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AU Box

Because I can't leave that Abstract Button alone, here's a bunch of AUs that roll about in my head that I figured I'd plop in here to see if anyone wants to bat them about.

Warnings apply for pretty much everything: smut, body horror, violence, nonconsensual science, cosmic horror, pregnancy, gender-switching, and probably more.

Wizarding AU
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Harry Potter And The Contrived Fanfiction Plot

Is it Marauders-Era and you not only have to deal with them but this weirdo new Defence Against The Dark Arts instructor? Or, even worse, is this during the books and you have to deal with all of that plus this weirdo new Defence Against The Dark Arts instructor? What on earth was Dumbledore thinking? This man looks like he just crawled out from under the floorboards of Voldemort's own goddamn house. He makes Snape look trustworthy. But boy does he know his stuff. And all kinds of other stuff. So what's Professor Azwel really about?

Cthulhu Mythos AU
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The Call Of The Thing On The Living Room Floor Of The Witch-House Of The Terrible Old Man With The Silver Key To The Challenge From Beyond The Wall Of AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Terrible things are afoot in New England in the 1920s. Fish-people and cultists and schlubs having horrible dreams are everywhere. Things are colours that don't exist. A squiggly symbol that scares the bejeezus out of you is scrawled on random surfaces. And what's that awful tekeli-li sound that rides the wind of an evening? What are those faceless flying creatures silhouetted against the moon? AND WHY IS AN EIGHT-FOOT-TALL BUG MAN THING CLAIMING HE'S RANDOLPH CARTER? Nobody knows except a strange mystic from Europe who calls himself only 'Azwel' and seems to know an awful lot about and awful lot of things. Things man (or woman or bug) was not meant to know! Do you follow him to the hilltops or into the cypress swamps or wherever else he says the horrible tomes direct him or do you do the smart thing and run screaming into the night, trailing As as you go?

Domestic Fluff
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How I Married A Mad Alchemist

Ah, wedded bliss. Family life and home sweet home. Is there anything like it? Probably not. You are Mr. Or Mrs. Azwel. His first name is a secret he just might someday tell you. In the meantime, you now live in a big sprawling house with either three or seventeen cats (never any other number), a plethora of alchemical paraphernalia, and a husband whom you have to tempt out of the lab to eat. But he's wealthy. And he loves you more than anything. He just... has a very unconventional way of showing it.

Sex Slave
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Fuggit, I'm Running Out Of Titles.

a Did you get bought from the sex slave market by this odd, mysterious nobleman who only goes by one name? How will this 'Lord Azwel' even treat you? Only one way to find out, as he's bringing you home to his mansion full of books and alchemy. Oh, my.

b You're looking for that special sex slave. Well, this fellow is certainly eye-catching, all big and manly, windswept and interesting. Watch out, though, the owner says he's a bit mad, too clever by three quarters, and was sold to him as punishment for some crime nobody will disclose.

Experiments? Oh My!
It can be any time, really, the aim is the same. This strange genius who calls himself only 'Azwel' has you locked up in his laboratory. He has a mission, you see, and that mission is to extract a very, very specific kind of energy from you. It can only be collected during orgasm. Oh, but he's terribly clever at getting people to that state....

Vampire AU
a Blaaaaaa! A mysterious alchemist who never goes out in the daytime has moved into that spooky castle. And at the same time there's tell of a mysterious fiend roaming the streets at night, ravishing nubile young maidens and... whatever the young gentleman equivalent may be... and draining their blood! Can anyone draw the obvious conclusion between these nocturnal shenanigans and that weird Count Azwel?

b You vampire, you! You've somehow gone and caught yourself a nosy alchemist who insists on being called only 'Azwel.' His fault for trying to investigate your castle/house/apartment/yurt/whatever, I suppose. Now what will you do with him? My, but he's a robust-looking fellow who'll certainly serve as a ready food supply....

