Descent

[youdude 104]

In  an ruined town, a bell would ring for its very last time. It draws you into the dim depths of the decrepit stone building bearing it, the door creaking as it opens. Once inside, the stench of rot and dried blood floods your sences, and upon lighting a torch, you realise its insides must have once been neatly furnished as a home or possibly a workplace... You cant quite tell as its now only a ghost of what it once was.  Tables flipped, shelves broken, books shredded, medical tools and vials on the floor- as if something went rampage. Only one thing remains relatively untouched, a writing desk with an extinguished candle. Upon it are various notes, scribbles and simbols which seem to be mostly about anotomy and various mechanisms. But one book stands out, A leather-bound journal.
 

 

Upon skimming it, you'd notice how neat the handwriting is at first, yet with each passing page it progressively gets messier and sloppier. You assume its writer either got mad, or just slowly became lazy.
Page 1

The first page seems to be an introduction, and an explanation of its contents, confirming that this is indeed a journal.
 
"These are the persional thoughts and research notes of Savet Ultyma, a scientist first and a doctor second."

"After long consideration I've went into exile/hiding, the recent memory loss leaving me hated and hunted by both the common folk and the cult of Iblees. With this in mind, I may not live to pass on my discoveries and breakthroughs so this journal shall  hopefully be of use, dear reader. I shall write an entry every seed to spare you any unnecesary reading and rambling."

Page 2

The page is just a normal journal entry, noted as 'first month of exile'.
 
"The month has been spent mostly gathering up supplies and equipment, trying to do so in secret has proven quite difficult. My defective ear and eye-discoloration is quite an easily noticable feature so glasses and a hat were necessary. But this was a discovery of trial and error, one I only made after I've been chased across a field of wheat with delicate equipment in hand. I felt like a petty street thief in all honesty, and was disgusted to look at myself in the mirror for an entire day after the ordeal. But such is the price of setting up a functioning laboratory, which i've managed quite nicely by the way. Im also thankful of my own location, this old building near a graveyard. I've dug up a corpse, stapled its limbs together and used it as an anatomical skeleton model. I've named the bundle of bones Jerry for comical reasons. The isolation hasn't had much of an effect on me yet thankfully, though every time I look at Jerry I swear he isn't in the place I left him."
 
In the corner of the messy building, you indeed see this alleged Jerry, but it seems he's now sporting a classy suit.  Good for you, Jerry.

Page 3

The page is just a normal journal entry, noted as 'second month of exile'.
 "The month has been spent in peace and work. Meditation and exercise have kept my mind sharp and my body fitter than ever. Work and experimentation has went well, and its how I spent most of my time. I was even so lucky to come across a wounded man, which I gladly took  in as a research subject. He was doomed to die anyway, why not make use of the poor soul. So in the name of research I've systematically questioned him about his life. The autopsy didn't reveal much other that he indeed was an avid drinker as he said, his liver in quite a state. I discarded the organ and preserved as much as I could. Isolation still hasn't affected me."
The dark turn of  the tale makes you look around, the broken jars on the shelf and the rotten-smelling liquid inside even more unsettling than before.

Page 4

The page is just a 'normal' journal entry, noted as 'third month of exile'.

"I am amazed at how much you can find out by just opening a body up. Its almost too easy to read a person with their insides on display. I have no idea why this isn't a standard procedure in interrogation. I've even managed to keep a captured subject alive after the examination so its not even lethal! But what bothers me is how oddly easy it is to get subjects to trust and follow you. Are we all so weak-willed, so easily misslead? How frail is a mind? This needs further experimentation. Isolation still hasn't affected me."

 

Page 5

The page is just a 'normal' journal entry, noted as 'fourth month of exile'.

"Breaking a mind has proven to be just as easy as disecting. Simply isolate the person, submerge them darkness, offer them no sounds and in a matter of days they begin screaming. Sadly, finding subjects has become increasingly harder, people starting to fear the tall gray figure offering freindly help. I am honest too, I'll help them, their offspring, their family, their fathers. Everyone will benefit from my work. A goal to my research has finally been set, improving upon the creators initial design. Transcend the need for a god. I was weak when I supposedly followed the occult, but Im learning. Slowly I'll be able to replace weakness, remove it, cut it away. Perfection. Isolation still hasn't affected me."

Page 6

The page is just a 'normal' journal entry, noted as 'fifth month of exile'.

"A crypt has been transformed into my laboratory. I've begun systematically removing fears, desires, persionality from subjects. Only a few dont end their own life, but the ones that do are re-used. Improving upon the mind is one thing, but the body is still weak. It can be so much stronger, so much tougher. We have a hormone that actually limits muscle growth. Although removing it eventually causes heart-failure, its clear that with work, reducing its amount would lead to beneficial strength increase. I am starting an evolution. Isolation still hasn't affected me."

Page 7

The page is just a 'normal' journal entry, noted as 'seventh month of exile'.

"Ive been spending too much time in my laboratory, almost forgot to eat, sleep, drink. Im lucky I even noticed my writing desk to remember I had a duty to document my work. Progress is steady, yet I've begun to experience haunting dreams. Jerry had a talk with me about how 'immoral' my work is. Its true that lives have been ended and ruined, but it was in the name of Science. Still my faithful freind has convinced me to stop taking new subjects and make do with what I have. But that gave me a new idea. Why try and change upon an existing design when I could make a new one! Isolation still hasn't affected me."

Page 8

The page is just a 'normal' journal entry, noted as 'twelfth month of exile'. The handwriting is a lot less neat, almost rushed.

"I need to be breif, my work awaits. Creating new life has proven to be more difficult than I had originaly imagined, the preserved organs useless. Yet with a breaktrough, I have managed to revive my own creation, using freshly extracted material. Although its eyeless mouthless form seemed to writhe in pain and agony, this is just the beginning. Isolation still hasn't affected me."

Page 9

The page is a rushed journal entry, noted as 'fifteenth month of exile'. 

"Flesh is weak, decays and rips. I've been focusing on it too much. I can adapt my work, just as mother nature adapts. Every created life has died, the record was three weeks. The still-phisically normal subjects seem to have gone mad from watching my work. Weaklings. My own fault for not conditioning them. Out of pity I ended their lives, stopped their judging stares. They know nothing of my genious. Isolation still hasn't affected me."

Page 10

The page is this time suprisingly neat again, the author taking his time to write this. Its noted as the 'sixteenth month of exile'.

"Strengthening flesh with metal and iron has proven to be effective. Bones reinforced and flesh toughened. Although the living body rejects such implants most of the time, with careful treatment and proper medicine it can be convinced to accept them. This has opened up so many new opportunities. I've run out of subjects, and Jerry still insists on taking new ones being too 'immoral'. He forgets I still have myself. Isolation still hasn't  affected me."

Page 11-??

The pages from this point on are barely readable, this the last page that makes sence, the last page not covered in odd simbols and soaked in what can only be blood. There is no date or title.

"Isolation still hasn't affected me. I've ascended now. I've evolved despite Jerrys efforts to stop me. The metals in my body hurt, the stiches now rather covering. But Im stronger than ever- Maybe I dont have to hide anymore. I will be hated, hunted.. But I can fight now. I've beaten death."

"Pain is a side effect that can be removed."

"Isolation hasn't affected me."

 

((Did you enjoy it? Should I continue this untill the entirety of my absence has been acounted for RPly? Feedback appreciated!))
((Edit:  A few of my freinds have noted it seems like this has turned my character into something that needs Lore written for it. It hasn't, just note this is the writings of a mad individual; Not reflecting what happened too realistically.))

[Glyc 234]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.