#erik solace

[eriksolacesmonsterlab]

Erik steeples his fingers together. He's watching his monitors.

He can sell this. Egotistical Fox versus Hot-Headed Cowboy. It is probably an interest or kink for someone.

[eriksolacesmonsterlab]

"SyBiL. Take note. Demon hybrid appears temperamental. Fast to anger. Purchase tranquilizers of varying potency. And holy water as an additional measure."

[eriksolacesmonsterlab]

He wonders how much fun it would be. Injecting his favorite angel with a paralytic. How long would it last? The subject is capable of cellular regeneration at a rapid rate. How would that work against an external force which shuts down its faculties? If it is not human would it work with similar results? Would the variance in biology reduce effectiveness? How long until mobility would be restored to its body?

Even more entertaining. How would severing the spinal cord be? How long until motor control is restored? It can recover from anything that he has seen. How long would it take? Its body limp and lifeless but alive fills him with a yearning need. He could do so much worse than Dawn. He would push the subject to its limits and record its results.

He could not wait. Ares had shown him just how helpless it could be. The scream alone had cracked the lens of his cameras. He needs to see more. In person. He should see how it is to be inside him himself. Except he will see more, remove more vital organs. It may be interesting to see how long it takes to grow them back. If what is removed remains viable. The subject could be an endless supply.

And the angel would look so beautiful on display on his operating table.

[eriksolacesmonsterlab]

"Jonathan has the right idea."

[eriksolacesmonsterlab]

Pen snap.

He is not his. The shadow does not own his angel. No one else does. He was created for him. No one else. He has had his eyes on him for years. And he will have him. He will take him apart on his table and splice his atoms. He will be the one to find his limit, and partake of his blood. His flesh. The electric current his angel runs with. He will experience it all. And then he will store him in pieces. Organs on shelves. Wings strung up. Heart carved open. Meat on hooks blood in vials and bones on display. And he will see just what kind of torture his sweet angel can return from. Beheading? Eaten? Frozen? Cremation? Possibilities do not end.

He is not for that creature of shadows. He will move up the timetable if he must. If more and more decide they want his monster. He will make his move soon. Sooner.

The Angel is his. All his.

[eriksolacesmonsterlab]

Erik I drew this picture of us together. I would've drawn you holding me but I can only draw people in a static pose and not interacting with things so it's us standing next to each other

"My my. It isn't often that a creature such as you would be particularly submissive towards your superiors. Let alone offer gifts. I'm impressed by your desire to be liked, Rabbit."

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"The ego on some of these creatures. They assume it is about them. There are many with similar skills. More as well." He was without a doubt speaking of them directly.

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It sure did change your future, didn't it? It made you into a monster because you thought you had the right to kill someone just because they weren't human, and because you were curious and got a kick out of it

A hand waves. "You masked creatures always spout your morals with conviction. But you are wrong. These things are dangerous. Creatures that cannot die? Beings with tails for smashing men to paste? With fangs that tear out throats? With magic that twists the world to their whims? They are the true threat. I aim to understand them and their limitations. I will arm humanity with knowledge." It was fun and gratifying as well, but that need not be said.