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[ladureena]

The Last Demon (#6)

The last demon in my personal series. This project took me so much time, haha. But I’m glad I made it until the end. 

[deepseatedregret]

Oh, what’s that brain I should write like 2,000 to 3,000 words every day this weekend so when next week hits, if I miss a day, I won’t fall behind?

That is a logical thing to do. When have I ever done anything logical what are you thinking up there?? *sudden realization that if I don’t do this I may not hit 30k words by the end of April* Heck

[deepseatedregret]

Current Word Count for Camp NaNoWriMo: 11,084 Needs to be at 12,000. *slams head into desk* it’s not a lot of words to write but oh my brain has just now hit its limit I feel stumped oh god I have to write but the words won’t come out. They feel stitched onto my brain. I need to write 916 words. That isn’t so bad.  Uggh but the words are simply not releasing. I am so close. Come on brain work with me here. I know, you are exhausted but we can do this.

[inephemeral]

Demonic Aspects - drabble/short

Similar to other attempts at projects I've done in the past. Posting just to have something out there. Proof I'm not completely failing at this whole January dwc thing. 139 words.--- My demon closed his eyes. Quiet as he was, I could still feel his fingers resting on my shoulders. He'd stopped attacking me. But I could tell he was only waiting. Biding his time. His fingers wouldn't leave my skin. He'd done this before. Let me shoulder him, accept his presence as benign. And then the claws would come out again. He would rip my chest open and tear me apart. I wouldn't leave my room for days, his rules. I'd barely eat, because he filled me with his smooth, devastating words. He became a god, controlling every aspect of my world. There wouldn't be room for anything but him. He wouldn't admit anything else into my mind. Functioning like a human being wasn't an option. But being an animal? Tearing my own mind to pieces? That was encouraged.

[20minutesofcoherence]

Subject JM-s57-001, Part 1

"Do you believe in prophecy, Mr. Umos?" asked Dr. Melsbach again, as they walked down the rounded, pristine white tunnel. He submitted his one good eye to a retinal scan, unlocking a large metal door and revealing another identically well-lit, white tunnel beyond it.

Commander-General Calvin Umos shook his head, regaining his bearings. I should really get that old implant checked out, he thought to himself, remembering the analysis interface he'd had installed a few years ago, it keeps shorting out and distracting me. He ran a hand over his scarred, bald scalp.

Umos noticed Dr. Melsbach watching him patiently, the lab-coat-clad scientist's dark grey right eye shining with excitement while the robotic left eye glowed an eerie green. The scientist had always addressed him as 'Mr. Umos', regardless of Calvin's actual rank. He'd gotten used to it a long time ago.

"No, Doctor," said Umos, a hint of resignation in his voice. "I don't believe in prophecy. Is that what you brought me all the way down here to see?"

"Perhaps," said Dr. Melsbach with a smirk, then turned on his heel and sped off down the tunnel at a brisk walk, Umos following a step behind.

"Perhaps?" asked Umos. "I'd expect that you of all people would be able to tell when something is a prophecy and when it isn't."

"I don't believe in prophecy any more than you do, Mr. Umos," said Dr. Melsbach. There was a moment of silence as he stopped in front of another door, this time allowing his hand and fingerprints to be scanned. "How about prescience?"

"Prescience?" said Umos, perplexed. "Isn't that the same as prophecy?"

"Not quite," said Dr. Melsbach, following yet another white tunnel, although this one slowly corkscrewed down into the earth. "Prophecy, as it is defined in the English language, comes from the Greek prophetia, 'gift of interpreting the will of the gods'. It is generally considered to be a foretelling of future events, but only due to having received such information from a divine source."

"A divine source... as in God?"

"God, gods, angels, et cetera," Dr. Melsbach waved his hand dismissively. "Prescience, on the other hand, comes from a pair of Latin words: prae, meaning 'before', and scire, meaning 'to know'. Thus the word essentially means 'to know before'. So, prescience means knowing of something before it happens."

"That still sounds impossible to me," said Umos with a shrug.

