Devil's Limelight

Handy Work
Within the Black Vox, a prison now under the control of Tartaros, in one of the cells, was the dark demon known as Noirlok Salo, with three tied prisoners before him. The walls were white and dirty with blood, yet Noirlok cleaned the wall using a wet towel, holding a bucket of water, as Mary, his new "pet", simply sat by idle, bored, staring at the bloodied prisoners after being subjected to Noirlok's testing. It was fun for her, seeing how vicious Noirlok was under his calm demeanor, poisoning and using these people as puppets. He has no reason to be gentle with them. In the end, being with this demon wasn't so bad.

The smell of murder made it all worth it.

"There." Noirlok squeezed the towel of the reddened water, tossing the towel onto the table "All clean. Today was productive as usual.".

"Their screams were dull..." Mary said, puckering her lips and puffing her cheeks in irritation, tapping her feet together "I expected alot more blood too! You're going soft!".

Noirlok swiped his heads to the sides, sighing "Mary..." Before Noirlok could continue, one of the prisoners grunted, which was odd, all three are supposed to be dead and ressurected in the Hell's Core. Noirlok approached the prisoner, a child-like man, who was older than it seemed. Noirlok lifted his head by his chin, as the prisoner openned his eyes.

"W-...What is...happening...?" The prisoner spoke, coughing blood.

"Alive." Noirlok said, his tone remaining the same, but there was a hint of surprise "Ah, perhaps it is..." Noirlok turned to Mary, signalling her to come closer, as she did, standing next to him "The new virus we concoted...is it within him?".

"Oh, it's growing. That's a shock...usually, the Etherious Virus dies before it can fully mutate." Mary said "The Etherious Virus worked...?".

"Let's test it out." Noirlok uncuffed the prisoner, pulling him off the chair, letting him fall off the chair "Are you awake and aware, boy?".

"Haah...haaah..." The prisoner panted, getting up and looking at Noirlok "...Go to Hell...".

"We're already there." Without warning Noirlok delivered a vicious right punch to the prisoner's stomach, causing the prisoner to cough up blood and fall on his knees, almost vomitting from the impact "Huh, I actually felt that. I struck with the intent to kill, yet you live." Noirlok grabbed the prisoner's hair, pulling him and tossing him against the wall, striking it, and breaking the concrete wall "Let's see how well your body holds up..." Noirlok said, emulating the motion of cracking bones, though nothing came out, clenching both hands into fists, in order to proceed to senselessly beat and test the prisoner's new body.