Whether you have a good or bad upbringing, Azazel Marx lived a life full of experiences. Depending on who was asked, it could have been a blessing or a curse.
Inside a hospital room, a tall blond man stood beside his redheaded wife, holding her hand as she went into labor. The woman giving birth looked toward her husband, ensuring everything was fine as she endured the contraptions. She had taken no medication and wanted a natural birth for her child as the doctor masterfully delivered.
The baby laughed a playful laugh as the doctor, slightly surprised, handed him to his mother. His eyes were a vibrant blue, with red hair as he laughed uncomfortably from the change in temperature surrounding him. The man looked toward his sons vibrant blue eyes, which matched his, as he sighed in relief.
The woman spoke no words as she smiled beautifully toward her son, kissing him on the forehead as giggles filled the room.
”His name will be Azazel Marx, ” Wally said, looking down at his wife as she nodded in agreement.
-One week later.
It had been a week since Azazel was born into the world, and he could remember everything he had experienced since he was born. His father, Wally Marx, was a lawyer who rarely didn dress the part. He stood at 6 2, sporting blond hair and blue eyes. He had a handsome angular face that matched his well build body that didn have too much muscle.
His mother, Mary Marx, never spoke a word as she was a disabled woman. Her legs were permanently paralyzed as the family butler tended to her needs. She was a stunning beauty with vibrant natural red hair and amber eyes. Her face was oval-shaped as she looked toward most people with emptiness.
Azazel learned fast, as he could already understand English and read without assistance after six months. With high hopes for Azazel, Wally hired a tutor named Gregory Stone to teach his son everything he would need to know in life.
-Six years later.
Azazel looked out the houses windows, wondering what the outside world looked like. He had been locked inside for six years, only eating what the butler had cooked as he looked at the same trees surrounding the house every day.
Gregory, at this point, was a live-in tutor that taught Azazel every single day as Wally would return at night exhausted and sleep, leaving early in the morning for work the next day. Seven days a week, he worked, leaving Azazel at home for six years.
Azazel had found Gregory to be a father figure as he was the only one around. Until one rainy night, Azazel struggled to learn quadratic formula as he walked the darkened hallways of the house. Azazel quietly walked as the shudders hitting the house tapped away. When he noticed Gregorys door was wide open and empty inside.
*Tap Tap… Tap Tap…*
The floorboards creaked as Azazel listened and slowly walked towards the sound of tapping that seemed out of place. The closer he got, the more he didn want to know what was happening when he noticed the light to his mothers room shining beneath her door.
Azazel unconsciously started giggling under his breath, quietly, as he got to his knees and witnessed a scene hed never wished to appear before his eyes.
”hihihi ” Azazel giggled so loudly that Gregory had stopped in his tracks.
Tears were rolling down Azazels face as he giggled loudly in the hallway, falling on his butt and lying against the wall.
Azazel had a disorder since the day he was born. He would laugh when he felt extreme bursts of emotion in his body. Any burst of emotion would cause him to laugh uncontrollably. No matter what he tried, he couldn help himself from laughing as the tears rolled down his face.
The white door swung open, tearing off the top hinge as Gregory looked down at Azazel with a look of disappointment.
”You damn Jinx… ” Gregory said as he viciously kicked Azazel in the stomach with his dress shoes.
*Cough Cough Cough* Azazel coughed up blood from his mouth.
”hi…hi…hi… ” Azazel giggled, looking past Gregory to his mother, whose arms were tied and legs spread wide open, lying on the bed with blood flowing from her mouth.
”Its funny, isn it? Laugh at your mother some more, you disgusting thing! ” Gregory yelled, kicking Azazel in the chest one last time.
Azazel watched as Gregory walked back into the room to continue defiling his mother as he tried picking up his broken body from the ground. Yet, unable to do anything, he was forced to watch.
”Since its funny, Ill let you watch! ” Gregory laughed as he focused on raping Mary.
Azazel giggled in tears uncontrollably as he felt betrayed by the fatherlike figure who had raised him. The smile Azazel was given every single day before their lessons, the happy man who helped him when he hurt himself. The man who showed him how to live was violently raping the woman who had birthed him.
*Cough Cough Cough*
Azazel continued to cough up blood, hoping to pass out from the pain, as he watched Gregory violate his mother for the entire night. Azazel felt hatred hed never known existed inside his soul as he giggled uncontrollably at the sight in front of him, which he couldn unsee.
When Gregory finished, he untied Mary, who had long passed out, making her presentable as he covered her in her bedsheets. Wiping the blood from her mouth away. Azazels eyes, still wide open, had slightly calmed down as he weakly giggled to himself as Gregory stood over him.
”What am I gonna do with you… ” Gregory said with a smile on his face.
Azazel was grabbed by his hind leg and dragged down two flights of steps passing out from the impact. Everything went black as Azazel woke up inside the basement of the house. Taped to a chair with duck tape Azazel could barely breathe with his chest bruised from the broken ribs.
