Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 107: Horsemen I

Hexamore Continent

Sector 77, Ioda Empire, Ioda City, Ioda

H.A.D.E.S. Underground Research Institution

January 6th, 1782, Sunday, 5:30 AM

The buzz of equipment permeated the antiseptic, brilliantly illuminated laboratory. Dr. Lawson, a man in his early fifties with thinning gray hair and steely blue eyes, carefully arranged the apparatus for the day’s experiment. His white lab coat was spotless, contrasting dramatically with the negative feelings he had about his job.

In the center of the room, shackled to a metal table, was a small child identified only as #981. Under the intense lights, his flawless complexion appeared pale, almost transparent, and his wide eyes revealed a profound, unspoken anxiety. A little, floating black crown over his head glowed faintly and ominously.

Dr. Lawson looked at the youngster and then at his boss, Sigma-C, a severe figure who commanded respect. Only his keen, piercing eyes were visible behind the shade of his hood, and his features were veiled, lending an aura of mystery and terror.

"Sir."

Dr. Lawson started to speak to his boss, his voice calm and professional.

"The boy’s crown emits a unique form of ultraviolet (UV) radiation. This radiation, while obviously invisible to the human eye, and some of our systems, has been found to greatly boost physical strength and overall power in individuals who are exposed to it."

Sigma-C raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued.

"Invisible, you say? How did you confirm this?"

Dr. Lawson nodded, a hint of pride in his voice.

"Yes, Sir. While humans cannot see the radiation, animals that can detect various wavelengths of light become frantic when exposed to the boy’s crown. Further investigation showed signs of dark matter in the radiated radiation. This implies a contact with undiscovered particles, which enhances the effects."

Sigma-C’s eyes narrowed slightly, the only visible reaction on his otherwise concealed face.

"And what of the amplification process?"

His voice was calm but carried a weight that demanded thoroughness.

Dr. Lawson turned to the complex machinery surrounding #981.

"When the boy experiences heightened emotions, he produces a special hormone unique to him that we dubbed as ’Nocturnin.’ The crown absorbs this hormone and amplifies it greatly. Our data reveal that this method improves his already significant empowering effect which was a total of 50 times."

"But we recently discovered if put under immense stress either physical or mental; the crown under the influence of #981 Nocturin, his already significant booster increases by a total of three times, making the inducement under its light become 150 times stronger, in layman term he can make an F into a D when this hormone is involved."

With a curt nod, Sigma-C gestured for the experiment to proceed.

"Show me."

He said simply.

"Of course."

With those words said, Dr. Lawson turned on the machines, and the whirring became louder as it linked to the electrodes on the boy’s skin. #981 flinched, his eyes wide open in dread.

"Please, no! Not again!"

He begged, his voice trembling.

"I’ll do anything, just don’t hurt me!"

A technician flipped a dial, and the boy’s body convulsed as electrical currents flowed through him. His shouts reverberated across the room, a frightening sound that appeared to ricochet off the antiseptic walls.

"Begin the pain stimulus!"

The Dr. Shouted.

Dr. Lawson ordered, his voice cold and detached.

"AWWGHHHHHAHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!....

The voice of the young boy was so strong it began to shake the entire facility, as even the power behind his screams was being amplified due to the crown.

"The crown’s power is amplifying as you see."

Sigma-C looked at the sight with wide eyes, meanwhile, the Dr. looked at the assistant who was also in the room observing the situation as he asked.

"How is the implication going?"

A female Dr. said almost exotically as if amazed by the sight before her.

"His strength has risen remarkably. Subject #981’s Nocturnin levels are quickly increasing; based on these calculations, his level is equal to that of a C-rank: Category 2: Superhuman Sir."

After those words were said, Sigma-C observed with a detached fascination.

"Good, now then show me what I really came here for, I want to see the effects on other superhumans?"

He asked, his tone probing yet controlled.

Dr. Lawson motioned to a separate containment area where several superhuman subjects with various abilities were confined.

"Let’s observe."

