Demonic Cult’s Super Secret Lair
The clicking of heels could be heard echoing in the corridor as a scientist walked down the hallway looking at his clipboard. The man wore a white coat with a shiny badge labeling him as Head Scientist #42. Beneath his coat was a tightly fit shirt and pants made out of a reflective black material. The outfit was originally all white, however after several scientists were ripped apart or melted, a more ‘sturdy’ material was requested. He was constantly muttering to himself as he flipped through the pages attached to his clipboard. This continued for some time till he approached a dead end to the corridor. Just as he reached the dead end, the walls in front of him slid out of his way with a ‘whoosh’.
From the now open doorway, mist could be seen rolling out from the doorway and onto the floor. Walking through the mist he entered a large room with metallic walls and flooring. If one looked down they would make out a symbol ₳/₵ carved onto the entire floor, a rune which caused the ever present chill and mist in the room. Spread throughout the metallic room were several large glass tubes containing floating figures suspended in a green liquid.
Taking out a quill from within his coat, #42 quickly walked up to each tube to take notes on the figures inside. As he approached the figure inside became increasingly clear through the murky green liquid. The figure was a man with the head of a falcon and wings extending from his back. Tubes of various sizes were connected to the man throughout his body. These tubes provided sustenance to this artificial life until it was mature enough to sustain itself. #42’s job was to track the progress of these experiments.
In brisk succession, he continued through the room going to each individual tube containing various monstrosities. A female whose lower half and head was that of a spider notorious for its alluring beauty that has caused many of #42’s predecessors to lose their heads. An ever shifting black slime that could take over other organisms. Once a scientist entered only for it to take over, this led to several teams being killed before it was subdued. A resounding success, if only #35 had survived the ordeal to give us a first hand account. A large man with the head of a boar and chiseled muscles throughout its body. The first of its kind when woken up quickly took a liking to the maze like passageways of the evil lair. It killed all it came across and spread a miasma of confusion. It was rumored to wander the abandoned passageways until #38 happened upon it. I can now confidently confirm it still walks the abandoned passageways to this day… unlike #38. A massive dog with three heads easily twice the height of #42. A complete failure for all it did was guard the first door it found. Unfortunately for #39 to #41, they became the dog’s chew toys before it could be recouped during its nap. We once had a lion with the head and wings of an eagle, although mostly harmless it now inhabits the top most layer of the evil lair alongside its numerous offsprings. #33 has been a janitor ever since accidentally releasing them. They shit everywhere…
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And finally a small vibrant pink egg with cute yellow runes across its surface. Not much is known about this egg but #42 is eagerly looking forward to the day it hatches. Hopefully while he is holding it to get an even better look at what will come out.
After checking on all but one tube, #42 put his clipboard away in his white coat and walked towards the last remaining tube.
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Cute Pink Egg
Foolish mortals, attempting to control a being as great as We. We are above such simple beings locked to this plane of reality. They may have trapped Us while We were in our deepest slumber, but We have since made the mortals pay dearly for their impudent actions. They attempt to control powers beyond their grasp using the knowledge left by those insolent Demons. We merely had to use our incorporeal tendrils to phase through our prison and poison the minds and souls for their experiments. This cage may yet prevent Our ethereal self from leaving, but We shall plague the souls of all that are involved in this great one’s entrapment. Beware those of the Demonic Cult for you have insulted and dishonored your better. All those who do not know their place and have made a mockery of Us will pay.
The head mortal walked over to their newest project. They are planning to awaken the new creature but as We have declared, this creature will not be their success. We quickly sent Our immaterial tendril over to metaphysically pierce the experiment’s head. Rearranging the mind of a lesser creature is a simple task for superior beings such as Us. In contact with the creature’s head I was met by a mass of incoherent ideas, images, and countless languages. Wait… this feeble creature has already been broken. But what did they do to create such a monstrosity of soul and mind? We withdrew Our tendril from the mind which was almost like an echo sounding out through time and space. We wondered what halfwit fool created this utter failure with no assistance from Us.
We looked on using Our godly perspective as the head mortal placed his stubby tendrils on the side of the tube. The container released a burst of air and liquid as the twisted creature’s body flopped lifelessly onto the floor. The mechanical tendrils that sustained this failure snapped off the back of the creature as it fell out. The poor miscarrage was then subjected to the traditional Cultist method of rousal ‘shock prodding’. The head mortal used his trusted 2 pronged metal rod to stab and transfer an electrical current to the lifeless body on the floor. Life is misery for such a warped creature, but worry not broken one for We are here. Reaching into the abyss, We influenced the spilled liquid to coagulate under the head motal’s feet.
The Cultist lacked even the simplest perception as Our actions went unnoticed. The fool increased the voltage of his metal rod as he continued to zap the dead body. As the liquid gathered the foolish mortal ultimately shocked himself in the process. The head mortal’s body dropped to join the miserable creature's body on the floor. The two lowly physical beings twitched uncontrollably as their sparks of life threatened to leave this plane of existence.
Our righteous punishment has befell Our captor. Let none question Our magnanimity.