”hihihi ” Azazel giggled in tears from the pain.
The basement was damp, unused, and empty. The only way to get inside is from the outside cellar door on the side of the house. Azazel giggled quietly as he remembered all the times Gregory had smiled his vibrant smile.
What is all a lie? Azazel thought.
The sound of the basement door was heard as the nights light shined through the cellar door. Azazel had been passed out for an entire day as Gregory walked down the stone steps.
*Step… Step… Step…*
The sound had been imprinted into Azazels mind as he watched Gregory walk in front of him with a briefcase.
”Jinx… Jinx… Jinx… ” Gregory sighed towards Azazel.
”hi…hi… hi… ” Azazel quietly giggled in fear.
”You know, thats one bad habit… ” Gregory laughed as he got onto his knee and opened the briefcase.
Inside was a bunch of things, clamps, pliers, rope, duck tape, and a few others. Gregory grabbed a pair of pliers as he looked at Azazel with frustration.
”Mary died today… and its your fault! ” Gregory yelled at Azazel, flinging spit onto his face.
”hihihi ” Azazel couldn believe his ears as Gregory grabbed one of Azazels small hands.
”You know she spoke before she died… Wanna know what she said… ” Gregory said quietly as he slowly pulled Azazels thumbnail from his hand.
Laughter filled the room as Azazel tried crying in pain. He had cried so much in the past day no tears flowed down his face as only the sounds of loud laughter were heard. Gregory picked up the energy as Azazel struggled and wiggled, trying to break from the duck tape.
”Hahaha! Thats right, and you know what she said! ” Gregory said, slowly tearing Azazels nails off one by one.
”She said you
e a Jinx! A Curse! A Demon! Something that the world needs to be rid of! ” Gregory laughed hysterically as he continued ripping Azazels nails off.
”Why don I bring her to you! ” Gregory yelled with a vicious smile after he had finished with Azazels right hand.
Running up the cellar steps, Azazel giggled quietly alone as he could barely see inside the dark basement. Minutes later, he could hear the sound of dragging outside the house as Gregory violently dragged Mary down the steps for Azazel to see.
”Look at her beautiful face… Im surprised I held it in for six years, kid. ” Gregory laughed as he laid Marys naked body on her back.
”hihihi ” Azazel whimpered as he looked at his pale mothers corpse.
”The only thing missing now is the father… But he won be back for another five days! ” Gregory said with an evil smile.
”w-why… ” Azazel said with a hoarse voice, barely holding in the laughter enough to speak.
”You know everything! Everything I taught you was a joke! Even I was a joke! ” Gregory laughed.
Grabbing the pliers, Gregory put his face up to Azazels.
”In the end, whos the joke now! ” Gregory said as he started to slowly pull on Azazels left-hand thumbnail.
”Now laugh for me, Jinx! ” Greggory yelled as he slowly tore the remaining nails left on Azazels body over the next day.
Azazel laughed in hysteria as he felt the pain of his nails being torn from his body. His mothers corpse watching over him as Gregory left Azazel in the room during the daytime. His mother slowly rotting away.
*Step… Step… Step…*
On the second day, Gregory was in a good mood as the creaking of the cellar door, and the sound of footsteps entered the basement. Gregory dragged a large metal cooler behind him as he hummed a toon to the scraping sounds of the cooler.
”Ive got something good today, Jinx! ” Gregory said with a smile, swinging open the cooler.
Azazel looked at the cooler of what looked like water as he sighed in relief. Gregory didn respond well as he looked at Azazel in anger.
”Jinx… Jinx… Jinx… Wheres the laughter… ” Gregory said softly as a vicious smile surfaced on his face.
Pulling thick rubber gloves from his belt, Gregory reached inside the cooler and grabbed a metal cup full of the liquid inside. He then slowly poured the liquid over Azazels foot as a burning sensation hit.
Azazel hysterically laughed as he felt the flesh on his foot melting into pain so excruciating that he would rather die. Biting his tongue, blood poured from Azazells mouth as Gregory quickly grabbed an odd-looking metal tool from the briefcase on the floor.
”Hahaha! Thats it, Jinx! Like your mother, we can have you biting your tongue off now! ” Gregory yelled as he violently punched Azazel in the jaw knocking him out.
When Azazel woke, it had only been a minute as the metal tool held his mouth open, preventing him from biting.
”I purchased this gag to keep you from killing yourself like your mother… She did the same thing, you know. ” Gregory laughed hysterically.
Azazel whimpered in laughter as he looked at Gregory, who was humming the toon from earlier.
”Jinx… Take a look at that foot of yours… ” Gregory said softly.
Azazel looked down at his deformed foot in terror. The skin had been burned off as only the flesh, blood, and muscle remained, and pain radiated throughout from the flesh coming into contact with the air.
”Looks good, right? Ill give your whole body a makeover! ” Gregory laughed.
