C180 Experimenting 2

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"What did you do to me?" The new Symbiote screamed at Lady Death with fear and anger clear in its voice.

Ignoring his question, Lady Death examines it and looks to her master.

"It seems to have worked." She states with a pleasant smile on her face.

"Hmm, yes but will it last? Also, can he transform into a sword still?" Tom doesn't celebrate just yet, as anything could go wrong.

"Hey! Stop ignoring me!" The Symbiote screams in annoyance.

"Hmm, good point." Lady Death says as she turns her focus back to the new symbiote that's currently freaking out before them. "Hey, Mongrel try to turn into a sword."

As she commands him, the new symbiote starts shaking in anger.

"You f*cking b*tch! Who do you think you're talking to?" He starts raging, not knowing who or what he's dealing with.

Lady Deaths' eyebrow started twitching in anger at the gal of this bug to speak to her like this.

'Rest in peace...' Tom thought as he watched the car crash that is about to unfold before him.

Suddenly, Lady Death appears in front of the angry symbiote in an instant, reaching out and grasping the symbiote by the neck with ease.

"Listen here, bug." Lady Death speaks softly with a simmering rage evident in her voice. "You will do as I say and with a smile on your nasty little face, or I'll make the rest of your eternal afterlife an everlasting experience of torture. Do I make myself clear?"

Every word that leaves her mouth is laced with the power of death. All of which is crashing down on the symbiote body of this rapist/murderer.

"Y-yes..." He stutters out, not really affected by the hand squeezing his neck due to his symbiote body's malleability, but definitely affected by the power of death smashing down on him.

"Good." She says as she tosses him aside like rubbish. "Now, do your best to change your new body into a sword."

Not wanting to anger the scary woman any further, the Symbiote tries its best to change into a sword but fails horribly.

"I-I don't think I can do this..." He stutters with a fearful gaze planted on Lady Death.

"Close your eyes." Tom says, drawing the new Symbiote's attention.

"Huh? Who are you?" He says, just noticing Tom's presence.

"That doesn't matter. Close your eyes." Tom repeats himself.

"You heard the man. Do as he says." Lady Death says, lighting a fire under the man, who immediately does as she says for fear of his afterlife.

"A-alright, now what?" He stutters again with his eyes closed.

"Now, picture a sword. A medieval style that's the darkest shade of black you can think of. Do you picture it?" Tom asks, getting a hesitant nod from the sludge man. "Good, now will yourself into the shape of that sword. You may not be used to it yet, but your body is a sort of fluid now. Shape that fluid into the sword you're picturing in your mind."

After a few moments, the man slowly starts morphing into a bent and badly shaped medieval sword as black as night.

"It works! Practice seems to be needed but that's understandable." Tom says with a smile on his face. "Now, how do we test the longevity of this? We need to see if he will stay as All-black for an extended period of time, or if the body will reject his soul somehow."

Hearing that he passed whatever test they were running, the new All-black reverted back to his human form with a content sigh. It was very uncomfortable as a sword.

"That makes sense. Should I send him to a dimension where time flies faster? That would be the fastest way to test this out." Lady Death offers after a moment's thought.

"Yeah, but make sure you tie him down and make sure others can't interact with him." Tom says, making sure his little experiment doesn't escape.

Nodding her head she turns to the frightened symbiote and tosses him through a portal of her own making.

On the other side of the portal is an empty white space. In that space sat the new All-black with a resigned look on his face.

Black chains sprout from the white dimension, locking the symbiote into place. A barrier forms around his chained position, keeping any who passes by from interacting with him.

If his soul were to be ejected from All-blacks body, the chains will bind it, stopping him from escaping into the white dimension.

"See you in a few hundred years." Lady Death says with a wave of her hand.

"What?!" The new All-black screams in indignation as the portal closes, leaving him all alone in an empty white void.

"What's the time difference between here and there?" Tom asks as he watches the portal close.

"Every minute here is about a hundred years there." Lady Death explains.

"Let's wait about five minutes and check up on him, sound good?" Tom asks.

"Yeah, in the meantime, would you like a tour of my palace? I don't think I've shown you around before." She offers.

"Sure, how big is this place anyway?" Tom asks as Lady Death escorts him out of the throne room.

After a short five-minute tour that didn't even cover 1/20th of the palace, Lady Death opens a portal to the white dimension.

Peeking into the portal, they see an insane-looking symbiote singing lullabies to himself.

"I told you. Isolation is the best way to break someone." Lady Death says with an 'I told you so' sort of voice.