The body of Lumine lay bare during the operation. Death was a feasible mishap. If she had gone with him alive, and lowered her disposition— then, he didn’t have to steal from her like this.
He twirled a small orb construct, an imitation, replica of an unhindered source. He was murmuring that she was nearing completion. Dottore then slit her chest open, using precision in a downward motion.
The fusion of his own plasma was pumped into the corpse. That’s what she was now. Yes. Nothing more than a segment addition, Dottore liked this, tearing her flesh open. Rearranging her innards. Her ribcage was broken, sevevered, and then pinned with metal clasps. Here, he could feel the heart weighing into his hand.
“Exqusite,” He said, bringing the organ into the light.
The aroma of decay, he inhaled her scent like a matured flower in bloom. Nectar sweet for indulgence.
metallic, soon sated his tongue. He devoured the heart slowly as if not to waste something so precious, endearing. The smile was static, cold and demeaning. But, Dottore’s red eyes were accelerating to euphoric measures.
Blood was dripping from his mouth, while he positioned himself over her face. Her glazing amber eyes were left open, and staring out into oblivion, vacantly. But she wasn’t completely gone as he permitted. The void in her chest cavity would be filled, imbued, and replaced. Nonetheless, he ridiculed the order of ‘death’ — she wasn’t gone from this world.
How he mocked the system rigged against them. Time stood still for the girl, decorated in metal equipment. Space was limitless with opportunity. After he sealed her flesh together, the core inside, whirled blue and white patterns. It glowed. Lumine’s warmth was restored.
Dottore was guarding her body like a dog waiting for its master. While the soul rekindled, the process had yielded simultaneously rejecting the false heart. And so he spewed encouragement. Lumine lacked the desire for survival.
“Fight, Lumine.” Dottore pleaded, monotonously.
Long fingers had phased inside her chest, and sent pulses of electricity in rhythm. Lumine was in there…. He could smell her. Hanging onto the thread of life and death: he pulled.
She heard a voice beckoning in the darkness. For what felt like eons of waiting and drifting further into a void. It was a lifetime that flashed through her eyes. After images of adventures and friends that became…. unrecognizable. The pain that thorned her heart dulled, and then replaced with numbness. A sense of loyalty emerged from her soul.
“Lumine,” The voice purred into her ear.
My name? Bright lights blinded her as she stirred, blinking slowly. She was fading in and out of consciousness.
Dottore then bathed his fair maiden in the moonlit waters. Where the fourth moon blessed her rebirth. He began to wipe off the filth from her skin, scrubbing away the impurities. She was dazed by the view above. Its intimidating appearance made her head ache at the sight.
While he cleansed her thoroughly. Large hands caressed her body tenderly, he sunk his plump lips onto her neck. Sucking on her fragrant skin. Lumine’s expression was indifferent to his affection.
She stared up at the stars.
And where the sky had been torn open by the Heretic... Oh, how the false moon mocked her existence. Lumine loathed what was given. She hated the moons. She hated herself. And she hated how she couldn’t remember coherently.
And yet, she couldn’t fathom to hate this man. His touch was chilling, and she was weary of him.
“What am I?” Lumine questioned, his hands rested on her chin as she stared into his red eyes.
Lumine laid on her back, spilling off the sides of the mattress. She stared up at the ceiling, losing track of the hours passing by. The information the doctor had told her was the truth. During the battle he killed her as an exchange for her friends' lives. Although, one of his them he couldn't initially be considered alive. While he could have elaborated he explained the experiment he ran on her.
Dottore had preserved Lumine’s body and stabilized her soul through a link. Temporary memory loss was a side effect of the process. He insisted that it would come back to her.
There were no reasons to curate lies to console her conscience, or sugarcoat the truth. If she wanted to leave, he would let whims guide her on the way out. Thus, the lock on the door remained unguarded. In fact — Dottore urged her to go exploring. What harm would a little snooping do?
Lumine floated down and then slid towards the door.
Her power felt limitless as if it were breathing. Lumine pressed on, running her hands alongside the corridor wall. There were many chambers for experimental endeavors. Currently the machinery ran unchecked and without maintenance.
Dottore seemed to not care about the inner workings of the Bureau while he was away. The Fatui lacked the sound of human presence. Each room was abandoned and notes scattered frantically about. Where had everyone gone? Lumine thought, a tad lonely.
Usually on expeditions a small white-haired companion was there flying beside her. With a big bright personality, she recollected. Their unbreakable bond.
“Paimon,” Lumine murmured.
That was the name of the travel guide that ate, and drained all of her Mora. Lumine wandered further into the rooms, and read through entries of logs left behind. Everything felt like Dejavu in the facility. As if she were repeating an event of the past. When she grew tired of reading the lengthy statement one after the other, she sighed. All she gathered was that The Doctor turned on them. Lumine was skeptical of what she felt towards those words.
Dottore gave her a spot next to him as promised.
But why was her hands shaking in a manner of prolonged anxiety?
She slid onto the floor, papers crumbled in hand. There was an understanding that intertwined like two souls in gravitation of each other. For her to pass judgement towards the Heretic that spared her…. Lumine felt weak, and nauseous at the thought of betrayal.
Dottore titled her a God. Bestowed honor of a moon goddess.
Lumine was feverishly filtering the concept.
A scream rippled from her mouth, damaging the equipment and the metal wall. In the corner of her eye, the electricity quickly started aflame. The horror of realizing that something was wrong with her. Why couldn’t she disobey the heretic’s orders? Pain pricked at her chest as she crawled towards the fire, a voice had warned her to stop.
_________ UPDATE: I'M SORRRYYY!!! I noticed that ppl really liked the memory loss bit... but I'm not vibing with it anymore so it's going to be taken out. Thought I post this here before I update it. It was becoming overly complicated than it needed when plotting the plot!
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