Epilogue
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It seeped out of its womb, thick and raw, an organism of liquid oxygen that writhed, gaining mass gradually with each passing second as it greedily made the surrounding atmosphere its own. But it was a failure.
It slunk out of its womb, leathery and dark, twelve dozen appendages stretching outwards as its sac-like main body twisted, bulged, expanding as its spherical ‘children’ matured rapidly within. But it was a failure.
It crawled out of its womb, a heresy and a blasphemy, a being that even demons would consider taboo, a demented chimera frankensteined into glorious undeath that spewed miasma and flame. But it was a failure.
They were all failures, little more than mindless submonsters that would offer up their lives if he commanded it. No greater mind, no greater purpose, no greater desire. In such regards, no matter how terrible they were, how fiendish they were, how unfair they were, they were naught but worker drones, suicide soldiers, disposable and discardable.
And he had plenty of those already.
A breath. A sigh. A gauntleted hand pressed against a masked face.
Then, a smile.
One of the lights in the room blinked out.
“So Unit 731=Zomoch finally found a way out, hm? My my my, if only my other creations were quite as virile.”
A deep chuckle emanated from the mechanical silhouette, before an array of tools, like the hidden weapons of an assassin, emerged from his once empty hands. Scalpels, drills, scissors, torches, syringes, screwdrivers, chisels. So that was the line, was it? Sentience gained through a forcibly linked mind? Intelligence through osmosis?
“Perhaps I’ll offer something to Shulgana after all.”
A small, furry creature, immortal in constitution and peerless in gluttony, rubbed its soft quills against his face, traces of red still lingering on its hide.
“No, no, not yet. Not until they’ve proven unsuitable.”
And with that, the man began his grim task again.
Break bone. Ruin flesh. Salt Sodom. Extract life. Consume light.
Today’s materials then, will be Samuel Saito, Daisy Jenkins, Arctodus Ursae, Rayvil Zahark, and Anna Fischer.
Oh, these adventurers, filled with otherworldly knowledge and improbably constitution, truly were a blessing for a scientist such as himself!
“Raina Raythean…Freya Eleria…Lucille Cavaliere…Eli Leone…Tomomi Hiraku…Isao Yukimura…”
Cut. Sew. Weld. Puncture. Dissolve. Dissect.
With their names in one hand and their memories in another, the Absolver of Nidhogg carved away, weaving between the boundary of life and death over and over and over and…
Some people did not enjoy loose ends.
Some people cared enough to invade privacy.
Some people wanted to dig deep, as deep as they possibly could.
So some people searched for ‘Trisha Langley’, scouring through online news sites to see if anything had been reported about her.
But it was too early an incident. Too small an incident. Too tragic, yet too personal an incident.
They found a page.
A Facebook page.
“In Memoriam of Trisha Langley.
May she rest with the Angels now.”
A status message.
The last status message.
Dated…
Three months back.
Thus, there was the question.
What exactly did they save?