Girl Genius AU
Explosions! Terrible mad science! Toothy monsters with cheesy accents! Giant switches actually labelled 'MUAH HA HA HA HA HA!' Gleeful destruction! Exclamation marks! Just what have you gotten yourself into walking into the midst of Mechanicsburg in a random era ruled by Azwel Heterodyne The Madder Than Usual?

Pet Person AU
a Who doesn't like a big fluffy kitty? A... really big, fluffy kitty. Even though he prefers to wear clothes, one can see just how fluffy Azwel is by his purple hair and beard, soft grey ears with purple tufts, and giant, fluffy purple and grey tail. Oh, but he'd make a lovely companion, if you can get him to stop chewing on you. His love is pointy, after all. His claws are so long they don't retract all the way, making him even pointier. But he's clever and just listen to that rumbling purr!

Oh, and one other thing. There's a very good chance he'll be in heat. And even if he's not, he's still very libidinous. Sorry about that.

b Are you the kind of pet person Azwel's looking for? He's after someone who can assist in his work and not push things off of shelves or knock things over with a wagging tail. A companion to curl up with on cold nights. A sexual partner. Is it you?

Sex Cult AU
There's a heady smoke in the air, a mist swirling grey-white under the full moon. A hypnotic drumbeat plays. Cloaked and hooded figures surround you, bear you along to the stone altar under the tall trees. They start a slow, circling dance and a low, sonorous chant slips into your hearing. At the altar stands another figure, clad in elabourate robes. He reaches up with beringed hands to remove his hood, revealing his face, long purple hair and beard surrounding pale features and a gaze that draws you in. He bids you step toward him. The ritual has begun.

As an added bonus, request Rule 63 of any of the above and hey, presto, Azwel was always a woman!

Got any other ideas? Feel free to throw them at me. ^.^

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Felih is... dizzy, when he comes to. He's light-headed, and aware that he's lying on something cushioned... a bed? But he didn't remember getting to the inn...

It's when he tries to move that he realizes he's bound, and his eyes open as his hands jerk, suddenly alarmed and trying to free himself- but regardless of how he squirms and fusses, he can't free himself from the bindings on him.

"What... what is this?" he asks, finding himself completely bared and exposed. Every last inch of dark skin, the soft trails of red downy fur, the soft length of his barbed cock resting atop the plump and impressive swell of his balls, which in turn hides the sensitive folds between his legs. "Seven hells...!" he hisses quietly, looking around, tail lashing and bristling in his confusion as he looks about.

These machines- this table! Where is this...?

Vash was hardly aware what was happening. Suddenly pounced on by the LIES staff on his way to work. He didn't understand he hadn't missed his quota.

They put a collar around his neck. Damping and keeping him from using some of his abilities, but not damping all of his powers. His head is pounding and he can only pick up bits and pieces of the conversation and where they're dragging him off to. Something about... needing samples and further studies... his Plant abilities.

"No..." He mutters weakly and starts to struggle against the strong hands holding him still. Awareness starting to slowly come back. Fear slowly sinking in.

Luckily the staff knew a scientist who could get the job they wanted done. A little tweaking of the man's mind was all that was needed to get him to agree. Of course they hadn't exactly mentioned who the test subject would be until they dragged him in.

"Where do you want Subject 01-V?" They would help to secure Vash and then they'd trust Azwel to properly do his job. "Quick. He's starting to come around."

The room is almost disturbingly clean, a faint antiseptic scent on the air that someone has tried to cover with incense. Candles flicker in sconces on the walls but don't function as the main source of light--oh, no, the majority of the light comes from a hypercomplex array of crystals and mirrors that extend down from the ceiling like a chandelier designed by a man with seven eyes, none of which face the same direction. It catches the light from outside and magnifies it until it's as bright as a sunny day at noon inside this room.

And yet that isn't the end of the contrivances of metal and glass and crystal. Another array surrounds the cushioned table, curling its spider-legs of esoteric magitech around it in a faintly unnerving display of magick and science and art. It'd be pretty if its provenance weren't so... tauntingly vague.

