"Where the hell are you people getting this stingy poison?" Done neutralizing all the samples from Dominion's body, rciella didn't want to ever go through it again. "Thank the lord it already has a host or just trying to separate it would've suffocated us all to death."
"How about you stop complaining since you did offer your help unsolicited?" Tired of rciella's winging, the goblin queen howled through gritted teeth.
Her hands still busy handling the extract vials, the goblin queen fused them with morsels of mana and moved it along to dusa down the line. Taking the vial from the queen, dusa set them up individually to be turned into potions for pregnancy. However, only now a great hurdle had presented itself to the research team.
'Fine-tuning potions was Moriyana's forte, but…' Shifting her gaze to the mistress of greed, the goblin queen wasn't too pleased about having to ask for rciella's help. 'Should I really trust her or-ughhh!'
Hit with a sudden migraine, the queen's body crouched in hurt, and the vials in her hands slipped through her fingers. As the glasses shattered after hitting the surface, dusa and the other helpers rushed closer to the queen.
"Are you okay?!" dusa asked, her eyes wide open with terror.
"I-"
Before the queen could reply, rciella grabbed her by the shoulders and helped her to prop herself back up on her feet.
"Between the elven village and this facility, it seems like you're pushing yourself a little too much. Why not leave things to dusa and while you get so rest?" dusa suggested, looking right into the queen's eyes.
Changing their tint from green to red and then vice versa, the queen's eyes were acting erratic from the migraine. Pinching her nose, she closed her eyes trying to fight the pain. But like a paradise, the hurt kept squirming in her head without any signs of stopping anyti soon.
"Ughh!" Slipping out of rciella's hands, the queen began stomping her feet as if enraged by her persisting pain. "W-what the…"
Feeling light-headed, the queen fell into dusa's arms. Held in the lamia's hands, she glanced around her at the world spinning through her vision. Getting worse and worse by the second, she tried to crawl her way up with the help of dusa's body, but rciella bound the queen in a conjured wrapping made of paper.
"What are you doing?!" dusa scread, having no clue as to what was going on.
"The poison must've affected her, you should spend more ti taking her away than yelling at like that," rciella responded with a sharp gaze and a light smile. Looking around at the others cramped in the small facility packed with nurous chained test subjects and apparatus, rciella sowed the seeds of fear even further. "Everyone leave! Staying here is a hazard, especially since the poison got the queen even!"
Following her words, hushed whispers lingered throughout the lab. From one ear to another, from one breath to the next, fear and conjecture spewed into the heart of all present. The queen of goblins was quickly taken out of the room, and into the open, however, while her struggling fra was taken from under the ever-stretching seams of stairs stretching upwards, plenty of rumors began to float everywhere.
No longer confined to just the lab, the news soon made its way to all kinds of facilities. Making it much harder for the managent to control everyone's fear along with their desire to distance themselves from the allegedly poisoned laboratory.
Surprisingly enough, the whole ordeal did not take more than a few hours, sothing neither rciella nor Klaus had expected when they ca up with the plans to steal the demigod's extract to create their own godly army.
Being a demon lord, rciella was left alone in the lab with nobody concerned for her safety. Instead even dusa expected her to be the one to cure the ethereal poison spreading instead, when in reality no such outbreak had occurred at all.
"Origami: Puppets!" Summoning an army of thin paper dolls, rciella had them gather all the extract vials belonging to Dominion.
'Be done quick, I can't control the goblin queen's mind from the village for long.' Hearing Klaus's voice in her head, rciella opened a teleportation portal with the dragon scale ring and ordered the paper dolls to carry the vials through it.
"I have to admit, when I left for here, I didn't expect you'd be able to corrupt the queen's mind," rciella muttered, a devious smile curling up her lips.
'Just do as we planned before anyone finds out. I can't keep pretending to be a mindless drone like these three here!' Saying that Klaus cut the ntal line between the two.
Letting out a sigh, rciella began replacing the stolen extract with a clear liquid that closely resembled the extract. With this, the potions were dood to be failures, but since the queens were in their testing stage to create gods, these failures would easily be explained.
"Now we just need to convert these into potions and use them on soone," rciella muttered to herself, trying to think of a victim she could use in her secret experintations far away from here.
Musing through her options, she wandered lonesoly around the whole lab. Hanging loosely from the stair railing, skipping one step to the other, and even teleporting about randomly, all the while in her mind she tried to figure out who to make a god's vessel.
"No way will I choose myself, then who should it be? Azalea, perhaps? Torturing her would definitely be fun." The more thought she gave to it, the more she was inclined to follow through. But even then, Azalea would only be able to carry a single kid, when to make an army they'll need more than a few thousand of the sa. "Hmm? Then how should I-"
'Wait…' Stopping her own words, rciella realized sothing important. 'Unlike Atlas, Dominion is a demi-god, aning he's part human. What if anyone can host his child since he's not entirely a god and doesn't need another god to host his children?'
When it ca to Atlas, only Destinia could've hosted his kid, given that she was the only other god. And although Asmodia too could've survived rearing his child, being a demon she couldn't possibly get pregnant.
"Very well…" rciella mumbled to herself.
Holding her hand forward, a storm of small paper shards swiftly flew forward and conford into a conjoined paper replica of rciella's own body. Running her hand up and down the clone, the mistress gave it skin, clothes, and organs to properly replicate her body.
"You'll be helping the queens with the experint and report to everything that you see at the end of the day," she ordered the clone, and it simply nodded, not possessing much of a will of its own.
Opening the teleportation portal again, rciella walked right into it, leaving the lab's ss in the hands of her replica clone. Coming out on the other end, she found herself in the sa lab that Deus had once used to try and create a body for Haruki with Fay's help. Unsurprisingly, Klaus was already there, setting things up for them to start working on.
"Took your ti," he complained, turning around to look at her.
Dressed in an all-rubber suit, he had insulted every inch of his skin to keep away from whatever the extracts were made of. Finding his asures a bit extre, rciella let out a laugh. In the anti, while the two reconciled, the paper dolls made short of the vial placent and laying down of the inked plans.
"What do you say, ready to create an army of gods?" Her hands rested on her hips, rciella smiled ear to ear.
Heaving a sigh with a dejected gaze, Klaus glanced up at rciella before replying.
"I hope they can defeat that bitch Helga or else none of this would matter," in his mind, Haruki wasn't even the real hurdle to their conquest. Helga on the other hand, a Valkyrie who could strip their powers away was soone they have to take down no matter whatever it takes.
"By the way…" Moving closer to rciella, Klaus proposed a question he'd been thinking of since the emperor's death. "What are we fighting for now? The natural order? What even is that anymore?"
Shrugging her shoulders, rciella relayed her indifference to whatever it was that they'd been fighting for for years.
"Who the fuck knows? For now, it's about our own survival," Getting even closer to him, rciella wrapped her fingers around Klaus's masked face. "We've lived for who knows how long? Maybe it's ti to live for ourselves and not so tyrannical master. What do you say?"
Klaus let the thoughts settle in his mind for a brief mont, but then, feeling a strange pull by the promise of freedom, he couldn't help but nod at the mistress.
"You're right," he muttered, she smiled.
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