Azazel whimpered in laughter as he felt exhausted. He hadn eaten or drank anything in two days, and combined with struggling to break free. He barely had any energy to stay awake. Gregory took his time, slowly pouring acid over every surface on Azazels body.
Quiet giggles whimpered through the room as Gregory destroyed every surface on Azazels body, leaving only the eyes safe to witness the horror left behind.
On day three, Gregory had brought a brand scaring what was left of the flesh on Azazels body, creating large blisters like craters. Azazel could barely even whimper a laugh as his life was barely hanging on a thread.
On day four, Gregory individually broke every finger and toe on Azazels body. As he watched the once noisy child now quiet, dehydrated, starving.
On day five, there was nothing. Azazel knew it would all end when the fifth day arrived as he waited for his father to appear. Yet, there was nothing. No one came, not even the man who would put him out of his mystery.
As day six came around, Azazel was frustrated. He knew a person couldn survive without water for three days, yet here he was alive. A few minutes passed when the sound of sirens was heard outside. Piercing through his deformed ears, Azazel shook in his chair, creating a loud banging noise, trying to catch the polices attention.
*Step… Step… Step…*
Azazel saw four sets of feet dressed in police uniforms rushing down the steps as he looked towards the three men and women with a look of salvation.
”… ” Azazel opened his mouth to nothing as he unconsciously started giggling silently.
”Theres one alive! ” Jeremy yelled as he quickly reached Azazelss chair checking his pulse.
”What the ** happened here! ” Kelly said, looking at Azazel in disgust.
”We need some fluids. The child is barely alive! ” Jeremy said, pulling a knife from his pocket and cutting the tape bindings grabbing Azazel in his arms as he quickly brought him from the basement.
Like his salvation had arrived, Azazel passed out in the mans arms, relieved. Maybe he could live a normal life after this, given a chance, was what he was thinking inside.
-A day later.
Azazel woke up in a hospital gown as he looked over at a doctor and the police officer who saved him. He had a tube stuffed down his throat and needles in his hands, injecting fluid.
”Sir… The child has third-degree chemical burns throughout his body. His fingernails and toenails show signs of being slowly torn off. His finger and toes were broken recently. The worst is the brands he received recently, which seem to be getting infected. ” Diane said in pity.
”Hes still a child. He has a full life ahead of him… ” Jeremy said.
”Hes barely even six… I don even know how he survived… ” Diane said.
”The woman then? ” Jeremy asked.
”Mary Marx, Wolly Marxs wife, was paralyzed from childhood abuse. It seems whoever killed her raped her, forced her to bite her tongue, and bleed to death. ” Diane sighed.
”hihihi ” Azazel unconsciously started laughing, grabbing the twos attention.
The chemical burns had permanently damaged every nerve outside of Azazels body, as he didn mind the insignificant pain from the tube being pulled from his throat. His eyes were dry from his eyelids being burned off. However, Gregory wanted Azazel to see his masterpiece.
”Hes awake… ” Jeremy said, looking at Azazel.
”Hes probably broken… Mentally… ” Diane sighed.
Then pulling the tube from his throat, Azazel looked toward the doctor angrily.
”Gregory Stone… My tutor did this… hihihi, ” Azazel roughly said, frustrated.
”Azazel… You need that to breathe… ” Diane said in a panic.
”I didn swallow the acid… Only had it poured over my body. ” Azazel explained.
”I need to report this to the higher-ups, ” Jeremy said as he quickly made a phone call and left the room.
Diane shocked Azazel was up and talking already, looked over towards the giggling child in slight fear from his appearance. She wondered how not only did the child survive, but how he was soo calm in this situation. Most would be running through all sorts of emotions, yet the child in front of her was laughing away as if nothing had happened.
”Is my father safe? ” Azazel roughly asked with a giggle.
”Hes missing… ” Diane responded wearily.
Azazel loudly laughed in sorrow as Diane was taken by surprise. To any normal person, one would feel sad, yet Azazel was laughing away like he was having the time of his life. She became wearier the longer she was around him as she quickly left the room, locking it in safety measures.
-Six weeks later.
Azazel was lying in the same hospital bed he had woken on as he had fully healed from the third-degree burns and broken fingers. However, their strength was still weak. Jeremy had arrived in a good mood as he looked through the window at Azazel with a bright smile.
”Gregory has been detained, ” Jeremy said with a smile.
”hihihi ” Azazel laughed loudly through the room.
Over the past six weeks, Jeremy would stop by and spend time with Azazel. Azazel explained that whenever he felt any emotion, he would unconsciously start laughing, which Jeremy didn seem to mind at all. He would bring all kinds of tasty foods, from burgers to hotdogs and even french fries, which Azazel had never seen before.
”Turn on Channel 9, and youll be able to see the news, ” Jeremy said as Azazel quickly turned to Channel 9 on the television.