If that isn't enough, the door opens in the darkly panelled wall and in walks a man who matches a description Felih had likely heard in various locales. The long purple hair, braided beard, and ritual scars are unmistakable. This is none other than the individual somewhat ludicrously dubbed 'The Sex Alchemist.'

Well, at least he's not ugly.

A slight smile crosses his face as he approaches the table. "Oh, but they've brought a lovely one, this time," he says, his cultured tenor voice at odds with his large and intimidating appearance.

Felih blinks hazily, still trying to wake up and get his bearings, before looking around at the bright myriad of crystals and mirrors. It's so bright, for a moment he wondered if the ceiling was opened- but no, it was just cleverly redirected light. His pupils are narrow as he looks up at the lights, before the spider-legged contraption nearby makes him startle, heart starting to pounds.

Hells, he hates creatures like that. Even just its resemblance was enough to get him incredibly alarmed, pupils blowing wide, before he's distracted yet again by the entrance of another living being.

Oh. Oh, gods.

There are a number of thoughts all racing and crashing together in Felih's mind, unable to sort themselves out. Among them, are "oh, he's handsome," and "wait, isn't that the alchemist in those rumors-?" and "oh Spinner's sodding scissors, I've been kidnapped," and cycling back again to "what in the hells is all this machinery around me?"

There's too much to process at once, and Azwel's voice is a welcome blessing, something to take all his scattered thoughts and bring his focus back to attention, ears turning to face the man.

His cheeks burn, and he squirms, feeling incredibly exposed. He's being praised, which makes him want to preen and relax, but the logical part of his brain is telling him not to let his guard down in a situation like this!

"What do you want with me?" he asks, tail quivering in his growing alarm, pupils narrow and focused on Azwel, cheeks burning hot as he tries to pretend not to be mortified at being completely exposed in front of this stranger. "What is this place?"

A familiar voice replies, if somewhat vaguely. "Who? Put him... put him on the table. No, the one I prepared."

When they secure Vash by his wrists and ankles to the strangely cushioned table--almost more like a bed--they step aside and the two are afforded a good look at each other. And Azwel doesn't appear to be any more willing than Vash is, if the device round his head is any indication. A lead extends from it, pressing itself into the skin of his forehead and anchored by tiny wires so that it appears to cling like a metallic spider. A small green light winks slowly on the device.

"We'll leave you to it, then," the lead staffer says. "Report your progress within three hours." With that they file out.

There's a pause. Azwel steps forward to look at his subject and it's as though there's no recognition. His face is blank. His eyes are blank. And yet he reaches out with steady hands to move a strange, almost insectile array of lights and sensors, clicking its many spindly arms into place.

"Hmmm. Do you know of me and my work, I wonder?" he asks. He reaches over Felih to adjust the mirrors and crystals and as he does a faint scent washes over the Miqo'te, a kind of dark, musky-sweet smell, strange but not unpleasant. When he tests the bindings to make certain they're secure his fingers are very warm but dry as they brush against Felih's skin here and there.

Lady Abel was a traveling nurse. She left nursing school to travel for vacation. She is always on the go, traveling through the rural countryside going from village to village by train to see the sights and sounds of each city that she visits.

A bright-eyed young woman in her mid-twenties, a slender figure with gentle curves, tall, bespectacled, and braided her long silver hair neatly in plaits all tied with black ribbons. When the train came to the city where Azwel lives, Abel checked into the hotel and went hiking and strolling through the countryside of the village while taking pictures of the surrounding farms and the farm animals grazing on the hillside while keeping a journal of her travels.

She only noticed the castle, when she comes close to the property but was told by the locals it was abandoned though recently a wealthy if not eccentric man moved in. She took a picture of the castle and never thought about it, thinking the castle is old and gothic looking like the castles she has seen in medieval movies. She explored the surrounding property where she noticed the courtyard and garden and then took pictures of the flowers, especially a briar rose bush with roses so red, though she would like to get closer to take a better picture.

