Sugarboy dips hard

[21:27] She slowly walks to the table, her eyes meeting Sugarboys as the cold set in quite severely for a moment as if she pierced into his very being. Folding her arms she raises a gauntleted finger to her chin and smiles.

"I See, I always seem to face another Ice user, always something more to learn, I would crush them all had I the chance." The room chills severely, sapping all the warmth as certain memories flashed before her.

Silently, she scrutinizes the test subject, looking him over as the skeletons occasionally poke and prod, testing reflexes and gathering minor data. Meanwhile she listens to Ceridor, nodding lightly.

"Hmm, so those of Haungzhou prove to be troublesome, good to know, our alliance will do us will." A light pause, lips curling into a sinister smile as wisps of mist trail the corners of her mouth. "You however.." She turns back to Sugarboy, approaching slowly as a predatorial feline would.

"Will not enjoy your stay so much~"

As she spoke, the two skeletal servants approach the prisoner and proceed to pin him down to the table, tying straps to his limbs to prevent him from further moving and even strapping his head down as well. The Necromancer looks down at him as the undead prepare the test subject.
(Nihilexia Wight)
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[21:31] The paled boy maintains his grin, but the eyes behind his shades are screaming "Yoo if you were gonna strap me down all ya had to do was ask, I'd help." He'd say laughing uneasily, he was not looking forward to this.
(Sugarboy)
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[21:31] Ceridor released an amused chuckle at Nihilexia's antics. Though he seemed to carefully study the movement of the skeletons, noting the subtle magics that came from the gems at the center of their cranium.

His hands moved to his sides as he continued to observe, though idly commented.

"It would be for the best that you didn't speak. ."
(Ceridor Draskovic)
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[21:37] Sugarboy asks, "What if I'm curious about the procedure?"
[21:54] "Then don't worry, you'll feel every little second of it~"

Her voice was calm, soothing, quite odd considering she was about to torture the poor boy. First, of course, she would try to gleam any information he might have, to see if there were some form of knowledge she might gain aside from what sort of experiments she planned to do.

"Now, Ceridor, could you tell me what you know of Azraels works?"

She would ask, walking towards the nearby workstation where she'd get ahold of a small bottle of a small mixture of chemicals she had created.

Despite lulling senses of the test subject to a state of immobility, inability to form sentences they would still be able to feel a fair amount of pain. In truth, it was a perfectly failed attempt at making a proper anesthetic.

Filling a syringe with this chemical, she silently approaches Sugarboy, finding a proper entry
point to inject the solution and watching as it quite uncomfortably set in.
(Nihilexia Wight)
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[22:00] Ceridor's eyes watched Sugarboy and Nihilexia's movements, though his arms moved to cross about his chest. He'd then begin to speak, though his eyes gained a sharpness to them.

He was trying to learn as much as he could from the subtle preparations. .though his tone of voice held a faint venom to it.

"I personally know.. very little on the -Traitor-God's- heretical magics- . .but I must learn all I can so I can take steps in purifying it and perfecting it in the eyes of the Prophet."
(Ceridor Draskovic)
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[22:00] The boy would grit his teeth as the syringe is forced into his veins, his fingers digging into the table as he tried not to squirm. He could feel the poison course through his veins, his fingers would slow before stopping, before being paralyzed, a small smile stuck on his face as he tried to maintain the illusion he was content with this.
(Sugarboy)
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[22:34] A light tilt of the hips, a sway of her physical form as her aura of cold no longer betrayed any emotion she hid. It was all behind a finely crafted mask now. Silently she listens for the moment, reaching for a small scalpel, examining it closely as she decided where she would begin to cut. It almost seemed as if Sugarboy himself was not currently part of the lesson.

"Well, first, it would do well to look within yourself and your teachings." She paused, shooting him a coy glance, one that reflected the very same venom back to him in the most playful way. "For, you might believe him to be a traitor god, though you are of his first, the perfect ones, born of original sin." A spec of near fanatical idolization in her voice, not for Azrael but for the story itself as a whole, the knowledge it granted.

