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Raymond Gondalatsi is my name. I am a scientist, I guess, by trade, and my soul
purpose is to create. I want to discover the powers of god on earth. I have created. Or rather, distorted.

My first experiments were nothing but mangled corpses by the time my syndrome was finished with them. But now I have finally made creatures.

They are human in appearance, oh yes, but monsters, to be exact, on the inside. They have ‘demons’ within them, dwelling inside their bodies in spirit, waiting to be awakened. When enough emotion or pain is inflicted, my experiments transform.

My first, I named William. He is my eldest experiment that has survived the syndrome. He is my first experiment to also become almost unstoppable. When I examined him, I was almost hysterical. He was a strange one, I must admit. Golden eyes, large and piercing, with a crazed look. A psychotic grin, shaped with fangs, a face half hidden by bangs of black hair.

When he awoke from his Sleep of Syndrome Development (SSD) his first question was where he was. Not who he was, or who I was. Where he was. I answered; my laboratory. I asked if he knew who he was. He answered; I am who I am.
It was phenomenal; his brain waves had already sussed out his body, his brain able to assess his physique and his appearance way before I could even note it down.

But William soon could feel the spirit of his demon bristle within him, and he began to demand to be free. I had chained him, for a caution. He thrashed and writhed, and I watched as claws burst from his fingernails. He had roared out in pain and fury that very moment. His fingers lengthened and his arms broke the chains. His face distorted and changed, lengthening also, his teeth growing and his tongue began to blacken. I had thought he was going to die, alike my other experiments.

But he was transforming. His demon was so bloodthirsty, and it sensed the fear and fury within poor William, and William embraced his demons will. He transformed into a wyvern. Black and shiny hided, with tendrils of blood red stripes clawing over his skin, wing leathery and thick, neck extended, eyes golden, the only source of light on his sinister body. His tail was long and lean, large black spikes flowing stiffly down his spine to the thorned end of his tail. His back legs bore huge talons, gorging holes in the titanium Development Tank he was in.

With that he roared curses at me, vowing to kill me when the day came. I thought the day was at that moment. He shook his head, and I knew he was psychic. He told me I wasn’t ready for a mangled death, and he enjoyed the thought of me huddled away in my lab, ready to die.
With that, he took flight through the roof of my laboratory.

And I, Raymond Gondalatsi, was in the first time in my life, afraid. So I made a choice. Kill myself now, to ease the waiting, or create some more, create minions of lessened strength, so they could be moulded and controlled. That is what I chose.
Good riddance, William, go wreak all havoc you want, but when you return you will feel your wrath turned upon you.

Description
Raymond Gondalatsi is my name. I am a scientist, I guess, by trade, and my soul
purpose is to create. I want to discover the powers of god on earth. I have created. Or rather, distorted.

My first experiments were nothing but mangled corpses by the time my syndrome was finished with them. But now I have finally made creatures.

They are human in appearance, oh yes, but monsters, to be exact, on the inside. They have ‘demons’ within them, dwelling inside their bodies in spirit, waiting to be awakened. When enough emotion or pain is inflicted, my experiments transform.

My first, I named William. He is my eldest experiment that has survived the syndrome. He is my first experiment to also become almost unstoppable. When I examined him, I was almost hysterical. He was a strange one, I must admit. Golden eyes, large and piercing, with a crazed look. A psychotic grin, shaped with fangs, a face half hidden by bangs of black hair.

When he awoke from his Sleep of Syndrome Development (SSD) his first question was where he was. Not who he was, or who I was. Where he was. I answered; my laboratory. I asked if he knew who he was. He answered; I am who I am.
It was phenomenal; his brain waves had already sussed out his body, his brain able to assess his physique and his appearance way before I could even note it down.

But William soon could feel the spirit of his demon bristle within him, and he began to demand to be free. I had chained him, for a caution. He thrashed and writhed, and I watched as claws burst from his fingernails. He had roared out in pain and fury that very moment. His fingers lengthened and his arms broke the chains. His face distorted and changed, lengthening also, his teeth growing and his tongue began to blacken. I had thought he was going to die, alike my other experiments.

But he was transforming. His demon was so bloodthirsty, and it sensed the fear and fury within poor William, and William embraced his demons will. He transformed into a wyvern. Black and shiny hided, with tendrils of blood red stripes clawing over his skin, wing leathery and thick, neck extended, eyes golden, the only source of light on his sinister body. His tail was long and lean, large black spikes flowing stiffly down his spine to the thorned end of his tail. His back legs bore huge talons, gorging holes in the titanium Development Tank he was in.

With that he roared curses at me, vowing to kill me when the day came. I thought the day was at that moment. He shook his head, and I knew he was psychic. He told me I wasn’t ready for a mangled death, and he enjoyed the thought of me huddled away in my lab, ready to die.
With that, he took flight through the roof of my laboratory.

And I, Raymond Gondalatsi, was in the first time in my life, afraid. So I made a choice. Kill myself now, to ease the waiting, or create some more, create minions of lessened strength, so they could be moulded and controlled. That is what I chose.
Good riddance, William, go wreak all havoc you want, but when you return you will feel your wrath turned upon you.