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Chapter 2 by Arthor Thomarius Arthor Thomarius

Where do we start?

Professor Yolanda DeStantos- Her Student, Jack Majors-Original

Despite having multiple PhDs in fields as far ranging as quantum mechanics and Archeology, Dr. Yolanda DeStantos was considered a pariah in the world of academe for her theories about inter-dimensional travel and the occult. For over twenty years she had been obsessed with discovering the secret power of the ancients. She was convinced that bronze age civilizations had been in contact with extra-dimensional beings who had the powers to warp reality and were the masters over time and ****. Yolanda was determined to prove that it was possible to contact these entities and form a pact with them like the magi and wise women of old. That determination had cost Yolanda her reputation, her future career prospects, and eventually her marriage. Even her daughters thought that she was crazy. No matter, she would not be deterred from her goal to become the first great sorceress of the modern age!

All of that stubbornness was now paying off. After years of research and engineering. Yolanda was ready to show them how right she was with her soul-trainer. The device combined ancient magical spells with sophisticated chirped lasers to bridge the gap between the material world and a dimension Yolanda believed served as the earliest inspirations for Hell.
According to her research, ancient sorcerer-kings would send their most prized and valuable captives to be trained by demons to make them the most obedient and skilled of all slaves. The literature was quite clear that those sent to this other dimension would experience time in a drastically different fashion. The ancient texts spoke of old men and crones being sent to 'The Kennels' and return an instant later as nubiles in the prime of youth having experienced thousands of years of torturous training at the hands of cruel demonic masters. The ancient cuneiform tablets Yolanda had acquired on the black market gave her the clues she needed to adapt the spell to run on batteries instead of incense and human sacrifices.
With the soul-trainer now complete. Yolanda would be able to prove that not only was magic real, but that it could be harnessed for the betterment of humanity like any other science.
As Yolanda walked from the restroom back to her office her thoughts were focused on the singular problem of who to test the device on first. Whoever the soul-trainer effected would become the most slavishly devoted follower of the user, their mind and body permanently altered to exist only for the service and pleasure of whoever sent them to the extra-dimensional beings for training. The **** nature of its effects meant that it had to be used with the most **** levels of caution on only the worst kinds of people.
Yolanda walked into her office surprised to see a student actually showing up to her office hours. She recognized the frat-bro looking young man from her History of Science class, but for the life of her she could not remember his name. "Can I..." Yolanda's words froze in her mouth when she saw the young man holding her soul-trainer and pretending that the device was a penis. Realizing that he was being watched the young man turned around and looked embarrassed. "Oh, Hey Dr. D. Cool flashlight. Are these carvings on the side cuneiform?" The young man saw the expression on his teacher's face and had the sinking suspicion that he was in a lot of trouble.
"Give it..." Yolanda commanded as she violently reached to tear her life's work out of the hands of this twenty year old kid with no idea he was holding the greatest scientific achievement since the steam engine.
The snarling rage in his professor's face made the young man's finger twitch. The twitch activated the laser which energized Yolanda's cells with the extra-dimensional harmonics that aligned with the realm the ancient ones referred to as The Kennels.
Yolanda felt the world stop. She sat frozen in the space between spaces before the actinic forces enveloped her being. Yolanda could hear sadistic laughter as her soul was plunged into a timeless eternity of torment.

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