The stretching pains they put me through are almost uncertain for the time, as I have no bearing on what time I got here, how long I have been knocked out. I go to try to talk but something is jammed in my mouth. I can't ask questions. I forget what pain is in time. Though he keeps me here until I do. They feed me some meat and blood every so often.


It heals me and we repeat the process. Countless times. Not to mention the branded marks on my chest. The symbol burnt to me I do not know about. Its representation must be for something. I can ask about it at another time. For now, I should accept my fate in this chamber. Seth's participation is simply burning me and stabbing me, many times over. He says nothing. His smile burns an image into my mind. However, he does allow some serious crazy laughter out when doing so.


I let my anger fester more and more as time passes. It feeds me. It consumes me. It corrupts me. The dark heaviness is what I have experienced and yet I want to return it to him tenfold. I want out of here. This was not my choice. If he exists. There must be other leaders. Somewhere...


When I get freed I am thrown into my lab. I now get to continue my research and make him happy. Perhaps there is another side to him. I go and stumble to the lever and pull it. The Green liquid starts to form. Slowly it begins the incubation. I have only one specimen alive. Though he is still in the test tube. I have started calling him Ranboso. I like it. He will be my assistant. At least I won't be alone.


My language derived from Seth's is simply programmed into his said genetic code. Though of course, I let him know the general language of this place. I swear it must be a dungeon of some sort. Of course, he shares a tri-helix code as well. His memories shall pass through history. Just like me, he will learn to be without pain... It rings from my mind. The countless hours of struggle and torture. Great, I look over to the door and guess who. Just my fucking luck. It's damned well Seth.


"It's release time." Those words are my nightmare once more, a success I live, failure, I die. I have been in this nightmare of thoughts for a while. These are the things that worry me the most. "Let's see your progress, Flamose." He states quietly. Which for him is a very unusual thing.


“This is my best idea to make us all immensely stronger. With this one, I have removed all elemental alignment, in order to gain all of the alignments.” I say as I approach a pad with a disk, slipping it into a console beside a chamber.


I simply touch the pad and the anesthetic in the container of green and black similar to the one I was trapped in not so long ago, begins to hiss with steam as the container empties of the green-toned liquid. My face drops as this being, of which was my design, had come to breathe outside of the liquid. He is alive. It dawns on me after the gears finish opening the tank, my ass is saved.


Ranboso to him has been unknown as he was the simple test of my earlier mish-mash of genetics he allowed me to use. How did he find out? Wait... the time I was in that chamber... He must've come in and searched while I was in his sick torture. I am proud to say he is magnificent. The new being walks out. This is a moment of pure judgement of my success, as I had felt Ranboso was more unsuccessful. Until he now breathes.


Either way, I have made this one capable of using any element I need. This will come in handy for developing weaponry and also be moving research quicker. Ranboso, you are light right now. If he turned out properly I aim for him to manipulate the elements on a molecular level. He walks out and falls to his knees.


"What am I?" He asks. I immediately came to him with his name.


"Ranboso. You are but the successor and right-hand man to myself. The king of us, the Draconus." I say quietly.

"Congratulations, start up a series." Seth says softly. As he turns his back to me and leaves the lab, his attitude screams arrogance. He may have power but it seems he hasn't got much of a mind with him. It's almost as if his only instincts are to harm.


I don't know what to say aside from just starting my next batch. I have Ranboso help out with a few tasks. I need to keep my knowledge from the lord of Helios. I am slowly injecting particular elements, giving each Draconus their strengths and weaknesses, which I didn't do with Ranboso. This way I can keep the race underwing. I have Ranboso made by me, to match similarly to me, though his elements are all over and not as refined as my own, should I die at Seth's hand. This is something I fear next, what would our purpose be. It daunts me to think this way. My purpose could be overdue to my lack of thought before releasing Ranboso.