"It does, doesn't it?" said Dr. Melsbach, stopping in front of a sturdier pair of doors than the previous ones. "Although... perhaps a better term would be 'implausible'."

"I'm a military man, Doctor," said Umos, "You're the academic here. What are you getting at?"

"Impossible means not possible," said Dr. Melsbach, fixing Umos with an unusually serious stare. "Can't happen. Against the laws of reality. Yes? Yes. Implausible means not plausible. Unlikely. Hard to believe. However, it maintains a healthy margin of open-mindedness, allowing that, perhaps, under the right circumstances, it could happen."

"Fine, then," said Umos, "Implausible. Unlikely, but it could happen. My question still stands."

"Behind these doors is an..." Dr. Melsbach paused, visibly considering how to phrase his thoughts. "...anomalous subject. Very unusual. Requires very expensive support and... restraint equipment. Most of the objects in the room are one-of-a-kind. Including the subject.Especially the subject. In case you're wondering, yes, this is exactly where most of this station's funds go."

"So you're showing this to me in order to justify the massive amounts of money you've dumped into it?" said Umos flatly.

"Yes," said Dr. Melsbach, allowing a small syringe to extend from a panel on the wall and take a sample of his DNA. "Trust me, you will not be disappointed," he added with a smile.

The doors opened. Inside was a large well-lit room, with pipes, wires, and tubes covering the walls, running from hundreds of machines and containers, all manned by lab-coat-clad personnel, to a single massive, metal device in the center of the room. The device looked vaguely like some sort of large vat. Or maybe one of the metal wombs where BlueGate's legions of super-soldiers were grown. In front of the massive vat was a large, arc-shaped computer console. Dr. Melsbach nodded a greeting to a few of the other scientists and walked into the middle of the arc and touched a few commands on the holoscreen. A strangely primitive-looking green dialog box popped up.

Dr. Melsbach turned to Umos. "Subject JM-s57-001 has foretold approximately 500 events so far, of which over 250 have been confirmed as true, and another 200 are confirmation pending. The remaining events have yet to occur. The current record for longest temporal difference between the Subject presenting its knowledge of the event and the actual occurrence of the event is 50 years."

Calvin Umos wasn't sure what to say. "Are you trying to tell me," he said slowly, "That this... this thing you have here-"

"Subject, Mr. Umos," corrected Dr. Melsbach, "Not 'thing'."

"-that it can tell the future?" finished Umos, ignoring the scientist's correction.

Dr. Melsbach sighed and bit his lip. "That does seem to be the implication, Mr. Umos. We still have no idea how the Subject does what it does, but it has yet to be proven wrong."

"And you've had this... Subject, for at least fifty years?"

"Over two hundred."

Two hundred years. Umos glanced back at the vat. This thing was almost as old as the Final War.

"And this... record-holding event you mentioned," asked Umos quietly, "What did it concern?"

"Do you remember Operation Mongoose?" asked Dr. Melsbach.

"Of course I do, I was in command of the entire op-" started Umos, then choked on his own words. "Wait, it foretold that?! Fifty years ahead of time? That's fucking impossible!"

"Implausible, Mr. Umos," said Dr. Melsbach gravely. "Implausible. And yes, it did. Allow me to pull up the transcript for you..." He tapped a few more commands on the holoscreen and words appeared in the primitive dialog box.

WHEN THE MEN-NOT-MEN GROW WEARY OF THE CHASE AND WHEN THEIR QUARRY, AN AGILE AND LITHE SERPENT, REFUSES TO TIRE OF HIS PATHETIC ATTEMPTS TO ESCAPE HIS PURPOSE, FROM AMONG THE PUPPETEERS SHALL A LEADER BE CHOSEN, A MAN-CREATION BORN OF FLESH BUT MARRIED TO MACHINE, A LEADER OF MEN-NOT-MEN. THE MAN-CREATION SHALL CRAFT OF MEN-NOT-MEN A MONGOOSE, A CREATURE TO DEVOUR THE SERPENT, AND THIS MONGOOSE SHALL STRIKE AT AN ANTHILL, WHEREIN THE SERPENT HIDES. YET THE SERPENT IS EVER UNDERESTIMATED AND SHALL STRIKE UPON THE MONGOOSE A DEADLY BLOW BEFORE ESCAPING, NOT ONLY WEAKENING HIS ENEMIES BUT ALSO GROWING IN POWER HIMSELF, ALTHOUGH THE ANTHILL SHALL SUFFER THE WORST FATE OF THIS BATTLE, CRUSHED BETWEEN THE HAMMER AND THE ANVIL.

