Thread: The Special Division Tactical Force-Hareem/Moon

Ezequiel knew exactly how the younger man felt under the tender, or rather, unmerciful attentions of the healerdoctor. Silvermist could see things that no one else could with those special eyes of hers, and it always made it feel as if your very soul was being stripped down and looked at bit by bit. Ezequiel just hated it. .... virgin? Ezequiel asked, looking almost stunned. no one he had ever been around had ever been a virgin save children. most immortal beings lost their virginity as soon as they where physically capable of sex, simply because it was something that they enjoyed. as far as he knew, humans where very much similar, though they had sex simply because their life cycles where so short and they had to start breeding as quickly as possible. he shrugged the thought off and pondered the other man for a long moment before he nodded. i'll take you back to your room then. it will take about an hour to get everything set up. he stated calmly. depending on your bloodline you might be down here for weeks or months just to get control anyway. he admitted softly. we don't have consent forms... it's not like you can sue us anyway. he pointed out, looking amused. and if it doesn't work it won't matter because you'll be dead. he shrugged. not that such a thing has ever happened but once or twice that i can ever recall. he admitted as he led the way back to the room and motioned to the shower. You will need to wash, scrub yourself till you're pink. the cleaner you are the easier it will be. he stated simply. once you have finished getting as clean as you can possibly get, rinse off with the bucket of the blue water in there.... just upend it over you're head and then let yourself air dry as much as possible. he ordered before glancing him over. you'll need to be as nude as possible so don't bother getting dressed, put on a pair of undies and maybe a pair of pants. you'll have to strip down to the nude once the process starts anyway. he admitted simply before he left. he was back an hour and a half later, and handed the other a long flowing cloak that would keep him completely hidden from view. once the other was 'dressed' he led the way down... way down... into what looked like a massive Ballroom. there where four people with large paintbrushes carefully painting long lines. a black pentacle made up the floor, lines upon lines of some ancient runic writing followed each line of the five point star and the circle surrounding it. Ezequiel carefully removed the cloak from the human and ordered him to get naked and to not step on the lines, any lines. Nate was laid out flat right in the middle of everything, and then he too was covered in lines, runes, and strange symbols in circles that Ezequiel explained was his 'power placements'. the forehead, the chest, and the belly each had a symbol painted on, and apparently that was where the energy would be focused, and where it would hurt the most. the five people took their places at the point of the star, and one of them, a large man with Ram horns and a long serpent like tail looked at him. Are you ready? his voice was so deep it made Nate's chest vibrate. they waited for a response and then, with the ok, they began. power flared, and then struck the lines of the 'circle' following the long black lines before the seeped into the Rune's which crawled along the floor like snakes and circled around the symbol's painted on Nate's body. it felt warm, and weird, like there was something crawling along his skin, but he couldn't move. and then the pain started. it was like he was being burned alive, every single nerve was alight with agony as his body twisted and shifted and stretched. he wouldn't be able to see what was happening, he would have been blind with pain, if he hadn't passed out from it already. as quickly as it had started, it finished, the pain ended, and he was left completely unable to feel anything, or even to move. It is done. you're body will continue to change through the night. in the morning, we will know what you are. rest now, young one. the man with the ram horns and tail ordered softly as Ezequiel stepped out from where he had been standing out of the way, and carefully picked Nate up in a rather intimate bridal style, and took him back to his room, gently laying him down, washing the paint off of him, and then covering him with the blankets before turning out the lights and leaving Nate to sleep.