”Breaking News, Gregory Stone, Mass murderer up for trial today. ”
Azazel was ecstatic as his laughter filled even the hallways. Complaints began to spread from the hospital of creepy laughter filling the building. Jeremy looked at the happy smile on Azazels face as he handed him a special gift.
”I bought this for you, ” Jeremy said, handing Azazel a small necklace.
It was an old-looking silver chain necklace with a silver card hanging from it. Imprinted onto the card was the Joker card in most decks, with a lively jester that looked to be laughing. Azazel was surprised Jeremy would ever think of buying him a present.
”Thank you, hihihi ” Azazel said with a giggle.
”Jesters always laugh through their lives, the sad, happy, and angry, ” Jeremy said with a smile.
Azazel didn know what this jester was, but he would research it once he got out of this damned hospital. Looking at Jeremy, he put on the necklace he received with gratitude as he looked back to the television where the trial was being held.
”Want to watch? ” Azazel said to Jeremy.
Azazel and Jeremy quietly watched the trial unfold as they declared Gregory Stone guilty on three counts of murder and one count of physical torture to a minor. He was sentenced to life in prison with no chance of parole.
”hihihi ” Azazel quietly laughed.
”Whats wrong? ” Jeremy asked.
”Had my father been found? ” Azazel quietly giggled with tears.
”Last week, he was found dead, with similar wounds to you… ” Jeremy said.
Azazel laughed hysterically throughout the room as tears flowed through his eyes. He had no one to rely on as the sounds of laughter filled the halls once again. The reception received almost 20 phone calls telling them to throw the child out onto the streets as Jeremy could only watch in grief.
By the time Azazel had calmed down, Diane, the doctor who had treated him before, was standing at the door impatiently waiting for Azazel to calm down.
”Azazel Marx, youll be getting released today. Jeremy here will be filing you into child services. ” Diane said harshly.
”Diane! Can you see the child crying? ” Jeremy said angrily.
”I don see anything… I only hear angry complaints of laughter for the past six weeks. ” Diane responded angrily.
”What about my parents will. ” Azazel quickly said, grabbing onto Jeremys sleeve giggling.
”Everything is in your name linked to your citizen ID, ” Jeremy said with a sigh.
”They can take it, right? ” Azazel giggled with a whimper.
”The country will pay for all the estates until you turn 18 and pay for all medical expenses for life under tortured victims act. All the money saved from Mary Marx and Wally Marx will be sent to your citizen ID linked to your DNA, untaxed. ” Jeremy reassured Azazel.
Following Jeremy outside the hospital, Azazel looked up at the 50-story hospital he had never seen before. The streets were busy, filled with cars and people walking around as Jeremys police car was parked beside the emergency doors.
Hopping in the car, Azazel giggled with joy as Jeremy made sure he was fine with a glance.
”Can I get my ID now? ” Azazel asked with a giggle.
”You can, but its a little painful, ” Jeremy said, remembering the kids torture.
”How bad could it be? ” Azazel said, laughing.
”Well head there then, ” Jeremy said, looking up to the sky a couple of hours from dark.
Azazel giggled all the way to the Bureau of Identification, where Jeremy led Azazel inside. Past metal detectors, body scanners, and all kinds of weird devices they arrived at a short line of people. Jeremy noticed that as long as Azazel wasn feeling any emotion, he wouldn unconsciously laugh.
”Does laughing bother you? ” Jeremy asked Azazel.
”hihihi ” Azazel whimpered laughter and sorrow as memories he didn want to remember surfaced in his mind.
The entire room looked towards Azazel in a hospital gown, filling the room with laughter that was disturbing to the ear. Jeremy quickly placed his hand over Azazels shoulder, informing him everything would be fine as the booming laughter soon came to a whimpering halt.
When they had reached the reception, the girl looked towards the scarred monster of a child that Azazel was in terror as she looked at Jeremy.
”Azazel Marx, age 6, Father Wally Marx, Mother Mary Marx both deceased. Azazel is under the tortured victims act and must have it inscribed on his ID. ” Jeremy spoke clearly and asserted his point toward the disrespectful woman looking at Azazel.
”Y-yes, sir. ” Hanna said to Jeremy shyly.
”Place your hand on the counter for them to get you
e DNA, ” Jeremy said.
Azazel placed his deformed hand onto the table as the girl quickly took an odd device that pricked his finger. He couldn feel anything where the acid had burned away his flesh as he held his hand on the counter, unable to tell if anything had happened.
”Azazel Marx, 2260 days old, child of Wally and Mery Marx, ” Hanna confirmed with his DNA.
”You can put your arm down, ” Jeremy said to Azazel.
”Head to Room 9, where you can receive your citizen ID, ” Hanna said.
Jeremy walked Azazel all the way over to what looked like an operating room with 9 printed above it as he got down onto his knee and looked Azazel in the eyes.
”Normally, people wait till 18 to get their citizen ID because of the pain… Theyll implant a chip directly on your brain stem. ” Jeremy said, turning around, where there was a small wireless port.
