Southern Laboratory [MAIN LAB]

[Sadistic Sess]

A laboratory deep beneath the earth which has existed since before earth's demise.
It is the only lab he has that has been able to maintain the peak of technology.
There are a few entrances and exits somewhere within it's complex interior.
It can not be entered forcefully as the scientist has kept his security tight
with the forgotten technology unknown to most of earth's residence.

This lab is powered by numerous elements from sunlight, hard labour to demonic powers.

 

[Sadistic Sess]

A sharp narrow white eye pierced through the candle lit stone room and stared ahead at a struggling demi-human who was suspended in the air by chained wrists. The cold scientist watched calmly as a couple of his horned faceless creatures whipped the subject from all angles of his ripped up body with their lanky thin fingers that fell a meter long, the blank white creatures were tall and anorexic looking as they silently obeyed the command of inflicting pain onto their Master's experiment. Volithious didn't miss a single detail, with each slow blink came the stroke of his pen as he jotted notes on his clipboard in cursive writing.

Chains rattled with the sweet sound of heavy gags and painful coughing as the subject cried out in pain from the whips and occasional punches. The nude man shivered uncontrollably in his restraints with blood dripping down his lashed up and bruised body, sobbing blue eyes looked over at the scientist watching him and Volithious slowly grew a small smirk on the corner of his lip. "Harder." his deep seductive voice made the horned creatures freeze for a split second to listen to the command. Vol saw the delightful terror in the Elven-human's hopeless eyes which broke away from any hope of mercy from the sadistic demand and fresh screams bit into the air as the white beasts snapped back into action and struck with even more ferocity. "Hmm.." Vol lightly pondered at the results he was getting and flicked his eyes down at his notes to quickly summarize the session. A heavy sigh passed his lips. He'd seen enough. With the snap of his white gloved fingers, the creatures froze in whatever position they were in like statues mid strike.

Vol clicked the high heels of his shined boots along the floor as he approached the heavy panting man who was a broken crimson mess. He placed his clipboard into one of the faceless' hands then turned his attention back to the main subject at hand. With a calculating gaze, he cocked his head slightly and took a closer look, causing a few strands of his raven hair to slip across his hueless gaze in his ponder. It seems this subject was only able to receive pain from the abuse and nothing mutated inside. Shame, looks to be another failure of mixed genetic transfers. A rubber finger traced up along one of the deep bloody gashes which made the half dazed man jolt to attention and arch back his head. The scientist slowly scanned his gaze around as he circled his latest test subject; analyzing every part of him, breathing in the scents of fear and blood, feeling the aura of trapped powers screaming to save their bleeding host. As he did this, he pried fingers along fresh wounds to get a whimper or hiss in response-- just a small habit.

He halted behind the halfbreed and lowered the chain with a signal to make the man fall to his knees. Volithious leaned forward until his lips were close to the elven ear and he oozed his icy voice down it "Subject L-Beta-39, you are a failure." He slithered his hands along the elve's shoulders and caged them around the bruised neck gently "Die." his cold displeased voice burned along the man's ear as he slowly tightened his grip and choked the specimen who made degrading and desperate sounds against the killing hands.

The Elf barely managed to squeak out a pleading voice between gasps in his dying breath as he begged for Vol to stop, but the scientist no longer paid him any attention or gave a single ********. This failure was now merely trash that needed to be disposed of, a useless and unwanted specimen has no reason to exist, and most certainly was not going to waste anymore of the scientists time.

The failure soon died and fell limp. Vol pulled away and peeled off his blood soaked gloves as he took ahold of his notes again. He made his way towards the exit and threw the gloves in a glove bin bear the door on the wall. He stopped before leaving and turned his head back at the statues "Feed." he commanded and the horned beasts revived movement, only this time they were less jagged and more slithery; their whip like fingers thickened and began to ooze a slippery substance and move like tentacles, the blank faces slowly cracked open into a large mouth of shark teeth. The white creatures slinked over to the corpse and their tentacles wrapped around it, soaking up the blood and preparing to dive deeper into their meal.

The scientist closed to door behind him and washed his hands of this annoyance. He hated failing, but he never got riled up about it, it was all a part of new science and discovery. He walked down the white corridors with his white long coat flowing behind him. Everywhere was lit brightly by the ceiling lights, completely different from the old fashioned torture room he was just in. He walked he passed the occasional faceless, or as he calls them "Voids" which stood waiting for a purpose and blending with the clean walls. If it wasn't for their dark curved horns on their heads, they would be hard to see against all the white.


Sometime later, Volithious was now sitting in his central control room in his main lab and checking over his computers and systems. His slender fingers typed like they were possessed, writing perfect codes and updates for his softwares while also multitasking and overlooking his camera feeds. Everything was running smoothly, all labs under control and organization perfect. This was how he liked it to be, neatly running his controlled lifestyle and learning new facts, data and creations. Oh~ it was times like this when the scientist got a little giddy with himself, feeling like a god in his own way.

Something caught his attention and he stopped typing. He focused on one of his cameras and enhanced it. His white eyes glowed with anticipation. Wonderful, looks like his other creations were now prepped and ready. A long grin stretched on his light grey face "Now then... Let's see how you handle these new toys, dear St.Vier." a playful tone played on his lips as he momentarily relished in some old memories.
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>Next stop "Guilty Pleasure"<









»Mood: Displeased/Giddy.
»Location: Southern Lab - Control Room.
»Busy with: Finishing lab checkups and updates.
»His Property/Slaves: N/A.
»OOC: There we go, first post is here.

 

[Sadistic Sess]

The moment the mental call with Vol was cut off, Svante clicked his tongue and glared narrow crimson eyes at the monitors displaying his Master's live readings which were at very critical points. "This is bloody absurd!" he protested in a momentary display of anger before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "Why must he be such a fool when it concerns that creature?" the pale man rubbed a middle finger between his eyes and turned away. He soon opened them again to look at the standing figure in the middle of the control room; it was tall, covered in a black dusty torn cloak and bandaged up with materials and chains. This thing usually stalked Volithious's shadow but it had decided to stick around in the immortal's labs sometimes for whatever reason.

Svante cocked his head as he approached the silent creature and poked the thing in its chest "You should have gone with him at least you useless statue" the unresponsive thing had not moved an inch from its position since Vol left for his meeting, it just stood there seemingly breathing without a sound. As far as Svante had known Volithious, this thing had always been lurking behind him most of the time and it reacted to nothing except for its clinginess to stalk the old scientist. It was such an utterly pointless existence as far as Svante was concerned, it had no purpose at all. There was no point talking to it but still that small itch to one day witness some sort of response from it was what compelled the white scientist to keep trying.

The white scientist left the control room and made his way to the docking hall.

(Part 1/3)






»Mood: Aggitated.
»Location: Southern Lab - Control Room.
»Busy with: Accepting orders.
»OOC: ////