Ranboso gets sent into a training room where he faces ai dummies which are run off the magical essence of this place. He studies hard and starts learning the manipulation of fire, water, earth and air. He must become perfect. He must become my true successor. He will be my son. I think to myself.


I see a wandering body enter the lab. Along with the voice of purity. I don't know this one, though out of respect I say nothing, continuing at my work. She wanders throughout my lab humming some sort of song. It Is starting to embed itself in my head. I can't tell what it is, but it is soothing, considering the situation. I can't help but watch her walking about. Her black skin looked like a smoother fabric than silk, though I could say, it may as well be silk. Her skin shines with a red glow and is black. I notice her hair being white with red tips to it. When her hair moves with her walking, it shimmers lights and darks her reddened tips. Her hair as she moves has an appearance similar to natural white flames. Her clothing is a bright red robe that looks like velvet as it crosses over her skin while walking. It stuns me.


I notice I'm now getting a little distracted by her presence. The robe covers all of her torso and halfway down her legs. Specifically, her knee joints. Her arms are fit and slender. It is almost intoxicating to look at, not in a bad way, so to me, I feel attraction. I know she is not my species, but she is something wonderful to see. I do crave for a partner of another gender, however, my mind tells me she needs not to be concerned with me. The one time she looks at me, her eyes are golden in colour, with a vibrant red flowing through the center of the pupil. It's something unique and beautiful in my eyes, for her eyes astonish me. The gold almost illuminates her natural look. Her feet and hands are fleshy and appear foreign in comparison to what I have seen. The only resemblance with her feet is to Seth's.


"Hey there." I hear this sweet and sugary tone hit my ears. Her voice hits me sweetly. "My name is Kisira, you must be new. What's your name?" Her piercing golden eyes taunt my mind and tantalize my instincts.


"Flamose is my name," I say dryly. I have a tough exterior. May as well take advantage of it.


"Cute, so you're the result that Svenir has been trying to produce for the past three years. Welcome to our little piece of Helios. Quite literally mind you." She states and it takes me a minute to realize she had spoken.


"Sorry, I didn't catch that," I state clearly.


"No sweat," she says.


"How'd you know Svenir?" I ask.


"I'm the one who supplied him with his genes database." She smirks.


"Is the database completed?" I ask.


"No, sadly, mother wouldn't allow me to put the other half of the database in." She sighs. Her aggravated tone is an augmentation of her restraint. " I assume it's because of my father using it wrong." She sighs a little in apathetic annoyance. I guess she has resentment toward Seth.


"Oh?" Slips from my mouth. Curiosity has now peaked in me. Her brows furrow and eyes fill with water, I pain inside for this. I didn't know that this would be such a touchy topic. Before I can apologize she heads out of the room.


As I see her leave I know that this may be the start of something unique, even with the rough start to us knowing one another. Her company is pleasant. If she had an interest in me, it would be nice to apologize. That would be enjoyable if it turns out positively. Although, her physical appearance is somehow familiar. It's almost as though I have seen her before somehow. With her own design, it is flattering to the eye. My mind is taken by her presence. More so now that it is absent from me. It fills me and makes me happy, but almost in a sick mannerism. I quickly try to shake her from my mind and go back to my work. However, this is ineffective. She wanders in and out of my mind. I start to play with a DNA set that she happens to be my inspiration for.


I furiously start manipulating the DNA I have, I create a few samples of the varied genetics. Seth only asked me to produce five hundred soldiers... I think I can handle that. I mean it's not like it's impossible, he never did give me a timeline by which I would need to get it done. Although for some reason I feel there is. He does have plans, I simply know not what they are. Maybe if I get to see Kisira again I can figure out exactly what those plans could be.


A few weeks go by, as I am lost in my obsession for my kind. As well as my tantalizing obsession with thinking about Kisira. To learn more ways of having the DNA have elemental causes. That and tampering with appearance cells. Ranboso and I fail on a few subjects, seeing as we have to learn new things about the species we are.


