CH10: Prepping For An Experiment

Once the rest of the pedophiles were gathered and assigned new roles, the children escorted out, and the constables called, I placed the necromancer on his own ritual pedestal. Fortunately, most of the children hadn't been abused too much so far. The ones who already abused the children they brought would become ingredients in my experiment. Cinder flamed in with Jim. Unfortunately, she forgot the pizza and had to go back.

Jim came over to me with a wheelbarrow full of dark texts. They might be helpful later if I ever needed a genuine undead army. But, of course, that was a line of research for another time. I had bigger fish to fry than HP world magic.

After all cultivation style puppets were on a level all their own. The necromancer was already here and had graciously volunteered. So, for my first step I forged the control rods.

Light and metal qi worked together as I used formations in the metal to form unbreakable shackles of control. Metal created through qi could readily channel my power. The light qi intertwined would also give the necromancer some resistance to the dark, allowing his body to take in more power.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jim asked.

"I was going to just kill him, but he wanted a second chance. This is his second chance. I'm glad he made this decision." I said.

"Did he know this was what he agreed to?" Jim asked.

"What does that matter? In exchange for helping me out with a little experiment he gets to live. He should be thankful I didn't just blow his brains out." I said.

Jim looked troubled. "Don't you think your going a little too far? He's a magical like the Weasleys and me. Doesn't he deserve a trial and an honest chance at being reformed?" Jim asked.

"I understand what you want me to say Jim but no. He chose this path and demanded another chance when he reached its conclusion. So I'm giving him his second chance at life, but he doesn't get to choose what form that takes." I said.

"You would be a monster no better than the phoenixes if you go through with this," Jim said.

"Oh, I didn't see it that way. I guess when Cinder comes back, I can tell her the good news." I said.

"So, you're going to stop this madness?" Jim said.

"No, if doing this makes me a phoenix then I guess I'll finally be able to fuck her. She will be so excited; maybe she'll even wash her cloaca first." I said.

"I don't understand you. This isn't a game so why are you playing with lives." Jim said.

Sometimes I really didn't get Jim and his morality system. How could it be ok to kill and experiment on phoenixes that were pieces of shit but not piece of shit magicals? Those inferi didn't come from nowhere. He was building an army to overthrow the phoenixes, most likely. War can make people do some crazy shit, but he didn't have to go to this extent. There were many stops on the way to protecting pedophiles, and he didn't take any of them.

"Go find a hammer for me I need something to beat these into his limbs," I said.

"This is a mistake how can you stand there and not see that. Look at this place." Jim said.

Cinder flamed in with pizza. "Did I miss anything?" Cinder asked.

Jim glared at Cinder before stomping off. "No, I'm going to look for a hammer," Jim said.

"He just told me that I'll become a phoenix if I do this experiment," I said.

"Then hurry up we don't have all night." Cinder said.

I poked her down and she flamed to my shoulder. "I think he was saying my actions would make me an analog to phoenixes," I said and pulled free a nice greasy slice of pizza hut cheese pizza.

"I've heard about an animagus transformation." Cinder said.

"That's nice, would you mind crying in this jar I may need to inject him with phoenix tears to keep him alive," I said.

She hopped over to my shoulder and turned her eyes to the jar. A few drops fell inside, and I pulled a syringe from my inventory and prepared it. From there, I did the boring stuff like measure how far I needed to jam the rods in, where to implement them, and how wide was too wide.

Unfortunately, the necromancer's arms were more like twigs than cobras or guns. I doubted he went to a gym a day in his life. The smallest I could make the rods were about a quarter inch. Hammering that into a person's body would be trying to say the least. I wasn't a doctor or a surgeon; I needed to get some of those on staff to help me, or my experiments would die more often. But wizards were tough; they could survive a phoenix eating their brains for years. So, what was a little metal in the arm compared to that?

Jim returned with a rusty old hammer. "I had to use the Accio spell, but I found one. Can I have a slice of that?" Jim said.

"Sure, but get back, you're in the splash zone," I said.

I held up one of the rods and molded the tip until it was extra sharp and shaped like a screw. Then, I sat the drill bit on a ball with a few adjustments, allowing it to rotate on command. Of course, an animation spell or some metal-type formations could make it spin on its own, but I needed extra control. So, I spun the drill bit myself with the same metal manipulation I used to shape it. Fortunately, the necromancer was nice enough to add straps to his ritual table.

"You're a fool I have a dark master that demands sacrifice." The necromancer said.

"Oh, I'm much scarier than any demon you've ever met, trust me. Demons and devils are emotional creatures rebelling against their maker. To them, you are a valuable tool of ****. In my eyes, you are less important than the rusty hammer Jim found." I said.

"Spoken like a true madman. What's going to happen to me when you put those things inside of me?" The necromancer said.

"Then the experiment can begin. I'm not putting these insides of you for fun; they are a safety measure. Now then, it's your first time, so I'll be gentle; you'll barely feel a thing." I said.

"I'm returning home. I don't want to see this." Jim said.