《Would you please become the Demon Lord? (COMPLETED)》Dr. Of Fate
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Dr. of Fate January 2, xxxx Log #1 Today I started my work at xxxxxx where I had always dream. I am fortunate enough to be given the chance to do something for the greater good and the advancement of humanity. I wish to share this happiness to somebody but I am alone in life now so this log will do. I am looking forward to what things I can achieve. March 7, xxxx Log #2 This day, I managed to be finally accepted into the core research team. It took me lots of effort to get to where I am and I will continue doing so. It felt nice to be recognized by someone and Dr. Abbot was kind enough to recognize my efforts and promote me to the main team. I will finally see what is the main team researching is about. I am wondering if it is a new type of drug to cure illness that has no cure so far? Or maybe a new machine that can make the lives of people easier? I am looking forward to it. The drinking party was also nice. I like this kind of life. April 20, xxxx Log #3 I don’t know what to feel as of now. Today I was finally invited to work with the core team in a true sense but I don’t know if I am happy or angry. Today I did not see any device or any drug that they are working with. They are doing human experiment! Not to a death sentenced prisoner but a juvenile orphan. I read the file and say that he was extraordinary beyond human parameters. He was the top secret material which all twenty seven core members were working on. I don’t know if I can work with this. I now truly wish there is someone I can tell this to but I am bound with a contract of secrecy. April 22, xxxx Log #4 Today I was there when they performed the experiment. Now I wonder if they are human or demons. How can this be called experiment for humanity! This is simply toying with human life! How can that be reasoned for the advancement of humanity? I now am regretting in doing this kind of work. I wish someone can save me from this conflict or maybe save the subject. April 27, xxxx Log #5 Today I was tasked to do something significant and I was able to get in close contact with the subject. I experienced something I did not want to do again in my life. I felt so guilty as I injected some heavy stimulant to the subject to keep it alive. The subject simply has given out in life and fell into apathy. His body does not function normally and his heart started to lose its function too. If this continues then the subject will really die in a matter of seconds. The team is constantly injecting stimulant to keep the subject living even against his will. Now I am part of the demons too. My god… How can I continue doing this? Somebody stop the monsters we had become. I beg of you. Someone please. March 1, xxxx Log #6 Today I tried asking my colleagues on how they feel in this kind of experiment. I was so shocked to find out that they felt conflicted at first but became numb as they continued to take part in the experiment. I am wondering if one day I will also become like that. Numb of guilt and sleep at night with a smile with data that I submitted to my superior and get a commendation for it. Will I also become atrocious like that? I am scared of what I can possibly become in the future but what can I do? I can now never quit since I now know too much and they are watching me closely. I can’t stop now… March 9, xxxx Log #7 Today I tried talking to the subject. He was unresponsive and only jolts once in a while. It breaks my heart as a fellow human. A child like this should be in his junior high school and lifting girls skirt for fun and mischief. He should be playing games with his friends and laughing without a care in the world. Instead he was injected with various devices in his body. His mind was constantly being monitored and being read. His body was being pit against beast to see how much beating it could take. His hand is being severed just to see how long it can regenerate. His eyeballs were being taken out to see how it is so advance more than hawks’. How can this be called a life? This is simply torture one should never have. His gift should be used by him himself and not for so called human advancement. I am done with prayers of someone stopping these monsters. I will be the one to stop these demons and free this miserable child. Just hang in there… I will be sure to rescue you from this hell. June 30, xxxx Log #8 Today was truly bad. Drake was nearly eaten whole by a lion. Those monsters only stopped when half of his body was consumed. His beating heart was left as the last insurance of life. How can this be allowed! I need to hasten my preparations. I think being discreet will not work now. Drake will die before I am done with preparations at this rate. I need to get him out of there fast! July 14, xxxx Log #9 I think they smelled what I am planning. The security around me has tightened so much and I am forced to do the encoding of data while they did the experiment. I need to distract them somehow and lay low. I don’t think they are sure of suspicion so I should play it off and be a good teammate for now. Soon Drake. I will get you out of there. Wait a little more. July 20, xxxx Log #10 Military officers came to the institute earlier. I saw the head of the team and the military officer discusses something and ended with a handshake. For the love of god! This is not for the advancement of humanity now. They are just using Drake as a tool of war! They are copying his DNA to be used as soldiers! How can this be allowed! November 24, xxxx Log #11 I failed my mission. Someone managed to discover my plan and now I am kicked out of the team and would be sent into prison for the rest of my life. I tried everything I can but why does my effort fell short? This is for the greater good! The military has already started producing copies of Drake. Some of them were sent into the battlefield already and became the nightmare of war. How can human race be so nasty? I only have a few chances to write in this log. May god bless me for what I am about to do. December 25, xxxx Final Log I managed to escape with the help of someone I don’t know but I will make this brief. Today is the last entry in this note. I want this entry to reach the world and for them to see what madness they are doing in that lab. If anyone is reading this log then please send this one to someone that can help his well-being if I failed. Drake needs to have a life and be a human. He is not a demon of war and he will never be. I will not allow it. That child needs to be set free. I enjoyed my life long enough and I think I will end this note here. Bless me almighty for me to succeed. May light shine upon this wretched world. Dr. Michelle Laswell
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