We are not as structurally sound as the other species around here. We design a couple based on diseases and acids. Ranboso insists that this could be useful, However, this frightens my mind, but I don't think of anything more. Although it tears me apart to think of what kind of damage it could do potentially.


Kisira starts to float along by me, and through my lab, though it feels like weeks before she even nods at me. Now that she has done so she comes in more frequently. Almost daily it seems. Perhaps she is interested. I doubt this and shake it out of my mind quickly. Although the idea does intrude my mind no matter what I seem to do. I need to stay focused. I fail horribly. Ranboso even notices my distracted side. It bothers him clearly but we speak nothing of it. I suppose he feels no need to express his voice, however, he must think it is respectful for me to initiate the conversation on such a matter. Either that or fear, as I am his creator.


I look over to Ranboso and try my best to be hopeful, though I am filled with doubt. I can't let them see what is going on inside of my head. I must keep it hidden. I look at Ranboso once more, his whole body is many colours. His eye colour is a piercing white. The pupil is the only thing that shows he even has eyes. His wings are smaller in size, but that was deliberate. Spikes emit from the bottom of his wings and it is simply seen. His skin is Very shiny and changes with the light's reflections. His wings reflect that of a prismatic colour through his thin membranes. His hair is ever-changing. His hands are like mine and the same with his feet. I see this short one being about 5 foot tall. He is short for the simple fact that he will be agile. His weight is so light, he moves quicker than me, even if that puts me at a disadvantage.


He even is helping me develop new forms of the genetic code. He even suggests using a five-point helix rather than a triple helix. I dismiss the idea though. It's already hard enough to manipulate that complex of a structure and keep it stable. His brain capacity is unreal.


Eventually, we start perfecting the balances. How we cannot allow an acidic type of blood to be in the veins without some sort of metallic vein lining. Which ideally would be dark metals from the ninth level of Helios. The issue is, no ones made it that far away from Seth’s Castle on records. So we had an issue on hand. What can we use to make it work?


After a lot of research we created one instead. That is simply another thing we need to learn about, our home. Why is it that my agenda never seems to end? I have so much to do and in so little time, or so I fear. Well I don't know if it's exactly a home, never had one, but it seems this is what it's like when created, rather than born. We have Draconus starting to pump out. We start with the acid and venom draconus.


The one we gave a venom that paralyzes an enemy but does not kill the victim. As it can help with general interrogations. Should we desire information. Although the venom she can use, well, I don't feel comfortable talking about. Let's say it's just not pleasant. Although, we did have to give her metallic lining in her blood vessels as her blood was highly acidic. Which I think is a good defence mechanism. we also created a metal called, Draconikite. This metal element is strong enough to prevent the acid in her blood to leak. This holds her genetics together without killing her off. We had tried to add her more and more and failed before she was a successful creation. We design each Draconus with my flaw, free will. Which we also consider our best defence.


We actually start making weapons out of this synthetic metal we made for the acidic draconus. We know the potential and the insanity behind this all. However, Seth said he wanted five hundred. We make armor from the metal as well. Soon enough we will need someone to run the forge. We are proud.


So we gave the venomous one the name She-Rae-La. As her venom blood is precious to us. In our current language, it means gold death. Which she is. Her eyes are golden with silver in the iris, which flows like veins. Her height is a little taller than Ranboso by just a few inches. Her wings can fold inside of her back, the outer bone is black-tipped on it. Her bottom tips are also the same way. Flat but razor-sharp. I come to realize she is somewhat inspired by Kisira whom I see wandering about. As She-Rae-La's hair is black tipped in neon green. Her shoulders have natural spikes of which can be retracted. I find this was my biggest stroke of genius. I find that she should be the smith for armour and weapons. She would have the taste for it I figure. So I have her design the clothing. Oddly it works. Though I released her from her test tube, I feel something isn't right. Ranboso is nowhere to be seen. But, then again he could be in the facilities or possibly went to train.