The machine’s output was directed towards the confinement area, and the superhumans responded right away. One, having the capacity to create fire, burst into a raging inferno, his strength multiplied to unmanageable proportions. Another, who could control metal, became overwhelmed by the rapid increase in his abilities, causing the metal around him to distort and twist violently.

"Extraordinary!!"

Sigma-C murmured a hint of awe in his voice.

"The boy’s power can exponentially enhance others to such a degree, this is quite the monstrous ability indeed, one with this kind of power is fit to be a leader, given its AOE."

Dr. Lawson continued to monitor #981, whose screams had subsided into broken sobs. His body trembled, and the black crown above his head pulsed rhythmically.

"The pain and emotional distress are critical for maximum output."

Dr. Lawson explained.

"The more he suffers, the more intense the amplification. You would think this power is sadistic, but it is not, like a turtle and its shell, it is a self-defense mechanism that kicks in whenever he is in a corner or near death, and his current implication is insufficient to get him out of the situation he has found himself in, truly an amazing ability indeed."

Sigma-C nodded, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Excellent!! Continue the experiment. We need to understand the limits of this power."

Dr. Lawson paused for a while, looking at the damaged child on the table. With a defeated sigh, he nodded.

"As you wish, sir."

Sigma-C moved slightly, his cloak flowing with the movement, forming a shadow that appeared to engulf the light surrounding him.

"Remember, Dr. Lawson."

He continued quietly.

"This knowledge and these experiments are invaluable, don’t let emotions cloud your judgment."

"Understood, sir."

And so the tests continued for years, with Zakcry suffering nothing but misery at the hands of H.A.D.E.S. malicious hands. Every time he demonstrated something new, the treatment worsened, naturally to avoid even more pain, he disguised any new development he made. Fortunately, his power was one of the most difficult to detect any substantial shift in, which was a benefit for him. Naturally, more intimate secrets lead to more deeper ones.

And his passive-enhanced senses were exactly what allowed him to see how messed up this place was.

Hexamore Continent

Sector 77, Ioda Empire, Ioda City, Ioda

H.A.D.E.S. Underground Research Institution

February 4th, 1784, Saturday, 2:30 AM

The pale glimmer of the overhead lights flickered as the H.A.D.E.S. Underground Research Institution resumed its unrelenting work. In a chamber deep under the facility’s surface, #981, awoke from a restless slumber. The soundproof walls of his chambers, thankfully each superhuman got their own room, but it did nothing to muffle the terrible sounds that echoed throughout the night.

His senses, enhanced by his increasing abilities, enabled him to detect even the slightest of sounds from below. The walls became translucent to him, not literally, but due to the vivid clarity of his increased awareness. What he saw and heard was very disturbing: a succession of discussions and mechanical noises that indicated something unsettling was going on.

Driven by uneasy curiosity and a growing fear, #981 got out of his bed. His movements were hushed, the facility’s typical creaks and groans drowned out by his sensitive senses. As he moved along the halls, he could see through the walls, getting glimpses of the events happening a kilometer below the facility.

When #981 arrived at a reinforced glass panel overlooking the experimental floors, his heart fell. The glass, while intended to hide, did nothing to obstruct his view. Through it, he saw a scene of clinical cruelty that chilled him to the core.

The facility was brightly lighted, with overhead lights casting a harsh glow over the white walls. In the center of the room, a little girl known only as #1413 was confined by metallic clamps and electrodes. Her long, dark hair was knotted, and her clothing was the standard facility uniform all superhuman children wore, with her designation number imprinted on it, barely covering her as she was connected to a slew of complicated machines.

Dr. Lawson presided over the procedure, accompanied by a team of scientists. The apparatus was elaborate: coils of copper wire snaked around #1413’s limbs, connecting to pulsing generators. Above her, a gigantic spherical contraption produced a low-frequency hum. The arrangement was both highly sophisticated and unsettlingly cruel.

#1413 has latent electromagnetic skills, but her powers went well beyond simply controlling electricity. She was capable of manipulating electromagnetic fields to the point where she could bend space and open portals. The experiment’s goal was to test and magnify her skills, pushing them beyond their natural boundaries.

