That Which Is Enslaved
Sutorimu was glad.
He was glad that the barrier between spirits and mortals had ended at last in Kamigawa.
He was glad most kami were dead.
He was glad most of the conservative opposition had been phyrexianized and then died.
And he was glad he could experiment to his heart's content, free from morality and shackles.
Under the deck, in the vastness of the lab, moans of pain coloured the night like the chirping of songbirds. Most of the victims were captured from Order of Jukai cells; Sutorimu thought it most proper that those that opposed his researched would feel the most pain. A woman was bissected in half, mechanical claws touching nerve endings. An orochi had their face ripped off, exposing the back of the throat and parts of the brain, wires surging electricity through both. An aven - an off world rarity that just had to be possessed - was flayed alive, ice applied to deltoid processes.
The experiments were not purposeless. Through understanding pain, Sutorimu could build interfaces more efficiently. Soon there'd be only the need to think. Though the misery wrought upon those who previously obstructed his path was delicious in its own way.
"A new batch has arrived" Mizu, Sutorimu's kitsune assistant, said.
"Good. Execute protocol Irawashi at once."
The doors opened and naked captives entered. Setting their eyes on the experiments before them, they instantly despaired and wailed. An akki was instead consumed by rage, and fired bellowed from their mouth, burning their fellow prisoners and a lot of equipment. Many merciful deaths followed, and Sutorimu could not abide by that.
He cleared his mind, thinking of raging streams and snow-capped mountains. Extending his fingers, a blizzard shot forth, silencing the akki's fire and blowing them - and others - across the wall. Then he did it again and again, blowing the prisoners into another wall and another. In tight spaces, control over air was a useful skill, allowing one to batter victims repeatedly, the wind a sledgehammer. Soon, they were too bruised to resist, and the machines tore them apart.
Peace was restored, and the wailing continued.