Though she thinks the castle does look empty judging by the dark windows. When the sun is setting and becomes orange, becoming night, that was her cue to leave the castle grounds to return back to her room at the hotel.

However, she didn't leave right away, as she plays with a few of the cats that wandered around on the property, meowing at Abel curiosity.

Felih's trying very, very hard to stay composed. The man's scent is alluring, and even the light brushes of the man's fingers over his skin has him shivering, the thin, downy trail of fur down from his navel fluffing up as he shivered and squirmed.

"...you're... ugh. It sounds like something out of a novel..." he mutters, watching Azwel carefully. "I've heard only the vaguest about you. Sex Alchemist, I presume?" he accuses, trying to look stubborn and unmoved despite the fact that he is, in fact, extremely overwhelmed and vulnerable, and he knows it. Felih knows how sensitive his body is. How weak he is to pleasure, to praise and touch.

He's trying not to focus on how attractive the man is. It's hard to avoid that when Azwel is right in front of him, touching him, adjusting his bindings.

Vash starts to come around quickly as his panic spikes. Head pounding from the blow he took earlier and heart racing with fear he starts to fight against the team bringing him in. "NO!" He bellows in anger and digs his heels in. "Let me go! Stop! Don't do this! Please don't do this!"

They ignore his pleads and demands to be set free and soon enough he's secured to a table. Vash yanks wildly at his restraints as he finally gets a good look at his friend. "Azwel!" Disgust at what had been done to his friend fills him. "What have they done to you?!" Wildly Vash looks around this room. This bed at least didn't feel like a testing table. Not that it helped that much. "What's going on?!" Vash was unaware of what his body could do, but the LIES staff were not. They wanted that magical energy that Plants had. By any means necessary. With these samples and with further testing a whole new power source for the city could be secured.

The shouting nearly penetrates the static in Azwel's thoughts. He... knows that voice--

Specifications of light intensity and sensor calibration interrupt his thoughts in a swirl of numbers and measurements, of energy wavelengths and resonance cycles.

"Fifty-one-point three... twenty-seven..." He looks down again at hearing his name. "They want me to find a specific energy," he says distantly, his brow furrowing in confusion. "They... know of my work before they brought me here. They didn't tell me--"

The light flashes red and he twitches slightly. His hand reaches up to move one more component. "There's an energy that's released at orgasm. A... plentiful resource.... Especially from you...."

That night the auctions had a very special item for sale that drew in quite the varied crowd to the slave auctions. Tonight, they were selling something rare and dangerous to anyone that dared to take the risk..

They had a young female vampire for sale. The fact that they were able to capture such a rare and vicious beauty was enough to fill the auction house to overflowing. Rip hated it. She was paraded on stage, naked and bound in heavy silver chains and gagged. There were angry red welts where the sliver touched her but, that did little to distract people from her pale ethereal beauty under the spotlight. Even her long raven hair seemed to be other worldly under the light.

As the bidding started, she struggled against her chains, trying to get free...

And before she realized it, the bidding had closed with the auctioneer declaring her sold to some Lord. Rip froze as she was carried off and deposited in the holding cells, waiting for pick up by her new Master..

Whoever just bought her would have their hands full with Rip.

Azwel laughs. "Oh, is that what they're calling me?" he says. This really seems to tickle him. "I can't say it isn't fitting, but my name is Azwel."

"They call me that because my work involves extracting a very specific kind of energy," he says, not stepping back. His keen eyes have spotted Felih's reactions. "The kind of energy that only comes from sexual release. It's... quite potent, you see," he finishes, lightly drawing a finger along Felih's middle, from the tender spot at his solar plexus to his belly button. "And it's terribly useful."

His gaze travels further down, stopping between Felih's legs. "And I expect I might get rather a lot from you, hm?"