Umos looked over at Dr. Melsbach, having read the message. "Is it always this... metaphorical in its descriptions?"

Dr. Melsbach shrugged. "That would be one of the more obvious foretellings, actually. Most of the other events are foretold in an even more obscure manner."

"But how exactly does this relate to Operation Mongoose, though?" asked Umos.

"I thought it was obvious," said Dr. Melsbach, slightly surprised. "The 'men-not-men' are BlueGate's vatsoldiers, which is actually better explained in a different, although not yet confirmed foretelling. The 'serpent' here appears to be something, or someone, that you were chasing - without success, it seems - and happened to be hiding in Denver when you wiped the city-state off the face of the planet. Also it apparently escaped and dealt a heavy blow to your forces, which may help pin down its identity. The 'puppeteers' are BlueGate. An apt description, wouldn't you say? And you, Mr. Umos, are the 'man-creation married to machine', again an accurate description, what with you being nearly 50% cybernetic and so on. The 'mongoose' metaphor means a creature that devours serpents, which fits with the previously established 'serpent' metaphor, and also happens to perfectly match the name of your operation. So, you made a special 'mongoose' task force of vatsoldiers to 'devour' this 'serpent', which happened to be hiding in the 'anthill' which is - or was - Denver. As I said earlier, the 'serpent' did a lot of damage to your forces, grew stronger, and escaped, and Denver was utterly annihilated. Does the foretelling make more sense now?"

"Yes..." said Umos thoughtfully, "Yes, it does."

[20minutesofcoherence]

Bluegate//Demon_Project:Stress

Peter briefly examined the large metal door in front of him. It was a sturdy steel and titanium construction, the perfect door for blocking the entrance to a bunker. However, its placement this deep into the Bluegate/Demon Project subterranean research compound suggested that it was actually meant to keep someone... or something from getting out rather than getting in.

He glanced at the door terminal to his right, a podium with a hologram interface. It was currently grumbling faintly, and periodically flashing white and orange. Thea, his team's hacker for this mission, had broken into the compound's network from a terminal just inside the main defenses, and was currently tearing through the door's security. According to the information she had gathered shortly after breaking into the system, their target was supposed to be right behind this door.

Behind Peter, his assault platoon guarded the corridors leading away from their position. Five teams of five soldiers each, for a total of twenty-five heavily armored, well-armed, and disciplined killing machines. Another twenty-five man platoon was back near the top of the compound, protecting Thea. Her physical body was utterly helpless as long as her mind remained jacked into the network.

With a quiet whirr, the podium's interface hologram turned blue and displayed Bluegate's symbol. The large bunker-door lifted up, revealing a sinister-looking laboratory. The three semicircular desks were small and well-organized, their built-in monitors displaying some sort of biological readouts; most of the room was taken up by eight strange, transparent canisters full of thick, multicolored chemicals. In the middle of the far wall was a large cylindrical tank, filled with a bubbling green liquid. Inside it floated the man they had come to rescue, completely naked except for a breathing mask strapped to his nose and mouth and a Medusa-like mess of electrodes and IV tubes connected to various points on his body. That man was Operative Lucas "Junior" Jameson.

One five-soldier entry team followed Peter into the laboratory. Thea had already broken into the lab's systems and started the draining process. Peter and his team walked over to the tank, opening it and disconnecting Lucas as soon as the fluid had finished draining out.

"This is Spear Platoon, we have the target," Peter radioed to Thea. "Proceeding to rendezvous with Falcon. Over."