”hihihi, won you come in with me? ” Azazel asked.
”The procedure is classified, and you
e asleep the entire time, ” Jeremy explained.
”Then why is it painful? ” Azazel asked.
”The pain from the chip being implanted isn physical, but mental as the brain needs to slowly adapt to the changes, ” Jeremy explained.
”Will you be here when Im done? ” Azazel lightly giggled.
Nodding his head, Jeremy opened the door into the operation room, where a single chair lay in the center of the room. There were no doctors or equipment around, only a chair similar to a dentist. Azazel lay on the chair and wondered how the procedure would occur as the room grew dark.
He didn know it yet, but he was in deep sleep when the pain struck his brain. Like needles piercing something inside his head, he felt electric surge through his head, lightning reaching every part of his brain, leaving nothing untouched as he woke up.
Laughter filled the room as Azazel was terrified by the whole procedure. A nurse burst into the room, ensuring Azazel was safe, as she didn understand why the child was laughing. With the door left open, Jeremy raised his voice.
”Hes just slightly terrified. Leave him alone. ” Jeremy said, causing Azazel to feel slight relief.
The laughter soon came to a halt as Azazel walked from the room to Jeremy feeling the back of his neck.
”Wasn that bad, huh? ” Jeremy said, laughing.
”I can see something, ” Azazel said, confused.
”Thats a Neural Link… You can see everything you want to know through it. Just give it a thought. ” Jeremy explained.
Azazel quickly thought of the money and estates his parents owned as 10 estates appeared in his vision. Below it was the amount of money he had when his laughter resurfaced. He had 41,920,800,230,000 Universal Currency (UC) and was a trillionaire.
”hihihi, Jeremy, I think Im rich! ” Azazel giggled in laughter that filled the room.
”Rich? ” Jeremy said in surprise.
”Why does it say my fathers occupation was a scientist? ” Azazel asked with a confused giggle.
With a glance at the time from his Neural Link, Jeremy said, ”We need to hurry to the child services. ” he grabbed onto Azazels arm.
Quickly bringing Azazel out of the Bureau of Identification, Jeremy drove them both to Child Services. It was a small church on the edge of the city that looked shabby as the two looked at the darkening sky and entered.
”Jeremy Dent, what do we have here! ” Ginger, an older woman with grey hair and a red dress, said happily, walking up to the two of them.
”This is Azazel Marx, his parents both recently passed away, and hell be in your care… The paperwork is already done. ” Jeremy explained.
”hihihi ” Azazel quietly giggled in nervousness,
”When he feels any emotion, hell start to laugh. The bigger the emotion, the louder the laugh… The kids will probably find ways to bully him… Not only because of his appearance but the laugh… Please do take care of him… ” Jeremy explained thoroughly.
”Thank you, Jeremy! Its getting dark. You best drive home safe! ” Ginger said heartily.
Jeremy took one last look at Azazel and left. It really was getting late.
”hihihi ” Azazel quietly giggled to himself, not making eye contact with the woman.
Azazel felt something off about this woman, as after Jeremy had left the church, she looked toward him with disdain.
”Jinx… ” Ginger said with vicious eyes as she grabbed onto Azazels arm and dragged him through the building.
She showed him the barracks, like bunk beds with 5 other children sleeping, the restroom, the canteen where the children would get food, and the churchyard where the children could play. She then brought Azazel to a small storage room, where she threw him inside.
”And youll stay here, where the children can hear you… Ill bring you food and water every day… use that hole to use the bathroom… The sting flushes it. ” The woman said angrily, slamming the door.
-10 years later
Azazel had lived inside the small storage room, learning and training his body. He found that the Neural Link could communicate with the outside world as he soon discovered John Maddison, one of his fathers colleagues. After the initial hesitation, Azazel found love for research and spent the last 10 years researching what his father had spent his entire life on.
A virus, using something called a slime mold. That would infect the human cells and create a superhuman that could possibly live forever. Azazel, who remembered everything down to the smallest detail, was perfect for the research, spending every waking moment in it.
John Maddison was initially skeptical when he received a message from Wallys biological son. He had heard of the gruesome events that had taken place and initially thought the child was mentally broken beyond repair. After a year of communication, John found Azazel to be one of the most intelligent children he had ever encountered, given ideas hed never even imagined.
Azazel had just turned 16 a day ago as he messaged John.
[Im still in this cramped room… When will you come?]- Azazel
[Ill be there in four hours.]- John
They discussed Azazels adoption after the first year of chatting. However, John explained that for a research license, one needed to be a minimum of 16 years of age. John then told Azazel the requirements and physical demands of the suitable test subject. Allowing Azazel another goal to make his body physically fit enough to become a subject, he trained arduously until this faithful day.
-Four hours later.
”How may I help you today, sir! ” Ginger said with a huge smile.
”Im here to adopt, ” John said, looking around for children that were nowhere to be seen.
