All I wanted was a quiet life, one far away from the noise and the clashing of swords and wills, one distant from the power struggles and hopeless violence. Where I could live freely from the cursed system we are all bound to, a loophole in the matrix that was the world I lived in. only to find myself become yet another cog in its plan, and another sad story the mighty might tell their children in hopes of saving them from the same fate.
Was I cursed? Forced to be bound to a world that only favored the strong, all because of a dead bloodline my family was cursed with due to the low-level blood we inherited? I couldn't tell you, but I know one thing, cultivation wasn't met for me so I abandoned it altogether. what use was it; I would always be lacking something, and what little strength I could gain would never be enough. Besides, all I wanted was to weave needle and thread through fabric. that was my cultivation my passion even. a passion, spat on by the heavens and left to wither away along with my family and village alike.
And Although Averdale was One of the few commoner towns that ran on a well-integrated power source and dated technology, it met nothing in the grand scheme of things; it just met more things for bandits to steal and use, selling all the goods and the people of that city off to the highest bidders, and unfortunately, I and my family was no exception. we thought we might have had a chance of escaping the village by sneaking through the forest, and maybe begging to board a mobile to another city but that was short-lived because before we could even think of leaving the boutique a slew of bohemish men smashed through the walls. not even bothering to use the doors, and as much as we fought to free ourselves it was futile in the end, they just ended up snatching us up and dragging us to the nearest vessels. where they had thrown us in different mobiles so I could only guess where my sisters were, but I'm sure they'd most likely been sold as concubines to whoever would have them. and given their smooth jade skin, long mains, and striking beauty. I'd imagine I lot of people would. Unfortunately, I didn't have the benefit of being ignorant of what happened to my poor mother, who died in front of me, killed by the roof of her burning boutique.
and my whereabouts? unknown. All I could tell you is currently at this moment, I was splayed out on a table and stuffed full of some mystery substance that burned as it traveled through my veins, as well as every organ in my body, as if it was lava being pump through the IV lodged in my body. I was in ruin, grief, And we’ll beyond deformed. As a man with long green flowing hair that he kept pinched up in a ponytail, and hanging down to the length of his back, Delighted himself in my torture. No amount of reasoning and persuading would even begin to appeal to him; he was deranged that much was proven by the many stitches and scars that decorated his pale skin. A clear indicator that even he wasn’t exempt from his experimentation.
He was a demon from the Under curve; if I had ever seen one, he had to be such cruelty could only be done by a demon. Day after day people would die, become deformed, and wither away from the disgusting black liquid he injected in every one of us every single day. For what reason? I couldn’t tell you. what I do know is that failing to intake the toxins would kill you are leave you unrecognizably deformed.
and if you ended up the former, you'd most likely be sent to be eaten alive in the forest of dread before being promptly replaced with yet another slave. It was horrid. Most slaves would leave looking beastly by the time they were finally discarded. the most recent became I Giant Mass of flesh and disfigured limbs that lay in place I couldn’t even identify due to how far they strayed from the previous humanoid form they possessed about a month ago, it was disgusting. I would have vomited if it wasn’t for the tube shoved down my throat, threatening to claim my life if I even dry heaped, which I was at the threat of doing countless times before. I had first-hand experience witnessing someone die from performing that very action, and for whatever reason, I did my best not to follow suit. I wanted to make it out of this alive.
Given my current condition, any person in their right mind might want the release of death. As humanoid as I looked, for the most part, the normalities were few. My flesh was so thin that the slightest graze was capable of breaking the skin, I was a bright pinkish red all over from irritation, and I was swollen from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. If I wasn’t hooked up to an oxygen machine at the moment, I’d probably die from suffocation due to how swollen my throat was. If that wasn’t bad enough, huge pulsing black veins encased my full body entirely. I looked like a big humanoid tumor with eyes and a mouth, and I had a front-row seat in the progression of my ruin due to the green-headed demon’s twisted idea of having the ceiling of the room fully encased in mirrors.
The sensation I was feeling at the moment was the worst of it. the constant feeling of irritation and burning all over, as if someone had shredded off all my skin and dipped me in the purest of salt they could find, as they carefully rubbed it in for added effect. It was awful and constant. The only change I felt was whenever the sensation would grow in more intensity, whatever we were being injected with was actively causing our bodies to aggressively fight against it in ways that they shouldn’t be able to. especially given the fact the demon only worked on humans in the 1st stage, so it should downright be impossible. the most surprising part of this is the fact that I've lasted this long, I don’t know how long that is honestly, we don’t have clocks or phones at our disposal, but I can tell it had to be around months if not years.
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I don’t know how much more I can take, but the thought of seeing my beautiful sister, if only just one more time, Is the only thing keeping me sane. I fear seeing one of them strapped to one of these stretchers every time he rotates out yet another dead slave, but to be truthful it’s possible they could have been here and died in the first and second rounds of experimentation.
