Test subject no.17. Female child. Body functions completely shut down, a large area of skin discoloration, severe visceral pain. Cause Of Death: loss of blood.
Upon seeing subject no.17 in coma, subject no. 14 (adult male) resisted violently before being forcibly impeded, which resulted in the cessation of the experiment. Current conclusion: The sickness contains an unknown symptom that can induce unpredictable pathological skin mutation. Observed and frequently occurring purplish bluish stripes, spreading throughout the entire body of the infected. More tests are needed to identify the pattern of said mutations. The infection remains uncured, might require use of magic.
He covered another dead body with a dark cloth, and a slight moan of disappointment escaped his throat. He pulled down a lever, shutting down the entire system. His greatest achievement remained to be his laboratory, apart from the improvements he made to his own body. The whole facility was placed underground in a long forgotten system of ruins, having tunnels with access to every District. One could say it was stretching under the entire Kingdom.
Asmoday wasn't scared of using ancient technology, that other wolves redeemed unusable or dangerous. Thanks to this, his laboratory remained unique, impossible to recreate. It was composed of three levels, each responsible for different aspects of his research. The main lab was located the highest of the three divisions, and was his main area of his activity. This level also held living test subjects locked in cells. Most of them were orphans, or criminals, due to the fact that nobody would care if they died. Occasionally, wolves would voluntarily offer themselves to Asmoday. Mainly, his experiments consisted of injecting a special type of energy into the test subjects and observe their reaction.
For such a big facility, only 3 staff ran the place. Asmoday himself and Eden with Benares, his faithful followers. They had lost faith in their own deities long ago, so he became their God. Helping him to keep the test subjects alive and pursue his goal, they were crucial to his plans. He never had to fear their opposition or hesitation, as he had deprived them of their free will. They were aware that eventually Asmoday would have to dispose of them as well, but they accepted it, like they were waiting for that.
"How many are left?" he asked, directing his question to males who stood a few steps away.
"Three, Master. What's worse, the essence also seems to running out, and two generators have been shut down." Benares spoke, bowing low before his leader.
"Monitor the subjects and discontinue injections. If no changes occur, we will change the formula." his voice was cold and dull, but there was a hint of dissatisfaction.
He felt like he was chasing his own tail. He had observed nothing new for weeks, all he could see was death and torment. Even the life expectancy of the infected remained relatively the same. Maybe he should acquire more mature patients, or those that had more trained magical abilities. He had some doubts about such options and, in reality, had never considered them before. These are much harder to come by, they usually have their place in society and their disappearance would never go unnoticed. He could not afford to put his research in jeopardy by messing with the law again. In theory, he could try to convince someone to voluntarily submit to the experiments, but he already knew the attitude of others towards his research. They could never comprehend his noble goal, his sublime devotion, his honorable dedication. Mortals were sinfully foolish, ostracizing him, calling him a criminal and considering him as irredeemable without looking at the bigger picture. If only he could let the world see existence through his eyes, he would be titled a savior. However, despite all insults, he did not plan to give up. He couldn't possibly let go, that was his destiny, he was born to guide mortals to the better world. He was blessed with knowledge unattainable to others. Asmoday knew all sins of the world, and it was his fate, even if he knew he would bring upon himself a doom. It was a price he had to pay to make a better world, the promised land.
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