As the experiment began, the atmosphere in the lab changed. The technicians’ faces were lit by the frigid light of their monitors, and they adjusted knobs and switched switches with detached professionalism.

"Begin the electromagnetic resonance test."

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Dr. Lawson said, his voice booming around the chamber.

Immediately, #1413’s body responded strongly. High-intensity electromagnetic pulses passed through her, forcing her to spasm violently. Her screams, twisted by the apparatus, echoed around the room, producing a terrifying and heartbreaking concerto of distress.

But it wasn’t only the bodily sensations that piqued #981’s interest. As #1413’s abilities were tested, unexpected events began to emerge. The air surrounding her crackled with more than just electricity; it shone with otherworldly brilliance. Objects in the room began to float, attracted into the irregular magnetic fields that pulsated about her. Suddenly, little rips in the fabric of reality appeared, allowing fleeting views into other dimensions before slamming shut.

The machinery’s intensity gradually rose, and the room became filled with arcs of light that swirled about #1413’s form. Her skin crackled with electricity, and her motions became more erratic. The scientists, immersed in their research, observed the impacts with disturbing detachedness. Their attention was exclusively on the readouts, and their emotions were devoid of empathy.

Dr. Lawson observed with bitter pleasure, his voice calm as he delivered orders.

"We’re witnessing unprecedented levels of electromagnetic discharge. Her body is responding more strongly than expected. Continue the operation.

#1413’s suffering was palpable. Her once-vibrant eyes were now dulled by the agony, and her sobs grew fainter as exhaustion and pain overwhelmed her. The experimenters, unmoved by her plight, made precise adjustments to the machinery, pushing her abilities—and her endurance—to their breaking point.

The experiment peaked when #1413’s abilities began to tear open larger and more stable portals. The scientists were stunned and horrified as everything around her distorted and twisted, revealing exotic landscapes and bizarre inhabitants. The air was filled with weird sounds and voices, which contributed to the surreal and unsettling mood.

Dr. Lawson, intrigued and puzzled by the phenomenon, began to explain it to the observing scientists.

"#1413’s ability to manipulate electromagnetic fields has reached a point where it’s interacting with the fundamental fabric of space-time. While we don’t fully understand the mechanics, it appears that her power has reached a point where it is capable of bending space and opening portals to other dimensions."

One of the assistants, her eyes wide with fascination, asked.

"How is this even possible, Dr. Lawson? The theory behind it defies our current understanding of physics."

Dr. Lawson nodded a hint of frustration in his voice.

"Yes, it does. The esoteric nature of her abilities defies explanation by our existing paradigms. The electromagnetic manipulation of #1413 appears to be accessing a more fundamental, deeper part of reality. Unidentified particles or forces that we still don’t fully understand may be connected to the interaction with space-time. In line with #981, #22, and #401, hmmm... maybe those 3 and hers have similar natures, even if defined differently, it could make us discover more about particular relations and the way they interact."

#981’s heart ached for the girl below as the hours passed. He saw firsthand how harsh the experiment had been, a sobering reminder of the extent the organization would go to in the name of scientific progress. The spotless exterior of the building concealed a harsh and sinister interior.

An eerie silence descended upon the room as the experiment came to an end. Her body, beaten and limp, was taken out of the device #1413. Her eyes were empty, a reflection of the severe physical and psychological anguish she had experienced. The laboratory walls remained chilly and sterile, while the once-mysterious rifts actually closed.

#981 went back to his room, his head spinning from what he had learned that evening. His apartments’ once-familiar walls now appeared to be only a facade, hiding the real horrors that lay beyond. He was overwhelmed with fear at knowing that he lived in this horrible society, where people were sacrificed in order to advance advancement in science.

The graphic details of #1413’s anguish resurfaced in his thoughts as he reclined in bed. The technology, the scientists’ icy detachment, and the screaming all provided a sobering reminder of the true nature of the facility. The disturbing reality that had been murmured in the hallways was finally confirmed.

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