”Right this way. ” Ginger led John around, showing the pitiful environment these children were under inclining he donated some money to the organization.
”Might a child named Azazel Marx be here… I seem to have his records here. ” John said, pulling out a list of names from the past year of children and adoptions.
”Ahh… This child… Hes no longer here… ” Ginger stuttered.
”The documents here say that hes still in this facility, ” John explained in a sour tone.
”Ahh… Y-yes… Please have a seat. Ill go fetch him… ” Ginger said wearily, setting John down in the main hall.
Ginger rushed to the storage room, where Azazel was holding his entire body up with his pointer finger as he looked toward the woman emotionlessly. Hes trained his mind and body to hold in his emotions, helping to prevent the uncontrollable laughter as he quickly wiped the sweat from his scarred body and got onto his feet.
He wore the same medical gown from ten years ago, barely covering his genitals as he had flashed Ginger when she entered. He stood at a towering 63 inches in height, with a well-built body, as his vibrant blue eyes shone down on the old woman.
”Yes? ” Azazel said.
”Someones here to adopt you! ” Ginger said angrily as she led Azazel to the main hall.
”Azazel? ” John said, shocked, looking at the large man in front of him.
”hihihi ” Azazel giggled in happiness, meeting the man hed been talking to for the past 10 years.
”Hahaha, Scarier than I imagined! ” John played, patting Azazel on the shoulder.
John was a small man at 56 with a fat body, brown eyes, and brown hair with large circular glasses. He had to look up just to see Azazel towering over him. Aside from the permanently scared body, Azazels demeanor matched his fathers almost exactly as he sighed in relief, looking at the vibrant blue eyes.
”You look just like your father! ” John laughed, looking toward Ginger.
”The paperwork is already filed on the Neural Link… Azazel Marx is officially my son. ” John said, looking towards the disgrace of a woman in front of him.
Leaving the building, Azazel couldn hold in the giggling happiness as he looked toward John with gratitude.
”Same gowns from 10 years ago? ” John said, shocked.
”Yeah… She only gave me food and water. ” Azazel halfheartedly responded.
”You said that, but I didn believe it for a second! ” John said, surprised.
”I haven left that room for ten years. ” Azazel sighed.
”Lets go buy you some clothes, ” John said, making up his mind.
”You know I could buy more than clothes. ” Azazel bragged.
”Your father was head researcher… I bet you could buy the entire country. ” John sighed.
Azazel and John went shopping as they entered a shop called Golden Thread. Inside were dresses made of only the finest silk as one of the women quickly approached the two. Gold embroidery covered everything from the trim board to the racks that held the clothing. Even the marble floor has gold streams running through it, matching the black and gold aesthetic.
”E-Excuse me, sirs… Please, watch where you step… ” Wesly quickly said, stopping them.
”My son Azazel is here to purchase clothes… Please step aside… ” John said, disgusted.
”This place is for people of a higher standing… This child is no more than filth… Please leave… ” Wesly implied not letting them walk any further inside.
”Give me the owners contact information… ” John said impatiently.
”Please leave, sir! ” Wesly said arrogantly.
”Fil Dior, entrepreneur age 42, ” Azazel said after quickly researching the stored brand backtracking the owner from tax logs.
John emailed the owner directly when another woman quickly exited the back room and looked over the two. Dressed in a black silk dress, she was obviously higher in the food chain compared to this woman dressed in cotton as Azazel felt surprised at how fast things were handled.
”How may I help you, gentleman? ” Jade asked with a smile that could enchant a king.
”Ive just adopted young Azazel here, and weve come to find him some rags when this woman stopped us in our tracks and wouldn allow us to move, ” Johns explained nonchalantly.
”Right this way… ” Jade said, leading them to the stores mens section, ignoring the Wesly.
”Jade… These men are trash… Why come out personally. ” Wesly said arrogantly.
”John Maddison is the second largest shareholder of our Golden Thread… ” Jade responded.
”T-this… ” Wesly was speechless.
”Youve been terminated… Please leave the store… You
e also banned from entering any Golden Thread ever again. ” Jade said as she focused on the two in front of her.
”Second largest shareholder? Doesn look like silk to me? ” Azazel played.
”Ohh, his outfit is custom-made, with silk internal fabric and a cotton exterior, ” Jade explained.
”Seems you know a lot about the design, ” Azazel said.
”I designed the outfit under the context of Incognito, ” Jade played.
”It looks pretty good… I look like a dignified lawyer. ” John proudly strutted.
”I want one exactly like it, but instead of brown, I want red to match my hair. ” Azazel played, rubbing his bald malformed head.
”Thatll be 200 Million, ” Jade said seriously.
”This kids got more money than I do… ” John sighed.
”hihihi, Ill take it… ” Azazel said, slightly giggling.
”Walk with me to the back, ” Jade said, leading them through a black curtain.