I’ve been in five different testing rooms, this one being the fifth, and in all of them, I was being injected with something new, all with different side effects and deformities of their own doing. The first is where I developed these nasty veins; the second, my body and flesh grew weaker and paler; the third, I grew welts and cysts ( one of the only side effects that went away after a while). At the same time, the fourth one made me grow inflamed and irritated all over. the current one has me almost superhumanly feverish while overworking my immune system and enhancing it. But from the chatter I heard from the demon responsible for my current condition, I was almost ready for something called the compression stage, which was the last part of my experimentation, before they put me under and bonded me to a slave contract.
I dreaded the idea of being forced to do the bidding of this evil green-haired devil. But what choice did I have? I was weak, powerless even a cursed soul, bound to a bloodline with limitations and an extremely low ascension rate. I was useless, and if whatever was happening to me could help that, it would not be by a big margin; it wasn’t even guaranteed it would help me at all. so what else could I be but a slave to the demon who tortured me? I can only hope that I’d live long enough to be able to see at least my sisters and maybe even hold a needle once again.
It is all I truly wanted in life; it is my only dream. A happy thought to escape in to lessen the agony I was in. It did its job if only a little; if I could, I’d probably be screaming right now, but my voice was one of the first things to go. I screamed so much I lost it, but I doubt I’d be able to, given the swelling I’m experiencing and the large tub in my throat. so I’ll dream, hope, and pray with all I have, and hopefully one day. I’ll be free.
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An abomination of humanoid beings, laid in a huge 9-meter-long and wide tank, deeply unconscious and disfigured beyond the point of humanly possible, resembling an inflamed balled beast made of an amalgamation of cancerous tumors. Floating about in a blue liquid that was too light to be water but way too thick to be air. Outside of the tank, in a room full of wires and screens splayed on most of the walls, stood a man observing the beast in the metal tank and various other rooms, with more ruined being all disfigured in one way or another, as he slammed away on the keyboards below the monitors.
“This has to be it I can’t stomach any more failure, I need results. I’m running out of time,” spouted the green-haired man as he frantically pressed away on the many buttons and keyboards below the mess of screens And wires. “I can’t wait another 6 years on this shit; one of these trash slaves needs to give some results,” The man then pulled up a picture of what the ruined being in the tank looked like before his various experiments as he dotted down and went threw his notes of the specimen in question. comparing and contrasting the many changes, as he marked and x away at some of his many hypotheses.
“To think, this one retained some semblance of a humanoid shape. hopefully, that means after the compression process he’ll go back to his farmer slender and feminine physique. The Lord loves the pretty ones; if only I could keep him for myself. hopefully, he's not the only pretty out of the ten to successfully compress,” said the man as he finished up his last bit of contrasting. “OK, that should be enough. so far most of my predictions were wrong, but that’s not a bad thing. if I’m being honest, this one’s the one I was the most pessimistic about. To think that Indeath made it this far. they usually don’t make it past the first stage if I wasn’t so desperate I would have just made him a concubine or laborer. To think he’d be so successful, now all he needs to do is pass one last test, do me proud. pretty boy.”
The green-haired man then typed in a four-digit code, and a metal hatch sprung open, unveiling a big red button that he pressed with all the theatrics of a renowned actor in the theater. The tank then started to flicker, ring, and steam as the liquid inside glowed with a radiant brightness comparable to that of a shining star. As it did, the being inside began to morph and contort, reshaping and transforming into something new as the man by the screen stared in awe and amazement. “This is unseen, this is the so-called metamorphosis people train for years and decades to even come close to experiencing. How is he, a first stage of all things experiencing it? The most that is supposed to happen is a little light show and some healing, so why is it that his very DNA seems to be reconstructed along with his entire anatomy?” said the man as he prepared himself to open the door of the tank the said being was in.
In an hour, the being in the contraption was no longer a mass of cancerous flesh, inflation, and peeling skin that was coming off in chunks. In the tank lay an almost divinely beautiful man with a slender toned figure most would drool over, and drool indeed is what the man was looking at the screen did. Readying himself to press the button that springs the door open, before taking a glance at his brain waves and finding the beauty splayed about the floor in the tank to be “inclusive!!!!” he said as he dramatically sprung the door open, only to find a complete brain dead beauty laying there as they drooled and stared off in a daze. “Shit, another failure,” he said as he pulled out a little metal bud from his pocket, placed it in his ear, and taped at it, causing his eyes to glow slightly for a split second with a blue hue, which felt foreign, giving his eyes were a dark brown color.
“Get in here and throw this one in the forest,” he said while speaking into a holographic mic icon in front of his mouth. “I’ll be there in 10,” said a voice through the buds in his ear. “Make it five, and feed him to some beast with a high poison tolerance. We can’t risk anyone finding any evidence of this, you understand.”
“got it boss no problem, I’m on my way now,” said the man, while what sounded like starting up an engine.
