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 become yet another cog in its plan and yet another sad story someone mighty tell to 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. Lost without the tools to attain strength, unable to bend and mold the world to my will like those who were strong could, no talent, no power, no strength. all because of a dead bloodline. one my family was cursed with due to the low-level blood we inherited, leaving me not capable of gaining power past the second stage. So I abandoned cultivation altogether, thinking what use was it; I would always be lacking something; what little strength I could gain would have never been enough; besides, all I wanted was to weave needle and thread through the fabric; that was my cultivation; that was my passion, but my passion was spat on by the gods and left to whether away along with my family and village alike.
All I worked for, all I loved, all I was gone in minutes. A village in the 7th district of the planet of Athens, which I called my home, was destroyed. Before its fall, it was a beautiful village full of lovely people and well-structured homes, and all varying in appearance, unlike the uniformly advanced sleek metal homes and buildings the rest of the world was used to.
Averdale One of the few commoner towns that ran on a well-integrated power source and dated technology, but it met nothing in the grand scheme of things; it just met more things for bandits to steal and use, as they sold the things, and the people of that city off to the highest bidders, and unfortunately the one thing my family was blessed with was Beauty so I could only imagine my 3 sisters I loved with all my heart: had been sold, unfortunately I didn't have the benefit of being ignorant to what happened to my poor mother who died in front of me, killed by the roof of her own burning boutique.
And here I was being poked and prodded, splayed out on a table, and stuffed full of some mystery substance that burned as it seeped into my veins, soaked into my skin, and coated my organs with its burning embrace. I was in ruin, grief, And we’ll be beyond deformed. A man with long, green flowing hair that he kept pinched up in a ponytail that hung down to the length of his back. Delighted himself in my torture. No amount of reasoning and pleasuring would even begin to appeal to him; he was obviously 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 that could only be done by a demon who did not lay claim to the natural world. Day after day, people would die, become deformed, and wither away from the disgusting black liquid he injected in every one of us every day. For what reason, I couldn’t tell you. I just know a huge tank lay in the middle of the room we lay in, along with four stretchers that surrounded it. Every time one of us would die or become incapablem of taking any more of that vile substance he inserted in our veins via IVs.
he’d send them to be dumped in the forest of dread before replacing them with yet another slave. It was horrid. Most slaves would leave looking unrecognizable 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 threat of countless times before. I had first-hand experience witnessing someone die from performing that very action, and for whatever reason, I was set on making it out of this alive.
Given my current condition, any person in their right mind might want the release of death right about now. I was still very humanoid for the most part, but that's where the normalites ended, my flesh was so thin that the slightest graze was capable of breaking the skin; I was bright pinkish and red all over from inflammation, 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 all my airways being completely swollen, to an inhuman degree. 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 ideal of having the ceiling of the room we were in 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 all at once 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, and he tended to only work on humans in the 1st stage, so it should downright be impossible, and for whatever reason I’ve been the only subject to last 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 that is keeping me sane every day. I fear seeing one of them strapped to on 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 all 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). While the fourth one made me grow inflamed and irritated all over. My current one has me almost superhumanly feverish while not only overworking my immune system but also 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 a extremely low max on how powerful I was capable of ever becoming. I was useless, and if whatever was happening to me could help that, it would most likely 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 at least see 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.
█▓▒▒░░░2 years later░░░▒▒▓█
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. on the opposite side of the tank stood a man Observing him on a monitor, which lay in a room of various wires and tubes all through it and the floors, and a metal tank dead center of all the mess, flickering with green, red, and blue light dinging about and echoing off the walls in the very empty room that seemed to only exist for whatever strange contraption the ruined being was now floating in. 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,” spotted 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, well, I’ll just see how many out of the ten successfully compresses,” 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 and 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 known as the man by the screen stared in awe and amazement. “This is unseen; this is a metamorphosis; people train for years and decades to even come close to experiencing one. How is he, and the 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 cave was no longer a mass of irradiated flesh, inflation, and peeling skin that was coming off in chunks. In there 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, only to, from a glance at his brain waves, find 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.