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gigadevilbreaker) wrote2025-05-11 01:22 pm
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gigadevilbreaker) wrote2025-05-11 01:22 pm
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Experimentation
A████ is flung back, through a spray of shattered glass as you advance on him. The asshole should be quaking in his boots, but instead any fear of you is diverted into utter astonishment at your glowing right arm. "Tha-tha-tha-that's demonic power!" He points at it wildly, stuttering as he backs away. "How can it be...?!"
God, he's annoying. Not to mention your freakish limb isn't what you came here for. You cast a glance over at his massive, hidden laboratory and snap, "Look who's talking, jackass. Answer my question--" And just so he gets the point, you thrust your sword at his throat - so he's motivated to talk. "What the hell is going on here?!"
He's quiet for a moment, before... turning his attention to your arm again, completely ignoring your threat. With awe and disgusting levels of creep, he starts gravitating towards it. "How profound...! It's magnificent!"
Tch. "Okay, did you even hear me?!" Impatient, you swing your sword-- only for him to stop it with his fingers. What--? You push back, but somehow this scientist is able to stop your blade handily.
With that disgusting know-it-all-voice, he starts, "If you want answers, then I shall give them to you."
You withdraw your sword, but A████ keeps advancing on you with that gross look in his eyes - you keep back, still putting Red Queen between you and him.
His voice drips with fanaticism. "It has only been a few years since I began this research... Could we isolate and bind demonic power, it would enable use to conquer the world! And that, that is the wish of His Holiness!"
...Does he actually expect you to believe this? Putting aside the absurd levels of villainy behind this world domination plan, all this technology didn't amount to shit right now. The supposed head of this grand, secret scheme had his brains splattered all over the cathedral floor.
"What a crock... And you may as well ditch the efforts pal, because His Holiness is dead."
Undeterred, A████ spreads his arms in a grand gesture. Waxing poetic about this insane scheme. "Ahhh, but His Holiness has been reborn. As an angel!"
You echo, incredulous. "An angel...?"
Bowing before you, he promises, "And soon, soon... so shall I."
You catch only a split second of his intent before, out of nowhere, his armoured 'angels' skewer you to the wall. You scream, impaled straight through on a lance - and as one is ripped from your torso, two more crucify you. Pinned, helpless, like a bleeding bug on a needle.
That sick motherfucker glows with pride over his Bianco Angelos, hovering at his command. "See what just a small fraction of my research has yielded? Look! How beautiful this white armour stands! You have no idea the hardship to make just one armour come to life. I had to capture and control countless demons to harness their souls. Summoning them alone was almost an insurmountable task!"
With what little strength you have, you lift your head and hiss, "Summoning...? So it was you... who made the gate!?"
Excitably, he crows, clearly starving for an audience for his 'genius'. "Yes, yes, the Hellgate! I created it merely as a, reference-- in substitution for the real Gate. But, after utilizing an extremely powerful Devil's Arm, it proved sufficient."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
With disdain, he scoffs - realizing you have no appreciation for his demonic theory. Holding his hand out, he summons a Gladius to him-- "You should rest..."
--and stabs you through the chest, with a blade wide enough to cut you from sternum to pelvis. It's all you can do to even cling to life as your bones and organs split apart, filling your throat - you cry out, but it's more blood than sound that comes out of you.
"Soon, you shall be my next subject of experimentation - so that I can learn a little something from you... and that arm."