau: "It was, and I’m sorry for ever doubting your abilities.

Thank you...so much."

The incisive appreciation in his voice is enough to make the DæMon woman smile. It’s not a devious smirk, but a genuine grin from the positive feeling she is experiencing.

Wiping away the uncharacteristic emotion from her face, the PsychoSeiõrSpell caster coughs it off.

MaMmon DæMon: "Ehem.

Well then, with that finally out of the way.

Since my worthless little half-sister is still alive, I presume you are willing to continue aiding me and helping me retain my right as the strongest DæMon?"

Esau nods quietly, and the hard-nosed gun for hire is suddenly more cooperative after the witch’s promise has been kept to him.

MaMmon smiles and puts the cloak hood over her curly blonde hair.

MaMmon DæMon: "Splendid!"

As she walks back to where Garmr is resting, Esau softly smiles before speed walking to catch up with his Queen.

MaMmon DæMon: "Especially since it seems a few of my sisters have abandoned all integrity and any oaths they’ve made. With others no longer seeing Skalmönd’s head as the grand trophy.

After our victory over her tomorrow, I plan on some form of direct retaliation from my covetous and indolent clan members before, during, and afterwards."

Hiding in the trees, over 100 yards away from the Erinyes (co-)Queen and her subject, MamMon waits patiently for her sister to finish their obligation.

Taking a deep inhale of fresh forest air, she seems to be getting prepared for some sort of stress.

Standing on a branch, on the opposite side of the same pine tree, a sniffling little girl’s voice indicates a DæMon has appeared out of thin air.

DeMogorgon DæMon: *sniffle* "I pray those accusations that doppelganger of yours is spouting... *sniffle* ...aren’t also your shared feelings, dear older sister."

Not surprised by the arrival of the DæMon in a Pine Tree patterned cloak, the DæMon in a Money Tree patterned cloak answers with an annoyed grimace.

MamMon DæMon: "I don’t know, my envious little sibling.

Are the accusations she spouts false, or is what she claims the unfortunate truth?"

Keeping her own hood over her head, DeMogorgon DæMon sways left to right while hanging upside down from the branch.

DeMogorgon DæMon: *sniffle* "Nnnnnoooooo...*sniffle*."

The obviously facetious answer makes a disgruntled MamMon’s head shake, blue eyes rolling under the hood of her own cloak.

MamMon DæMon: "By the way, I’ve already met your superfluous minion. She was trying to cause problems with my people within 15 hours of an important event."

Playing dumb, just like Baba Yaga, the jokester DæMon scoffs in disbelief.

DeMogorgon DæMon: "Whaaaaat? *sniffle*

I have noooo idea what you’re talking about, dear big sis."

MamMon DæMon: "And just so we’re clear, I let her off with a warning.

I told her, if she interferes with my Holmgang tomorrow, not only her, but you, along with Göll, all three of you will be reprimanded by my entire being."

DeMogorgon DæMon: "Ohhh nooooo. *sniffle*

’Stick-in-the-mud’ Herfjötur and her doppelganger will get angry with us... again.*sniffle*"

Not taking the threat seriously, DeMogorgon’s legs lose their grip on the thick branch, falling head first. Without flipping back upright, she stops her own momentum and the hooded ’child’ floats a few centimeters above the grass.

DeMogorgon DæMon: "Tell me something, big sis. *sniffle*

Why do you have to take everything so seriously?"

MamMon cracks each knuckle with her thumb, trying to not get tilted from the trickster’s deliberate vexation.

MamMon DæMon: "Because if I don’t, spawns of Loki like yourself, and the cathartic humans who resemble you, would take control of the world. Only pandering to the other disorderly, anarchical, and chiselers."

The still upside down DeMogorgon floats back up and stops with her face shrouding hood in front of the irritated, older clan member.

DeMogorgon DæMon: "*sniffle*Even as DæMons, we only have a finite time within this existence to laugh, play games, and enjoy ourselves. *sniffle*

So why not goof off every now and then?"

MamMon DæMon: "Unfortunately for all of us around ’goof-offs’, those laughs, games, and enjoyments you preach about, come at the expense of others."

DeMogorgon DæMon: "So?"

MamMon DæMon: "So... using my Nye-omnipotency to listen to the teachings of my darling Yin Vessel, I’m starting to understand what it means to achieve happiness.

Without causing physical or emotional discomfort to those who are unlucky to be around me."

A small hand from the irksome witch reaches into the dark hood and in immature fashion the adolescent sized 800+ year old is obviously picking her nose.

DeMogorgon DæMon: "Yea, you sure appear a lot more happier than I do, hahaha! *sniffle*

I bet if you had a little bit of actual fun once in a while, you wouldn’t act like you have a crowbar shoved sideways up your ass. *sniffle*"

Trying her hardest to stay calm against the disrespect, the aggravated blonde scratches deep into the tree bark with her claw-like nails.

MamMon DæMon: "Well I would rather live with a crowbar up my ass, than as the pernicious personification of pestilence."

DeMogorgon DæMon: "Aww... *sniffle*...does using big words to name-call make you feel more superior, ’Herf-Derf’?"

MamMon’s glowing blue eyes narrow within her hood shadow.

DeMogorgon DæMon: *sniffle*"You twins and Sigrdrifa are simpatico in your ideology...even though none of you will admit it."

The pissed off 3rd Wave DæMon responses through gritted teeth.

MamMon DæMon: "Do.

You.

Think.

So?"

DeMogorgon DæMon(excessive nodding): "Mhm. Mhm.

Your greed is coherent to the bothersome pride you share with that winner of the 4th Wave.*sniffle*

You criticize Göll and I for our partnership, but the relationship between the ’envious’ 5th and ’sloth’ 6th, is no different than the companionship once displayed between the greedy twins from the 3rd and the excessively prideful 4th.*sniffle*"

MamMon DæMon: "You are only tolerated by the laziest, most corner cutter out of us DæMons, because the two of you are seeking the easiest route to life’s beatitudes.

My sister and I split from Sigrdrifa to pursuit our own visions of success.

As where the two of you are compatible in the same way as cellmates serving life sentences together."

DeMogorgon DæMon: *sniffle* "That may be so, but Göll and I don’t live our lives as monotonously mundane megalomaniacs. *sniffle*

Alliterated insults aren’t as difficult to come up with, as much as you would like yourself to believe."

Taking another decompressing breath, the Erinyes (co-)Queen jumps down from her perch.

She uses the same SeiõrSpell as the smaller DæMon to prevent herself from landing hard on the ground.

To the witch’s chagrin, the pesky younger sister follows her down to the base of the pine tree.

DeMogorgon DæMon: *sniffle* "We all know, you three despots are one in the same.

Three unnaturally born creatures, just torn from different cloths. *sniffle*

If you had decided to work together, Skalmönd wouldn’t know what hit her.

But nooooo!"

Without looking at her confrontational sister, MamMon tries to walk away like she attempted while walking on the ocean, away from her other nuisance of a younger sibling.

Unfortunately, just like how AgaMeMnon followed the 3rd Wave DæMon, so does the even younger, 5th wave sister.

DeMogorgon DæMon: "Oh, by the way, have you taken a look at what Empress AgaMeMnon has been doing over there in post-Europe?"

MamMon DæMon: "As long as she stays out of my business with Skalmönd, I couldn’t care less what that extremist lunatic does.

Once I gain enough SanguineSeiõr from the populous, after saving the world from the last fully Valkyrie-blooded woman, and her ultra dangerous Yang Vessel, no amount of regional influence will matter."

DeMogorgon DæMon: "Pfft! Haha!

Yea, suuuure it won’t."