Vash laughs bitterly. Squirming as he tests his restraints. Even pulling with the full strength of his metal arm was not getting them to budge. "Don't they have enough of that from us by now?" An idea strikes him. "If that's what they want there's no need for all this. Let me go, give me a bit of lube, and I'll give them what they want." He's lying. The very second he's let free he was going to rip that contraption off of his friend's head.

The cats are very friendly, it seems, trilling and meowing, rubbing heads and faces against her hands. Some would run off to do cat things and come back, others would loaf nearby, watching with half-closed eyes.

As darkness falls the cats become more active and alert, occasionally staring at something one couldn't see or at the castle before darting off into the shadows. Soon a light can be seen in one of the high windows. The light recedes further inside and can be seen travelling down a staircase, descending slowly past more windows. Eventually it reappears, gently illuminating a sitting room.

A small black cat purrs and trills around Abel's ankles.

An uncounted span of time passes before the door is opened. The owner walks in, as greasy and hand-wringingly obsequious as always, followed by a large, saturnine-looking man in elabourate robes that mark him as some kind of occultist.

"In here, Lord Azwel," the owner simpers. "You must be very powerful indeed, to take on this one. She killed two of my guards, you know."

"Yes, I know," the other answers, his cultured tenor voice, strangely at odds with his large and intimidating appearance, laced with strained patience. "You mentioned it before. Repeatedly."

"Yes, of course, Lord Azwel. My apologies."

They arrive at the door and, in better light, the lines of ritual scarring can be seen on this 'Lord Azwel's face. His long, dark hair and beard turn out a deep shade of purple. The robes are embellished with golden jewellery, a golden circlet sits in his hair, and elabourate golden gauntlets cover his hands.

"The greatest of precautions have been taken with this one, my Lord, as you can see by the silver manacles--" He breaks off as Lord Azwel steps forward, looming over him.

"Open the door. And hand her over. Do not test test my patience further."

The small, weaselly man quickly produces keys and opens the door, swinging it wide so that his customer can step into the cell.

Azwel turns, the motion almost blind-looking, muttering more numbers. It's almost impossible to push a reply through the haze of figures and measurements, and the effort can be heard after a moment in the breathless quality of his voice and his slightly furrowed brow.

"It's... not possible to... harness it remotely," he says, watching as his own hands type in commands and sensor values.

The array at the head of the bed emits a few clicking sounds. Something within it starts to whir, spinning quickly.

More importantly, though, the table grows warm until it feels like the most decadent of beds. A quiet hissing sound can be heard over the whirring and a musky smell can be detected after a moment, wicking into the nostrils and seeping into the pleasure centres of the brain.

Vash doesn't like the way Azwel is talking. What if he does give the results the team behind this wants? Will they simply keep him here? What if he doesn't? Would they keep trying new experiments? Keep poking and prodding at his body until it gets the results they want? Just like her? Just like...

"Azwel!" Vash tries to snap his mind out of that train of thought. Panic wasn't going to help him. "Come on, buddy. Fight them. You beat the soul edge!" Did he? Vash wasn't too sure. He's just hoping he's gotten it right. Right now he'd say just about anything in an attempt to get through to his friend. "Beat this! Come on, Azwel! You don't have to do this!"

The last bit sounds a bit panicked. Vash attempting to tilt his head back to see what those noises were. "What's that?! What are you doing?!" The bed warming up confuses him, but it feels good. Especially on the bruises that were starting to form from his struggles to keep from getting caught.

The outlaw had noticed the smell, but had assumed it was something his friend was wearing. Although as he feels himself relaxing into the bed his mind struggles to keep up. "What..." Why bother asking? He should just relax. "This smell..." Struggling to get his thoughts out as the chemicals in his brain are shifted and scrambled slightly.

"Cycling. Sixty-seven nanos per second..." He shakes his head, then turns to look at Vash again. Blinks. His eyes slip back into focus for a moment.