I take about the look of my lab and hear a male scream, thinking nothing of it, seeing as it is a part of the norm around here. The screaming is due to torture and training here. As I have experienced myself. To prepare their species for what I hear through the halls. Surprisingly the screams were not just pain. In the end, I resume my research. Though in a few silent minutes, I realize something is wrong on a grand scale.


I see Kisira walk in, with Seth behind her and as they walk through the doorway. Well, I guess this brings a new definition to the terms, 'heads will roll'. Ranboso's dismembered head rolls into my lab. His eyes are wide open and they look full of fear. He found Ranboso. I'm guessing he wanted information. Ranboso got curious and so Seth, He killed Ranboso right away. The female has the same skin as Seth. I now know she is his wife or of another relation. The skin and glow are nearly identical, though he has wings and she doesn't. I'm assuming it's how they identify the gender difference in their race. Although I admit, I just got a whole lot of bad feelings about this. My mind once again outbursts.


"What have you done Seth?!" I exclaim. I am feeling myself full of black rage. With my blood boiling for him, killing my second in command, as he was supposed to remain unknown. Seth must have cracked my linguistic code. I need to change it now. This will halt my research. How dare he take the first thing I did. ‘Feel no pain’ echoes in my head again.


"Well Flamose, he was slowing you down, so I eliminated the problem." He returns my question quickly. He looks about seeing one other Draconus helping me with the progress of his little army. I am growing sick and tired of this shit.


"You can't just dispose of my men!" I shriek out at him, the growling tones in my voice getting the attention of all of the residents of Helios. Seth growls deeply and loudly enough at me where our lab begins to quake a bit. The unspoken growls are naturally coded with howling aggression.

"Flamose, they are not men, they are Draconus. On this note as well, they are not yours, but my tools for the destruction of the overruling gods." He finishes his sentence and I am furious. I can't argue against this evil being. But I know now, I am very much in the wrong place. This is not a home, this is a kind of slavery. His purpose for us is to exterminate another race. Which is wrong in my eyes. For what it's worth it would drive me sheerly into insanity.


"You still can't just kill them off, it takes a lot to make them Seth!" I say, trying to sound like a voice of reason, which seemingly, he has no reason in his mind.


"Oh? But you are so very wrong on that, Flamose." He suddenly sounds sweet for the moment. I dislike this misleading sound. I feel a point is to be made.


"How can I be wrong Seth?" I speak firmly to him, all I receive is a smile. After a few minutes, his lips part to speak.


"Well, frankly I can kill you all. No one could stop me." He grins at me. I despise the look on his face. It reminds me of the hours he spent torturing me into not feeling pain. "To think, you were made because of my will. You are but a piece of my plan. A pawn. Someone who can get the job done." His cynical tone drives almost a pain behind my eyes.


"Father, Enough!" I hear a shrill firm yell from Kisira. Now, this is just perfect. The one I had my eye on, is the daughter of that evil being. Now, where is her mother? She did not mention her. Why didn't she explain she was the supposed princess. How is this possible if there are that many laws in regards to Heaveth and Helios? This is puzzling to me for now. I need to think this out.


During my research earlier a lot of reference to heaveth is made when talking about Seth and his race. He’s not from here. So, does that mean she isn’t either… I find my head pounding questions away in my mind in this moment.


"Kisira, shut up and stay out of it." I hear him firmly speak. "Or I'll lock you in here with these tools." He words it carefully it seems. I want to punch him. I'll bet that is precisely his plan too. I struggle to try to not let my anger get the best of me. Red bells go off in my head. I can't just sit here and allow him to even talk to her that way. Though, what if he wants me to lose myself so he can torture me more? Well, I guess he's going to regret training me to not feel pain. I hate that I'm doing what he wants to see so there might be lesser punishments for her.


"Well, he has a point. You can't just go killing everything every time, something doesn't go your way damn it!" She stands up for me and my species. My infatuation starts to flare more so. She finds a way to break through what I feel is rock. I see her as forbidden, but yet, I'm still enticed, much like the bittersweet taste of grape wine. I don't like where this is going. She is the venom to my existence currently.


