"Number seven... -ber seven... Seven!" Seven woke up suddenly, jolted and sitting up abruptly, he looked to the bars to see a slave sliding his meal of bread and water under the cell door, "Your meal is here, eat up. Master's orders." Master? He wasn't seven's master, seven wasn't even a test subject, he was that noble's test subject. The only one to last so long, seven was surprised that he hadn't been driven insane or disfigured in some way by now, with the experiments that were being done to him. Dragon's blood, how did that noble get his hand on dragon's blood? Every day, that stuff was injected into seven, done for so long that he'd gotten used to the burning sensation that accompanied it. The only thing that ever changed about him was his eye, of which the irises and pupils had reshaped into a pointed oval shape, the same style that a lizard or dragon would have.

Seven had just finished his meal when the door was opened by the 'assistants', the only people, slaves, aside from the noble that new what happened to him, they even helped whenever needed. The usual thing happened, one of them walked in with a club and swung it, the last thing seven ever sees is the smirk on their face. The next thing he wakes up to is always the noble's face, a Lord Baaz, hovering over his as seven is strapped to the table. Sometimes, he could glance to the right and spot a corpse in the corner, a 'failed experiment'. Seven hated Baaz, and wanted to excape, but he would never be able. Thus the experiment began, but this time something different happened. "Today, I shall try something different. I have mixed dragon's blood with something else, a being's essence that my mage came across a few days ago. I'm interested in how you will react, hopefully you won't end up like that failure over there." Seven made the mistake of looking, the distraction being enough for Baaz to force the flask into his mouth and force him to some.

There was no effect, so Baaz did what he usually would when this happened and drove a small knife into seven's chest, creating a hole that avoided any organs but allowed for the injection of different fluids and chemicals. Baaz wasn't one for proper methods. He then tipped the flask, which finally shown in the light a dark, shadowy red color, enough for a small stream to flow into the wound. What happened next was unexpected and... unnerving. As soon as the dark substance touched something inside the wound, it began flowing out and continued flowing out of the flask and into him despite Baaz holding it upright again. The entirety of it flowed into seven, after which he felt an odd sensation throughout his body, replaced shortly afterward by a slight buzzing in the back of his head with what sounded faintly like whispers in the backround.

Baaz, having seen no apparent changes or facial expressions from seven, was about to speak when there was a knock at the door. Sighing in irritation, Baaz stepped over and opened the dorr just enough for only him to be seen. "What is it!?" The irritation was clear in his voice, "Sir, there's someone here to see you at the entrance. It's another noble, I didn't get his name." Baaz pinched the bridge of his nose as though he had a headache before looking back at his 'assistants', "Make sure my reseach is undisturbed, I want to check my notes when I get back." They nodded, a mischeivous glint in their eyes, as Baaz left to go deal with his visitor.

The assistant slaves walked over to seven, they had been ordered that his research be undisturbed, and they took it to mean not to let anyone aside Baaz in, and not to let anything damage him. They always had something in mind to torture seven and still get away with it, today they chose waterboarding. The sack was on his head when he heard a click, the door had been opened, followed by the assistants' surprised gasps at having been caught. Then both of them attempted to shout an alarm, "Intr-" Then seven heard a familar sound, that of a blade sliding quickly into flesh, followed shortly gurgling and two soft thuds on the stone floor. Seven was quiet, a few moments later there was the sound of someone rummaging followed by a satisfied, deep, and quiet whisper, "Ahah, found it. Now to turn it in and collect my pay..." He didn't know why, but seven made a small grunting noise as the thief was halfway to the door. The footsteps stopped, and all was silent aside from seven's breathing, as though the thief was thinking over something. A few more footsteps, getting closer, then the snapping of leather, his restraints, "Do not remove that sack until five seconds after you hear the door close. This is just the result of a bonus."

Seven wasn't sure how long five seconds was, as he didn't remember how to count or tell time due to being trapped in this place for so long. So he waited until it felt like long enough before pulling off the dark sack on his head. Sitting up and hanging his legs off the edge of the table, he immediately saw the assistants lying on the floor in a pool of their blood, the wounds being dagger-sized holes in their throats. Seven got down and made his way shakily to the door, avoiding the blood, before slowly opening it and leaving. He made his way through the halls, leaning against the walls a majority of the time, before he finally found himself in what must have been Baaz's study.The room looked relatively untouched aside from the furnished desk with papers and a half-written letter on it, but what caught seven's attention was a large parchment with a drawing and markings on it, he grabbed it and rolled it up.

Also in the room was a mirror, but seven didn't bother to look at it, all he would've seen was a malnourished, dark-haired individual with many scars, standing at average hight with pale skin from lack of sunlight. Seven opened a set of glass door that led out onto a balcony, the sunlight streaming down and tainting everything red. He leaned against the railing for a moment, he couldn't remember sunlight ever being red. As soon as he looked up at the sun, the whispering, buzzing noise turned into a raging inferno that consumed his mind. There was an entity trying to take over, his mind, the one thing he knew would always be his own. Despite the pain, he heard a commotion in the building, he must've been screaming. Unable to keep himself standing, and not able to control his fall, he flipped over the railing and fell.

There was a dull thud, seven had landed on something that squirmed a little before he was lifted up by several pairs of small, clawed hands. Unable to focus, seven couldn't tell what was carrying him into the forest when his vision went black and the two minds absorbed themselves into eachother, with seven's winning out in control over the truly pitiful keeper's. He awoke some time later, enough time had passed that the sun was just setting, and he saw that was some ways up the side of a mountain, in the mouth of a small cave. He flinched when an overcooked squirrel on a stick appeared in front of him, without thinking he grabbed it and started tearing into it. "Doesn't seem like much, does he?" Seven paused, and he heard a few more small voices utter surprised remarks, a couple of them audibly covering the speaker's mouth.

Seven finally turned to see nine imps gathered around a small fire, knowledge from the now gone keeper pouring into his head, "Tell me, where are we?" They looked at each other, having expected a punishment, before the smallest of them spoke up, "M-Master, we are in a cave in the side of a volcano at the southern-most end of the Hindrun Ranges..." Seven stared at them for a few more moments, sensing heat coming from further inside the cave, before speaking again, "I am going further into the cave, I'm not to be disturbed." They nodded vigorously, immediately all but one going outside the cave to keep watch for interruptions, as seven made his way further in.

The deepest part of the cave contained a pool of lava, only fueled a little by the volcano. New knowledge came that allowed him to change the lava, making it so that it would never harm him or anyone he permits to touch it, sealed it off from the magma feeding it, and infusing his essense with what was there, making it glow with an additional golden color and allowing it to forever remain as lava. Next, seven walked into it, his new role compelling him to create, which would also give him time to sort his new mind.

[hider=Status] New minion in progress.

Minions: 9 imps
Temporary location: North 15°, East 24°[/hider]

[hider=Notice] Compendium entries will be done some time within the next 2 posts I make.[/hider]