"Vash..." he says, confusion evident on his face. "What...." He steps forward, clearly reaching for the restraints even though he has little clue what's going on. "Hold still, I'm going to--hggkkk!" He twitches violently as the light flashes red again. His head lolls sideways and then forward distressingly and when it comes back up his eyes are unfocussed again, the light green once more.

"They've prepared for... all contingencies.... prepared...." The smell grows stronger, tickling arousals. "It's the next step... the next...." His head drops forward again, and the light goes from green to yellow, pulsing at the rate of a heartbeat. When his gaze comes up again it's heated. "No...." He takes a long, deep breath. "...no more explanations," he says slowly, his voice dropping into a husky purr.

"Azwel!" Seeing his friend in pain hurt more than the fear of the experiment to come. He looks around. Searching for a camera or some sort of two way mirror. Excepting their captors to be watching from somewhere. "Leave him alone you bastards! Let him go and I'll do what you want!"

Even as he angrily shouts Vash knows their heartless tormentors likely wouldn't listen. Even if he would be the model test subject. The musky smell filling the room would see that they got what they wanted from him no matter what.

Peering up at his friend he's not sure what else he can do for him. "I don't know what you'll remember of this, Azwel, but I don't blame you." For anything that is about to happen. It was clear that Azwel was not in his right mind.

After a beat, Azwel reaches into the array and retrieves two electrodes on leads, and presses them to either side of Vash's head. His fingers slip down either side of the other's face, slow and gentle. His head tilts to the side, and he seems to look through Vash.

The table tilts backward until it's horizontal, then sinks closer to the floor, taking the array with it. Azwel, his eyes glassy and his skin feverish, now, climbs onto the table. Slowly, his fingers get to work unfastening Vash's clothes.

"They... know things, they... they won't tell me what, but... so many things," he breathes. "We cannot resist...."

It's clear that they know far more about both Vash and Azwel than is comfortable for either--they know they could essentially use Azwel's brain as a processor for their data, filtering it through his already obsessive understanding of subtle energies. They knew they could easily spark the necessary sexual energy in him--too easily.

Azwel reaches past Vash's head toward the array again, and his body presses against Vash's, making it obvious by the throbbing heat how aroused he already is. When he sits up again he looks at the other through lidded eyes. Slowly, he sticks more sensors to Vash's skin.

"They know," he whispers. "They know." He drops his head forward until is lips are next to the other's ear. "But they don't know everything," he breathes, scarcely audible. He shivers and goes very still for a moment. Then he sits up again and resumes what he was doing, before, pressing sensors to Vash's skin with heated, caressing hands.

Seeing they are very friendly, with a soft giggle, Abel bend to her knees to give the cats a tummy rub and a soft scratch between their velvet ears. She then begins to see more cats coming toward her, wanting to play, and meows for affectionate pets. They're used to the locals of the neighborhood, but they came by to this part of town occasionally, so the humans seldom came on the road of the castle to play with them.

Are they even normal cats? Do they have a master? Some of the cats darted off, searching to go hunting for food into the night.

While Abel plays with a small black kitten, she then sees a gentleman walking past the window.

If Azwel could take one moment to see Abel outside playing with his cats, if only brief and lock eyes with each other, he'll see a lovely woman outside.

Abel gave him a wave as he walks passed by the window.

"Azwel...?" Felih was stunned to be presented with an identity so easily, but he doesn't have time to dwell on that. Azwel is distracting him with touch, stroking down over his midline and making the muscles of his abdomen instinctively quiver, his body squirming as heat rises further into his cheeks.

"What? From- from orgasm? But what- what energy? Why is it so potent?" Despite himself, Felih is curious. He's a mage, after all, studying arcanima in any way he can- but he'd never heard of such a thing. Then again, such things would not be found in any ordinary tome... "Why me?"

He curses himself for getting so easily riled. A bit of touching, and the very acute sensation of being observed and watched, eyed up and admired, even when he's stripped bare like this... He wishes he could hide his face, but he can't, mortified as he feels his cock thickening and swelling up, twitching as the arousal starts to make itself known.