"Fine, spend the next week here with them." He walks away and the doors creak and slam shut with blotchy metallic sounds that echo through the lab. It irks me more and I just find my claws going into the lab wall. Kisira is unnervingly calm.


"So, now what?" She smirks and looks directly at me. "You seem to be in charge around here, what's the plan?" She smiles sweetly and her facial expressions look like she is full of anticipation. What a face to just approach with such a way of saying things that just eat me alive. What does she expect of me?


"There's a plan?" I speak slightly slurring my words nervously. This one causes my words to be unsteady and I am shaky. I feel as though I have lost control of my body. Her silence doesn't help things. I now feel like I'm being observed like a lab rat. For all I know, Seth may have just done that as an act so I don’t go and do anything without him knowing. A spy in a sense.


"Well, I didn't know there was supposed to be one," I claim after a short expanse of silence, shock pressing her face. I feel discomforted by the thought, did they assume I was up to something perhaps? Or maybe she is just being honest and wanting to learn. Crap. If the second option is true. That means Seth intends on killing me off. If he intends on this. I need a plan. However, I can't let this dastardly possibility of a spy influence my ways. For now. I need to plot out my aspirations in my mind and keep it that way until I can develop a true opinion on this demonic woman.


"You're telling me that your content is just being a weapon to bring the Heaveth crashing." She says in disbelief. This is not a good sign. This tells me either say it or pretend I'm stupid. Great options Kisira. "Great life, oh yeah." Sarcasm rolls to me from her mouth. It stuns me for a moment.


"Well, in... It's not perfect... But nowhere is. I mean think about it even the Heaveth, from what I hear, have flaws too, I mean think about it... Non-stop bright lights... Non-stop music from voices everywhere. Sounds boring to me." I exclaim. This should surely sway her mind off my thoughts on needing to take evasive action. I hope this will tell her I'm not buying her act. If this would be one.


"Well personally, Flamose, I don't want to stay here, though my mother won't take me." She says softly. 'This woman, Maybe just maybe, isn't here by will or her own choice.' I think to myself. Is she like me? She is stuck in this Helios hole for a reason, but yet isn't her own choice. This is not correct. This is a disturbing fact for me. It starts to eat at me.


"Well, my thoughts are, why not leave on your own accord?" I speak. Immediately she seems confused. I am but a new demon, with little but science in my experience. I don't know much else. Maybe, she will enlighten me.


She sighs and looks at me, her eyes shading with a glossily overtake. This look tells me that I've said something upsetting. I hope not, seeing as I don't know her much really, the last thing I need is an enemy at this point.


"There is nowhere else. Well, at least not at this moment." She sighs again. Her eyes immediately light up like a bright fiery blazing inferno. "Though I heard of a place the gods are making, for a new specimen set altogether, an experiment of sorts. They're looking into a place they wish to call 'the middle and it's supposed to be a place where demons can play as they desire, but angels can too.


It seems as if Anubis, Ra, Isis, Osiris, Seth and the others all have a bet going on. This is the playground to see which is better or more of a strength. This place seems to be a sort of battleground of which no demon or angel will die. It seems pointless to me, but if I could disguise myself as one of those specimens..." Her voice tapers off a moment and she sighs with delight filling her face.


"I can truly be free from the shame of being of both worlds. The over-world and the underworld. My mother is the angel known as Asetheia and my father, Seth. Maybe finally I can get away from these awful labels and be myself truly." She sighs harshly and her eyes shade to what seems to be emptiness. As if she had nothing to live for anymore. "That's not going to happen though." She speaks softly.


I can't help it. I feel terrible knowing her suffering. I feel obligated to change this fact. Perhaps it's time I learn how to visit these Heaveth. Persuade them to allow even passive angels and demons to lay within the middle. I doubt Seth would approve.


"Well, how would one go about visiting the other gods?" I ask.