"This is Shield Platoon," responded Thea. "Copy that, Spear. Removing traces of our operation here, will then proceed to rendezvous with Eagle. See you back at base. Over and out."

Lucas woke up groggily as the platoon's medics examined and clothed him. He mumbled something unintelligible. Peter lifted the visor on his helmet and walked over.

"Hey, Junior," he said, "I'm here. We got you. We're getting you out of here. Don't worry."

Lucas only seemed to vaguely recognize him. "No..." he mumbled. "Can't... can't go. Leave me... here. I... I'm dangerous. Can't fix..."

"Just rest," said Peter. "I'm sure we can fix whatever they did to you once we get back to base. Just relax and let us do the work."

"Can't..." groaned Lucas, "Can't fix a monster..."

The platoon hurried towards the exit. They were 5 floors underground, and the locks Thea had set, holding most of the Bluegate soldiers inside their barracks, would only last for a few more minutes before someone hacked through. They reached the cargo elevator unimpeded, but Peter got a comm signal from Thea as they passed the third floor.

"This is Shield Platoon, floodgates are down," said Thea. "Repeat, floodgates are down. We are at rendezvous point with Eagle, but we can't lift off properly with this much incoming fire. Will try to sap power from compound generators to recharge dropship defensive systems. Be on your guard. Over."

"This is Spear Platoon," replied Peter, "Copy that, Shield. We will head over to reinforce your position. Over and out."

Lucas continued to mumble something to himself, supported by two of the three medics in Peter's platoon. The cargo elevator stopped at floor 0, ground level. Just as the doors opened, Peter ordered his platoon to flash and smoke the rooms leading towards the exit, switching his visor to thermal-vision along with the rest of the soldiers. The five soldiers wearing Titan-4 Armor Enhancement Suites deployed mobile barriers just as a hail of gunfire poured into the cargo elevator. The Bluegate soldiers had finally broken through Thea's locks, meaning Peter only had a few brief minutes before his platoon would not only be outgunned, but also outnumbered.

The Titan-4 soldiers pushed forward, their barriers soaking up enemy gunfire; meanwhile, the rest of Peter's squad did their best to lay down cover fire. Round after round slammed into the Titan-4 barriers, yet they continued to inch forward. A couple of Peter's soldiers, armed with grenade launchers, cut a swath through the Bluegate soldiers, but it wouldn't last for long. The smoke and repeated flash grenades made it difficult to see anything, even with the soldiers' thermal-vision active. The deafening noise of the gunfight only made things worse.

As they reached the halfway point between the cargo elevator and the surface exit, the barrier on one of the Titan-4 soldiers crackled, spat out a shower of sparks and smoke, and failed. He was riddled with bullets almost immediately, and the soldiers he had been protecting fell soon after. The other four Titan-4s' barriers were weakening, too, and the fall of one Titan-4 had allowed the Bluegate soldiers to concentrate more fire on the others' barriers. Another one fell. Peter swore in frustration. They were so close to the end, and already he had lost ten men.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Lucas was standing behind him, wearing a pair of shorts and a wifebeater. But something was... wrong about him. His eyes had a strange, predatory glint to them. And vertical pupils. His stance was not the slightly slouched, relaxed pose Peter had always seen him in. Lucas looked like he was itching to tear something apart, and only just barely restraining himself. He was also far more muscular than Peter had remembered.

"Leave... them... to me," growled Lucas in a strange, guttural voice that Peter had never heard before. "And... stand... out of... the way."

Before Peter could react, Lucas tensed, screaming like a man being tortured to death. His muscles swelled, bulging, and his clothes burst, falling away in rags. His head warped, elongating into a reptilian, almost dragon-like snout, complete with a double row of teeth. A long, powerful tail sprouted from his lower back. His hands and feet stretched and grew, forming massive, sharp talons. His whole body grew a short, thick coat of red fur. At some point during the transformation, Lucas' tortured screaming had turned into a guttural roar, a deep, gravelly war-cry that touched the most primeval parts of Peter's brain. Every fiber in Peter's body was begging him to run away. Away from this artificial apex predator, this unnatural monster.