Some people who kidnap folks to do untoward things to them might be a trifle annoyed at questions. Not Azwel, apparently. He smiles a smile that could almost be considered 'delighted.'

"Such a ready mind," he murmurs. "Very well, I shall tell you." He doesn't move away at all and, in fact, draws a little closer. If asked, he'd have to be honest--there's something about this being that draws him in, makes him long to touch him. So he does, his fingers trailing heat along so far somewhat innocuous places--along an arm or hand, shoulder or collarbone. "Some refer to it as orgone, the spiritual energy radiated by all sapient beings with a libido, that builds during sexual activity until it releases with orgasm. But that is a simplistic view. There's much more. These devices," his gaze cuts to the array of crystals and lenses and mirrors, "have measured so many more accompanying wavelengths. It is, after all, during sexual congress when the mind and body lose coherency--the boundaries between them dissolve and energy flows freely."

He stands back, now, though, as his voice takes a grand and, moreover, exhilarated tone. "The mind and the body are, in that moment, in a perfect state of flux! Pleasure and pain, laughter and tears, serenity and wild abandon all exist in the same space! At once discrete entities and a joined whole! The soul is a powerful source of spiritual energy and, at that moment of explosion, that energy can be harnessed!"

Azwel gestures to the array attached to the bed, again. "When filtered through this array--reflected and focussed and compressed within the helical structure of these crystals, that energy can be condensed in many ways." He reaches under the array and there's the small, musical sound of glass against metal as he removes something. Walking back into Felih's view again, he leans in very close once more, holding an orb that nestles neatly in his palm. Iridescent purple light swirls in its depths, glowing faintly and humming gently with life and vibrant power. "Look," he whispers. "Within this orb lies enough raw magickal energy to do nearly anything--power devices, heal wounds or illnesses, cast spells... anything."

Here he smiles again. "Why you? I can sense it. Feel it. You have so much untapped energy within you." He gently places the orb against Felih's forehead, where a song of sweet life hums through the warm glass. The orb's glow grows bright. "It's picking that up even just from your third eye," Azwel murmurs.

He tilts his head away when Azwel presses the sensors to his temples. Not so much because he's trying to avoid what is happening, he knows he can't stop it, but more out of disgust. He flinches slightly as the table starts tilting backwards.

"I am more than just some battery." Vash spits out miserably. More for their captures than for Azwel's knowledge. "I am a person. Not some thing to be used up and thrown away." This time he does look at Azwel when he speaks. "And so are you."

Soon enough Azwel will have Vash bare. The effect of the aroma clearly working on Vash considering how he was already getting hard. "I will keep resisting unless they free your mind completely." He can't be sure I'd it's Azwel that's trying to tell him not to resist or the people controlling him. His body starting to tremble the more sensors that are stuck to his skin. Would he eventually end up in multiple jars? Would these monsters actually be happy with just the one test? He hears those words Azwel whispers breathlessly into his ear, but doesn't react. If it really was his friend trying to give some sort of hope or warning he didn't want to give anything away.

Hope was the only thing he has left to hang onto. Stripped and at the mercy of science.

This does, indeed, catch his eye. He stops, then turns and heads for the massive French doors, pushing them open and stepping out onto the portico.

The little black cat gives a trilling meow, trots toward the portico, then looks back at Abel, slowly swishing her tail as if to say, follow me. She then trots onto the flat stones and makes a beeline for Azwel. Meowing, she bunts her head against his leg until he picks her up.

"Well, Hypatia," he chuckles. "You've outdone yourself this time--you've caught a person!" He tilts his head, looking at Abel with a slight smile. "Who does my cat bring me from my garden, tonight?"

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LAB FUNTIMES

Nothing says fun like trauma and experimentation!

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AU vampire/Domestic fluff

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Sex Slave vampire?

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