Azazel and John followed Jade into the back room, where all kinds of clothes were hung on racks of all different sizes. There was a fitting area, a dressing area, a washroom., and even a spa. Azazel looked around as they were led to the fitting area where Jade made Azazel strand in T-pose while she took his measurements.
An hour later, Azazel had a black silk suit inside with a red suit of premium cotton exterior. His shoes were of the finest leather imaginable as she brought him to a section with designer watches. She explained that the designer who had made the watches and shoes weren a part of Golden Thread but business partners, allowing them to sell their products.
In the mirror, Azazel looked at his blood-red suit, with a white tie matching his white designer watch and white shoes. He looked toward John in reassurance he looked good and was given a nod.
”Ill give you 750 million for the trouble… Keep the rest as a tip… ” Azazel said nonchalantly as he left the building with John transferring the money.
”Do we need to complete the researcher exams? ” John asked Azazel as they walked down the busy street.
”Already done… I turned 16 a day ago. I had plenty of time. ” Azazel answered.
”How many tiers did you make it to? ” John asked.
Researchers were divided into tiers based on their theoretical knowledge, known knowledge, and implementation of knowledge from Tier 1 to Tier 10, from Beginner to Master. Azazel had completed all the tests to Tier 10 as he felt pride in his knowledge. He had spent 10 years studying, after all.
”Tier 10 Master Level. ” Azazel lightly giggled.
”Ahh… You really are a genius… Im surprised it isn spread throughout the researcher community. ” John said.
”When you take the test, you can have it binded to your ID without informing the community. Only the company that administers the test can know. It states in the contract that if the person does not wish to state his Tier, they have the right to do so. ” Azazel said with certainty.
”I see… ” John said, wondering why he hadn read the contract in the past.
”Can we head to the facility now? I don like being outside. ” Azazel said as he began to quietly giggle from the disgusted stares from people around.
”Ill call a shuttle… Contact Freed Crimson, the head director of Project G, ” John said.
[This is Azazel Marx, Ive come to understand my father was a head researcher under a certain project.]- Azazel
After a few minutes, the shuttle arrived, and Azazel was in awe of the floating car in front of him. Hed never seen or read anything about cars being able to fly on the Neuro Link and wondered how advanced technology was. Even the implementation of Neuro Link was hidden from the population.
[My father was a researcher and a Tier-9 Master. Ive just become a Tier-10 Master. Id like to complete my fathers work.]- Azazel
Azazel and John stepped into the floating car. They found two luxurious seats in the back. Even more shocking was that the car was 100% AI and needed no driver. John watched as the car was filled with Azazels laughter as he sat beside him and showed the gadgets inside. The chairs had a massager, electrotherapy, heat, and cooling, and if anyone wanted a drink, it would be dispensed from the drivers side, which looked like a transparent wall. John waved his hand and told Azazel that the car could become transparent as they seemed floating in the sky.
e headed to headquarters to meet Freed… Since he didn respond. ” Johns explained.
It only took five minutes to exit the city and another five minutes to arrive in a desert just outside of it. The car then arrived at a small stone building that was perfect in every way, except there was no door to be found.
John and Azazel stepped out of the car as John walked up to the odd stone structure and held his arm out. A red light then scanned Johns arm as the wall opened up seamlessly into a room of metal. There were letters of red covering the room in equations, elements, symbols, and all kinds of things as a man with red hair looked over at the two entering.
The man had messy long red hair that fell past his shoulders with crimson eyes that seemed to glow in the dimly lit room. He looked skinny and frail as he wore a white medical gown. A red band on his wrist seemed more intriguing to Azazel than anything else in the room.
”Marys son… ” Freed said with saddened eyes as he walked slowly to Azazel.
”M-my mother… hihihi ” Azazel began to laugh hysterically as he looked at Freed in confusion.
In his mind, memories resurfaced from his past as he remembered witnessing the **** and slaughter of his own mother. Freed looked toward Azazel in surprise as he seemed unbothered by the laughter and Azazels appearance.
”Emotional Laughter, Stage 5. Third-Degree Chemical burns covering the body. ” Freed said, analyzing.
Azazel took ten minutes to calm down as Freed examined his body up and down. John let things go as things were out of his hands in Freeds presence.
”John… You told him, didn you… ” Freed said, looking at Azazel.
”The boys a genius… Hes already Tier 10 at 16. His physique is perfect for testing, and he can even feel pain. The progress weve had in the past four years was theories by Azazel. I only brought them to your attention. ” John explained, praising.
”Azazel… You don know this… but your mother was my sister… The mental disorder you have is called Emotional Laughter, and I have Stage 1. I won stop you from partaking in Project G but be warned… Slime Mold is dangerous… The animal testing weve done shows signs of parasitic possession. ” Freed said seriously.
”Then Id like to start today… I don like the outside world… Ill devote what remains of my life to our research… ” Azazel said in determination.
