Things that should not be.

The first stop is a trip through the yellow zone. Though Medivy lacks permission to work on anything as dangerous as the Lilith Strain, you've seen facilities like this before. Glove boxes, quarantine zones. They are very high tech and very impressive. However, there is nothing all that impressive, at least until Jonathon reaches the far wall. He simply lays a hand on the wall and a portion disappears leaving a hallway. The group walks through and the wall reappears. you are sure wether it is illusion, tech, or magic.

The group reaches the end of the hall and Jonathon stops and speaks to the wall.

"Jonathon Dryer seeking access."

A disembodied voice answers. "Scanning biometrics." Lasers run up and down Jonathon. "Identity confirmed, please enter code." A slide on the wall opens revealing a keypad. Jonathon punches in numbers. A moment later his phone rings. He answers, "Access required." A wall slides open revealing an elevator door. You step in truly excited. Jonathon smiles like a Cheshire Cat, "Welcome to the Red Zone."

You step into the elevator. The drop is more then several floors the door opens. In front of you is a giant open pool of black dust. It looks a lot like ash. Jonathon leans over grabs a handful and blows. The tiny specs blow into a little cloud then seem to dissappear.

Jonathon smiles. "This my friends is how we are going to take over the world. This microfine powder is an amazing piece of technology. With it we could infect thousands. A handful in a ventilation system, in a building, and everyone inside will be bowing to Lilith in an hour. However, it doesn't stay airborne long enough to infect a city. It is, however, perfect for your emitters. With only slight modifications we can turn an entire city into worshippers of our Goddess."

A few hours ago you would have been horrified, you suppose part of you still is. Now though the only thing you can think of is a million new obedient thralls of Lillith for you to fuck. You are wet. You resist the urge to slip a finger into your bare pussy. Instead you smile lasciviously at Mark. He returns the look. You are going to have to fuck him soon.

Jonathon begins walking and beckons the group to follow. "Most of the rest of the red zone is experiments, all of which were too interesting to terminate. On your right you'll notice some mushrooms."

You look to your right. Surrounded by a full glass enclosure, and an inner plastic enclosure, is a field of mushrooms. Each mushroom is fleshy and perfectly phallus shaped. They seem to track your every movement. You wonder just how much fun it would be to have a picnic in this field.

Christina leans in, seemingly reading your mind. "They aren't as much fun as you think, and there are consequences."

Jonathon continues, "These were originally conceived as a way to spread the attenuated virus. The hope was the spores would contain the virus and infect everyone nearby. It was an abject failure. The spores can't support the virus. However, the spores have some rather unusual properties. So we've kept the species alive for study."

He begins moving again, soon reaching another cage. There seems to be a single thin gaunt man inside. With lightning quickness he runs into the into cage and roars as he sees the group. You can help but jump.

Jonathon looks him in the eye. "Behave Methuselah." He turns to the group. "This is project Methuselah. It was an attempt to give humans eternal life without becoming demons. We inadvertently created him. He is, as near as we can tell, immortal. He has limited abilities to hypnotize humans, and an overwhelming desire to feed on human flesh. This cage has more security features than you can imagine, as we believe his strain is somewhat contagious."

Mark scrunches his face. "Why even keep him alive, isn't that dangerous?"

"I did say near as we can tell he is immortal. When we determined he was a failure we attempted to dispose of him a number of ways. We simply couldn't kill him. We even reduced him to ash. He pulled moisture from the air and simply reformed. Our best guess is reduction to ash and spreading those ashes over a great distance might do it. However, the ashes themselves might still be infectious. Besides, he has come in handy. Under a very special contract, we modified his virus to a certain clients specs. Let's keep moving."

Another fifty feet another cage. "Holy Wizard of Oz!" You whisper under your breath. Inside the cage are a half dozen monkeys with massive dicks and bat wings.

"These were an attempt to modify the virus to other animals. We generally refer to them as imps. They aren't intelligent enough to pose a major threat, so, we've kept them for further research. Moving right along."

The next and final cell in the red zone is an odd one. The room is dark. Jonathon hits a switch lighting the room for a moment. Inside is what can only be described as the most malevolent looking robot you've ever seen.

"This is Kojo, or what's left of him. he was in a horrific car accident. Thankfully for us he was never vaccinated for the Lilith Strain. His brain, heart, and some of his CNS was placed in a cyborg body. The organs were rather rapidly dying. Until we injected him with the Strain. He secreted something to allow acceptance of his many mechanical organs. We found him difficult to direct despite a control chip. Out of concern for the public we removed all his power sources and placed him in a maximum security cell. We are unwilling to dispose of him...yet. As his secretions may lead to a multi billion dollar ****."

"That my friends are the highlights of the Red Zone. We are going down to the Black Zone for one last little exhibit. Beyond that entering the rest of the Black Zone requires precautions we won't have time for today." He waves his hand and a wall dissappears. The elevator door opens. "Everyone in."

After another drop of several floors the door opens again. You step out.

"This way."

Jonathon stands in front of a modest cell. You look inside and gasp. It contains a Succubus. The pictures you've seen of demons clearly don't do them justice. Her skin is red and flawless. Her lips are the shiny black of pitch. A long tongue slips out of her gorgeous mouth. It slips around a pair of fangs suggestively. Two elegant horns protrude from her forehead. Her body is the perfect promise of sin. Her every move is promise of pleasure. She is the most gorgeous sexual creature you have ever seen. Despite being straight you want her. You can imagine her tongue dancing in your sex. You wish you could tear down the cage and taste her divine pussy. You finally realize the perfect beauty of the Goddess Lilith. You belong to her as much as this amazing creature before you does.

Jonathon breaks your trance. "Before you is what we shall become. Soon when the world is ours, we will ascend. We will become immortal. Not demons like her. She is here because she failed Lilith. She is here as punishment. We will become even greater." He turns to you. "Tara, have you made up your mind?"