“Exactly, make them us. We would have no one against us, this world would be ours for the taking.” He grins. “Don’t you see, Dawn, we could play god? Make our own army!”
“And who would be left to fight? No one should play god, humans serve a purpose, leave them to it, we are better hiding in the dark,” I whisper. “Look at what we do to those we deem weaker than us. How can you really think we are right to rule this earth? We kill everything we touch! Corrupt it and use it, draining it.”
“Dawn.” He sighs in disappointment, looking back at the man who is making notes as he watches the heart. I watch it too, and it slowly starts to beat again, to pump as we stare. “You wanted to know, this is the truth.”
“You are breeding supernaturals with ancient, powerful beings against their will and changing humans with torture...and magic and science? Does that about cover it?”
“Yes, I am creating a whole new world, Dawn. One where we no longer have to hide, one where our power, our hungers and needs, are seen as normal, not wrong. They have had their time, now it is ours, and you are either with us or against us. I can use you either way,” he growls.
“How?” I whisper, watching as the man picks up the now beating heart and stalks back over to the woman. With delicate hands, he presses the heart back into her chest and steps back, blood dripping from his fingers to the white floor.
Nothing happens at first, then slowly, ever so slowly, the bones rebreak and bend, the skin knitting together over the cavern until nothing remains but a corpse. Then her chest lifts with a breath, and I watch as she blinks those once empty grey eyes. They bleed to purple for a moment before she blinks again, her head turning to look at the ceiling. Her skin seems to smooth, her hair growing rapidly until it hangs from the table.
“You are changing her into a monster.”
“We are remaking her, Dawn, and you? You were the very first,” he offers.
“What do you mean? You said my genes changed when I chose to fight, to live, not to die,” I recall, feeling lost, and for once very unsure of what to do. What’s happening here is atrocious, even for monsters this…this evil is so wrong.
The woman sits up, her back arching, tits swaying with the movement, and her head turns from side to side like a robot. What is she now? She was a human with hopes, dreams, fears, love...a home. Probably a family and now? Now she is whatever they want her to be. Nothing more than an experiment, something to control. Her eyes are vacant...still dead.
“You see, we can’t create a soul. For now he has been struggling to get them to function like us. They are simply vessels, servants very similar to my nephilim, but you?” He turns, eyes blazing with something, and I step back, knowing I’m not going to like whatever he’s going to say.
“All your life, Dawn, have you not felt different? Like something is missing? Just out of your reach? You were the very first, he did not work for me then, he was doing it in secret, trying different things. A lot of them died. You weren’t made in a lab, no, he found your mother when she was pregnant and low on money. Money opens a lot of doors, it did with her. She let him run tests on her baby. She thought he was trying to find a cure to an autoimmune disease, but really he injected pure power and magic into the embryo. Into you. He watched her, and when you were born human, he thought he had failed so he left you alone. Just another sheep. We all felt it that night, the night your power was unlocked. He did as well and sought you out. But we couldn’t find you until, suddenly, you came to us. Now here you are, our very best. The only one to ever survive, you are proof this works. You are the future.”
“I-I’m not like her!” I almost scream.
“No, you are better. A living, breathing, thinking, soul-filled creature. You have so much potential, so much untapped power…the things you could be, Dawn! Think of it! The things we could do together, and using the same process with you, we