Is this... wondered a tiny voice in the back of Peter's mind, is this what Demon Project has been working on? Turning people into monsters? Demons?

With another terrifying roar, the demon charged and leaped over the Titan-4 soldiers. The gunfire had briefly stopped due to Lucas' screaming and roaring, but the Bluegate soldiers started firing upon the demon as soon as it burst through the last of the smoke. It was too fast. Unnaturally fast, said the tiny voice in Peter's head. The demon took a handful of rifle rounds to the flank and tore into one group of Bluegate soldiers, quite literally shredding them in a matter of seconds. It didn't even appear to notice the wounds. The Bluegate soldiers deployed their own Titan-4 AES, but the demon charged up and crushed it between its powerful talons and jaws as if the barrier had been made of wet paper. The demon charged through the Bluegate soldiers, toward the exit, leaving a trail of gore and carnage in its wake.

After a few seconds, Peter realized why the demon had been able to ignore all of those gunshot wounds. Each wound on its body was gone by the next time Peter managed to get a good look at it. The demon was healing at a rate that would have been considered physically impossible by any biologist Peter could think of, and yet there it was, shrugging off rifle fire like so much rain.

Peter finally recovered slightly from the shock of what he had just seen, and hurried his platoon toward the exit. They barely slowed to finish off the few Bluegate soldiers the demon had left behind, but the enemy was broken and disorganized now. It was like crushing insects on the sidewalk. Less than a minute later, Peter and his platoon reached the exit, where two dropships were warming up to lift off. Any Bluegate soldiers that had been outside were now dead, torn to shreds or riddled with gunfire. Thea's platoon had also taken casualties, about as heavily as Peter's platoon had.

They were all staring at an unconscious, human Lucas. He was lying on a pile of gore and carnage, surrounded by the mutilated corpses of his enemies. Peter had never seen anyone sleeping so peacefully before.

[20minutesofcoherence]

Transmission 21045

CONNECTION OPENED

SECURING LINK... SECURED

BEGIN TRANSMISSION

June 20th, 2528

Hey. Operative 'Junior' here. I only have a few minutes from the moment I open this connection, so I'll try to be brief.

A few things I've found this month are... particularly disturbing.

Item the first: I've stumbled across records in the Company's history dating back to the 22nd century. I wasn't able to get a good look at them without risking discovery, but I'll see if I can arrange another window of opportunity. In any case, I see two possibilities: either they're falsified or, more likely, the Company does actually predate the Firestorms. If it has indeed existed, or at least been spawned from a parent company that has existed since the days of the supposed 'north-american union' or whatever it was called... I'm afraid to think of what forgotten technologies they might have access to. This would indeed put the Company at the top of our investigative priority.

Item the second: Bluegate Manufacturing is a front. I haven't been able to find out who exactly they're a cover for, but I can tell you right now that there are at least four layers to this, maybe more, and the Company is somehow involved with Gaia Biotech. Important keyphrase #1: Operation Olympus Masque. Important keyphrase #2: The Hall of The Exalted. I don't know what these phrases refer to, but I cannot emphasize enough that these phrases are IMPORTANT. They will show up again in intercepted transmissions, so take note of them. Maybe you'll find out on your own what I can't find here.

Item the third: I might not be able to transmit again for a while. Possibly never again, period. I've caught wind of some kind of personnel redistribution going on, something alternately referred to as "re-purposing" or "lateral promotion". I don't know what it is, but apparently I'm one of the 'lucky' ones selected for it. Total personnel selected is about 500, by my estimation. I'm going to try to get out of it, but so far my perspectives are looking pretty bleak.

I think that's... wait. This just in.

Item the fourth: "re-purposing" mentioned in previous item is apparently connected to something called... "Demon Project". I have no idea what that is. First time I've heard of it. Recommend alerting all other operatives about this "Demon Project". Maybe they know something.

They're calling us. I have to go. Looks like I won't be getting out of this "lateral promotion" to "Demon Project" after all, whatever it-

CONNECTION LOST

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