With that, she'd proceed to activate a set of runes lined upon the table, runes oft used in surgeries to prevent infection and the failing of organs when ones body was open and being tampered with. Allowing a living being to be opened up for the sake operating and saving ones life, though in this instance it would be to preserve his life while Lexia preformed the most inhumane experiments she could think of.

"Necromancy is far simpler than what you have gone through, though to many it is difficult to grasp and nigh unreachable. You would do well to begin learning of the simpler forms of medicinal arts as well, for the basics themselves lead into the actual ritual."

Such would begin with a long incision down his abdomen, where she would gently peel the skin open to reveal his organs that still worked away. She could nut help but widen her eyes in excitement, noting the various crucial points of living body flowing with mana. She could only hope to relish the true pain that Sugarboy felt at this very moment as she seemed to be merely fiddling around.

(Nihilexia Wight)
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[22:48] Sugarboy would lay there helpless, his mind filled with his own agonizing screams. A fire would clicker in his eyes suddenly as memories of previous injuries came flooding to his mind.

He would feel the burn of the scar epsilon had placed on his neck when trying to teach him fire magic, it was Sugarboy's first lesson in pain. The water magi would then feel his blood boil and his mind go numb from the hemoincendia that the vampire who claimed to be Regulus had inflicted on him. A sharp sensation pierced the tender flesh of his neck as an image of a starved Ceridor stood before him.

It seemed the flame in his eyes was trying to distract him with previous experiences of pain, but they all dulled in comparison to what the Sarradian woman was doing to him. His breathing would intensify as muffled screams tried to escape his closed, smiling lips.
(Sugarboy)
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[22:50] "The Prophet was his first- yet he wrongfully tried to state dominion over such a perfect being. So he freed himself and staked his own claim. That Traitorous Angel tried to take our Lord's freedom- and declare us imperfect! How wrong he was.. " Ceridor hissed out, though managed to keep a relatively controlled demeanor other than that.

His scarlet eyes seemed to flash as the smell of raw flesh and that metallic liquid hit his nose. His body seemed to shudder and his fangs faintly glimmered in the faint lighting..

Yet he held control, simply indulging in this hungering moment.

"I. . see."
(Ceridor Draskovic)
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[23:00] "Ah, yet even gods and angels make mistakes, if it were not for him, you would still not exist, none of this would." She spoke, having taken the time to examine each and every exposed organ, noting their health and then pulling forth another needle.

Taking a series of needles, she would begin collecting different fluids from parts of the boys body. Enough to experiment and test upon, though still leaving enough for him to actually survive. With the filling of each needle, she set the container of fluid upon a chilled rack of vials.

"Here in my lab are a several books upon variations of the art from throughout the years, they would provide you with simple study of the basics that will allow you to grasp a certain.. Tact with the art itself, namely the importance of runework, the four important parts of the corpse as well."

She pauses, having collected everything she had needed for the moment and proceeding to softly peel the skin back, using a combination of water magic and chemicals to sterilize the cut in order to sew it back together.
(Nihilexia Wight)
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[23:12] Ceridor would pull himself away from the table, releasing a shuddering exhale as he moved himself from the smells of blood and flesh. His gaze moved to the shelves present within the Lab.

His pale hands moved to grasp two interesting books. .both far older than most present. Afterwords he'd turn back to Nihilexia as she began to sort and deal with the collected bodily fluids.

". .So I will be able to come and go to return books and the like, yes?"

(Ceridor Draskovic)
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[23:21] The patients body temperature would raise drastically as the needles pierced and sapped the essence from each of his organs, but the boy only felt a chill to his very bones.

He'd plead to any god or angel for their help, guidance; hell, he'd even settle with a simple justification for how something this inexplicably cruel could be done. He thought he had always lived a good life, helping anyone he'd come across, offering them the shirt off his back if they needed it.

