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Debauchery BioTech

Chapter 7

-VB-

Karcist Croy stared up at the oldest of the void dragons. 

His hands ran down its skin carefully.

“We’ll finally have the revenge we sought, Mary,” he muttered.

Mary was one of the first converts. The most loyal convert. If he ever talked about her, then it was very possible that she would have been praised by the cult as the First Martyr or something close to it.

He didn’t care about that. Mary was a convert, yes, but she was also a kind friend who helped out a lost stranger. And for that, she was killed. The only thing he managed to save of her was her body, and used it as the core of the first void dragon. 

Mary was dead.

But a legacy of hers could ensure that those who killed her will suffer for their sins. 

Then something clicked inside his soul.

“Ah…” he muttered, almost like a sigh. “It’s done.”

He slid down to the floor and brushed his hands along the flesh that covered everything.

And waited. 

A rumble rang out. 

First from Mary… and then from others. 

Runes and flesh alike lit-up all along the void dragons, and Croy watched as his nine void dragons roused from their birth slumber. 

And finally opened their eyes. 

“My children…” he crooned with a smile. “Rise.”

Mary opened its eyes ad crooned. Its massive digitigrade legs came out from under it and pushed it up.

The creature that was half as big as the Empire State Building rose up, and its back smashed against the ceiling of the chamber it and its siblings were in. Within seconds, the ceiling broke and sunlight poured down into the underground chamber. 

The light aroused its siblings, and they too started standing up.

As they climbed out of the ground, their wings unfurled not with fleshy membranes but with stringy sinews with large gaps in between. 

But his void dragons were anything but normal.

As soon as the wings unfurled, those gaps glowed with light and iridescent particles started forming. From a distance, it would have looked a little like chemical thruster exhaust except flat and invisible to infrared sensors. 

As soon as Mary was on the surface and unfurling its wings, its siblings joined it, climbing out of the open pit and into the sunlight. 

They shook themselves, making their large reptilian bodies jiggle. Their titanic bodies made the air blow from just a small shake and move, and the ground shook from their mass each time they took a step. 

And considering that there were nine of them currently active and each of them had six legs, that was a lot of quakes. 

People eventually came out to see. The first were his cultists. They came down, saw the void dragons, saw him, and began to kneel and pray. 

Then, the militia came out to see after one of the void dragons screamed into the air. They came running with their mechs… but when void dragons looked less like a mech or an animal and more like a titanic walking, growling skyscrapers, they backed off. What else were they going to do against walking skyscrapers? 

And finally, the Baroness of Zdice arrived. 

-VB-

Michelle von Zdice never saw a living creature that big.

She also never saw this coming. 

Frankly, she was horrified, scared, and prepared to take her own life so that the cult that she had been allowing to grow in silence don’t drag her to a dungeon somewhere and make her into a living example of pain, torture, and suffering. 

That’s what all cults ended up doing. There was even a class about it on cult psychology and cult disintegration. If it wasn’t that, then it was mass suicide at will or at gunpoint. Worse, this was the Priesthood that could control flesh, and there was many, many ways to make someone’s life hell.

She and her escorts stood far outside the Priesthood’s compound, which was somehow still whole and mostly untouched by the giant fleshy skyscraper-dragon-thing that had crawled out of the ground behind their walled compound. 

“Ma’am, look. One of them is heading toward us.”

She looked and saw a robed cultist walking up toward her. 

But she couldn’t help but continue to glance at the giant monsters now shaking their bodies like they were some sort of dogs shaking off water from their fur. Except instead of water, it was dirt that had clung to them fleshy skin, and their shaking bodies sent dirt - ranging from handful of clumps to human-sized mounds - flying in all directions. 

“Milady, it’s good to see you!” the cultist said as he approached. 

Michelle looked at the cultist, ready to mouth off the obviously low level weirdo, before she froze when she recognized the person.

“Emily?!” 

Emily. The firstborn daughter of Michelle’s nursemaid. 

Her childhood friend…?!

“W-What are you doing with them?!” she stuttered out, horrified by what she just found out. 

“Oh, it’s a recent thing,” Emily, a tall girl with flat chest …

Flat …

Those weren’t flat.

Those were very big. 

… Emily always had been more than a little self-conscious about -.

“You joined them to get yourself a bigger pair of boobs?” she asked incredulously. 

“Yup!” Emily grinned and then cupped her breasts under the robes. 

Those were huge.

Michelle frowned. That wasn’t her thinking or saying it. She looked around and saw one of the own bodyguards betraying her with that sort of comment. 

She sent that guard a gimlet glare before turning back to look at her … friend. She sounded like herself, at least.

“Are you here about the void dragons, the holy creations of the founder?” 

Okay, her friend now started to sound like a cultist. 

“Of course, I am! They popped out of nowhere and scared the living shit out of everyone! Why didn’t you warn us?!” 

Emily laughed nervously. “W-Well, the Priesthood as a whole are just finding out, too. Orins like me, the low level members, that is. Apparently, all of the zends knew about it and some of the select orins.”

‘This is starting to sound like one of those cult tipping points,’ Michelle thought. 

Then she heard an armored car racing toward them and then skidding to a stop. 

Her father jumped out of the armored jeep. 

“Michelle, what’s going on?!” Then he stopped. “Emily?!” 

Emily grinned. “The karcist made an announcement while calming us down. He has received permission from the Archon to achieve one of his long term goals.”

A permission from the Archon? To do what?”

“To do what?” her father demanded. 

Emily’s grin looked ferocious.

“To strike at the Draconis Combine for their sins.”

As if on cue, all of the ‘void dragons’ unfurled their featherless and flap-less wings. One of them opened its mouth and the more martially-inclined cultists and their “biomechs” began to stream in.

When the loading was complete - it’s been going on for a while, apparently, and she just noticed it - and the remaining cultists went back into their compound, the void dragons did something.

And then everyone saw it. 

Between the stringy sinews that connected the wing limbs, light began to gather. 

And then blossomed.

“O-Oh,” she muttered, not knowing what to say in a situation like this as she saw even more impossibilities start to unfold. 

Because living creatures that size of skyscrapers began to flap their nine pairs of giant wings and took to the air without so much as creating a gust.

And faster than anything that size had a right to move, they climbed up into the sky, and in less than a minute, they were gone, not even a glimmer to be seen in the bright blue sky.

Even though she wasn’t particularly religious despite having grown up in a Catholic family, Michelle prayed to God for the souls of the poor bastards the cult was after. She doubted they had warships large enough to keep the cult at bay. 

Worse, she doubted that the cult would have mercy for the samurais.