”Ill let you know something… Emotional Laughter leads to one of two outcomes… Mental breakdown and paralysis… Or complete emotional dysfunction… ” Freed sighed.
”Like… My mother… ” Azazel said, giggling.
”Mary… She was a genius when she met your father… They competed with each other on who could make better progress. They were a perfect match, even with her disorder… She wouldn go outside unless she needed to when Wally proposed to her. She laughed in excitement as she planned where they would get married when she was pregnant with you. ” Freed said as he began to giggle himself.
”W-what happened? ” Azazel stuttered.
”The people got to her… Shed already been abused as a child by our parents… So when the pastor was reading their verses, she couldn stop laughing in happiness. However, the pastor took it as an insult calling her a demon in human clothing, stopping his verses, and walking out of the ceremony. The extreme happiness changed into complete and utter sadness as her eyes glazed over, and she fell to the ground. Wally tried everything in his power to bring her out of the trance, but no matter what he tried, she wouldn smile, laugh, or cry. Well, that was until she had you, of course. Wally came to the facility in tears of happiness as he told me all about Mary smiling at her beautiful son Azazel. He felt that you were the salvation they needed to bring her back, but he had made progress in his research and was caught up in it. We couldn leave the facility as it was becoming more hostile. As years passed, he realized he wanted to spend more time with you. The week he took off, he had bought estates for you and Mary to travel across the world. He had told me that he was stopping his research and leaving to live a happy life with his family. ” Freed said as his giggling soon became louder.
”That Gregory Stone… He not only killed my sister… He killed my best friend… and ruined their childs life! ” Freed said hysterically, laughing.
Azazel was speechless as he waited for Freed to calm his nerves. John, who had seen Freed holding in his emotions for a long time, felt relieved that he had somewhere to vent as the laughing soon came to a halt.
”So the project is becoming hostile, ” Azazel asked.
”There is only one slime mold in our project… from our countless experiments. Its adapted its cells to anything weve tried. Its unable to be poisoned, melted with acid, or drowned. So long as its on something made of atoms, it can survive, eating them slowly over time. When an animal is placed inside the container where we hold the mold, it will slowly cover its body over a few days spreading throughout its body, spreading its pores to every cell until the creature loses all reasoning. When the creature no longer puts up a fight, it controls the body of the creature through the pathways in the brain. Only when we melt the creatures body does the mold go back into its slime mold form. ” Freed explained bluntly.
”Have we tried adapting the creatures to the mold? ” Azazel asked.
”Weve tried, but the creature can survive long enough to last through the experiments. ” Freed sighed.
”Let me see what we have so far… Ive got an idea that just might work. ” Azazel said in thought.
-One year later.
Azazel, Freed, and John had done countless tests and experiments with the slime mold. As Azazel found that the slime mold helped regenerate the cells of its host. The more tests done, the more Azazel was confident there was a chance that integration into a creature was possible.
It was when Azazel injected a small chimp with all but one of the adaptations they had developed over the years. As he quietly watched the slime mold possess the creature. Through the scanners, Azazel could see the mold reshaping the cells of the chimp and helping it combine its cells with the adaptations as it seeped into every cell inside, combining with it. Until the adaptation, Azazel left out, started to take effect. It was the corrosive resistance gene of tapeworms found inside a bearded vulture with the most acidic stomach acid in the world. The chimp slowly corroded under the slime molds naturally corrosive nature as its skin started to decay at an accelerated rate until there was nothing but a puddle of mold left.
John and Freed were doing tests in another country, while Azazel stayed back for some testing he kept from their radar as he didn trust anyone. Gregory had ruined all of Azazels faith in humanity as he held a case of needles beside him of all the various adaptations of creatures from around the world.
Acid Resistance from a mutated tapeworm, immortality from a jellyfish, venom resistance from a kingsnake, regeneration of limbs and organs from Axolotls, cold resistance from the wood frog, camouflage of a cuttlefish, mimicry of a pygmy octopus, adaptation of a tardigrade, and soo many more.
Azazel walked in and sealed off the confined chamber as the slime mold slowly made its way over to him. Waiting for the slime mold to spread its spores to his own body, Azazel watched as its form was almost an art piece. He saw videos of the past where his father had raised the slime mold from only the size of a pebble to the massive rabbit-sized mold in front of him. Azazel had even noticed that it was becoming faster as time passed, allowing things to progress faster.
”Its time… Wish me luck… Father… ” Azazel whispered as he felt the slime mold corroding his leg where it had just arrived.
Azazel quickly injected over 100 different adaptations, some being untested. However, he had modified each adaptation to his 0-Negative Blood and was prepared to die for the experiment. He feared that if the chimp fully adapted, it would be difficult to kill without killing the slime mold altogether, so he decided it best to leave one of the important adaptations out of the mix.
The mold was vicious as it explored Azazels body. It first covered his body and then started to invade the cells from the outside in. Slowly, painfully and without emotion, the slime invaded Azazels brain as everything went black.