The fire in his eyes would grow larger in another attempt to distract him, the memories that would flood his mind were the people he had assisted. Haeresis, the pink Kitsune he rescued from the fungal demon, Mycok. How he had to carry Epsilon back to Huang after having his eyes carved out. All of the supplies he gathered for Bai Long, giving them to him for nothing more than his friendship.

A slightly different memory would surface, a lonely drakanite sitting on a bench. He'd approach her and they would become fast friends. He'd see their first kiss as they stood on a bridge over a river that lead to a small spring. He thought how perfect the moment was, how they had been together before Ceridor had found them.

The next vision was from the inside of the cell in Baukdengrad, Euyitl on the other side, a disappointed and distrustful look in her eyes. All she wanted to do was to keep him away from there, to protect him from the cold harshness of the people that inhabited it. She wanted to preserve the easygoing person Sugarboy was, and he could hear the words echo in his mind, how he promised he wouldn't let it. Tears began pouring down from his open eyes.

He was unsure if he'd be able to keep the promise- /the swear/ he made to her. The flame in his eyes would be snuffed out entirely, taking the bright blue from his irises with it. His stare would go blank as his eyes became a dull grey-blue.

His eyes would look down and begin watching the procedure, unable to recognize his own body being cut open and played with.
(Sugarboy)
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[23:30] "Ah but of course my dear Ceridor, you are an associate of the house Ruger, this is a partnership after all."

She spoke, finishing her final touches at closing and properly healing the wound, leaving the rest to time. Her eyes meeting those of the quite conscious Sugarboy, something allowed simply by the combination of magics and chemicals.

With a soft exhale, mist escapes her faintly glowing lips. She softly runs a finger along her test subjects jawline, a smile lined with venom upon her beautiful visage.

"This should do for now, would not want our friend here to lose all hope of survival just yet~" A light pause as she reaches for another needle, this one containing a true anesthetic. "Of course, we wouldn't want to ruin the fun now would we?" She would ask no one in particular, piercing skin with the needle and injecting the fluid within allowing the boy at least a modicum of rest, so that he might miss it.
(Nihilexia Wight)
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[23:33] Ceridor Draskovic says, "Of course not-. .I do hope this subject stays fresh enough for continued experimentation."
[23:33] Nihilexia Wight says, "Not to worry, he is in good hands~"
[23:34] Ceridor Draskovic says, "Excellent- I shall begin my stuidies."
[23:45] Once she'd completed her surgeries, Lexia calls upon a servant with a wordless order. The skeleton silently bringing over what appeared to be a finely crafted collar lined with magical runes. Though this particular model did not have a remote, instead there was a finely crafted purple Gem embedded upon it, small runes lined around that as well.

"Should he awaken and.. Get any sort of ideas.. Though in truth I doubt it, his pain will be much too severe." She spoke, taking the collar and tightly fitting it around the boys neck before pushing a bit of her mana into it. Once the collar is activate the gem itself begins to glow in tune with her gauntlet.
(Nihilexia Wight)
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[23:45] Ceridor Draskovic says, "Wonderful. Do write a letter or pay a visit whenever you wish for another lesson. Though you may just see me returning books. Tata."
[23:49] As the vampire leaves the Oscuri raises an eyebrow, Looking over towards Lexia it was clear his face was contorted in a stranger manner seemingly puzzled by the exchange between the two.

"Another lesson? A lesson in what exactly?" He moved towards his wife crossing his arms and looking over the victim before them. A pale yet weak looking boy, Frail if anything.

"Perhaps its good to take his weapons as well, They could be used for a better purpose. "
(Gideon Ruger)
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[23:50] Nihilexia Wight says, "Indeed."
[23:51] Proceeds to take the boys items, everything he owned other than his limited choice of clothes. She even went through the trouble of searching him for any coin as well, after all it was a tough world.
(Nihilexia Wight)