C179 Experimenting

*two... I couldn't think of anything...*

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"Hello again, All-black." Tom greets the dark sword before him.

As the sword appears in front of them, it lunges to the side and tries to fly out of an open window.

Before it could get anywhere near the window, the sword disappears and appears right back in front of Tom and Lady Death.

"Where do you think you're going?" Lady Death asks with a raised eyebrow as her arms cross in front of her.

At the sound of Lady Deaths' voice reprimanding it, All-black started shaking and morphed into its humanoid shape.

Prostrating on the ground, the monstrous black Symbiote groveled in Lady Deaths' direction.

"Please forgive me!" All-black spoke pathetically in its raspy deep voice.

"I don't know... you've tried escaping multiple times now and each time I hear the same thing. 'Please forgive me!' 'I apologize, Lady Death!' 'It will never happen again!' Every time I hear your pathetic groveling, I grow less and less forgiving." Lady Death says as her deathly aura spikes, pressuring All-black into a small black puddle on the throne rooms floor.

"Let's not waste too much time, alright? I have classes tomorrow morning and I would like to get some sleep tonight." Tom says to Lady Death.

Her aura that once surrounded and pressurized All-black vanished, causing the black sludge-like puddle to morph back into its humanoid form.

Panting on the ground exhausted and afraid, All-black kept his head down bowing in Lady Deaths' direction.

"Would you like any help getting this little guy under control?" Lady Death asks as if All-black were nothing more than a puny insect.

All-black flinches at Lady Deaths' words. He knows that whatever is in store for him isn't going to be good.

"Yes, I want to be able to wield All-black, but I don't trust it not to betray me the second it gets free of your watch. Do you have any ideas on how to get it under control? I was thinking of either mind control, mind-wiping, or transferring another consciousness into the sword instead. Of course, if we were to do the last one, His current consciousness would need to be wiped or ejected somehow..." As Tom says that he places his hand on his chin, pondering on what would be his best option.

With every word out of Tom's mouth, All-black starts becoming more anxious and depressed. He has no way to escape nor can he fight back and these people are going to do who knows what to him. He truly felt like a helpless child in this situation.

Worst of all, they keep talking about him as if he were nothing more than a thing. Calling him 'it' and speaking like his life didn't matter at all.

"Hmm, we could remove its astral body and dispose of it, replacing it with a more compliant soul from the many dead souls that I rule over?" Lady Death says, piquing Toms interest immensely.

"That would be perfect, but would another soul survive in a body that wasn't originally meant for them?" Tom asks, hoping to cover all of the possible screw-ups that could occur.

"Well, I see no reason why it wouldn't work." Lady Death said after a brief moment of thought. "We could test it out with one of the less worthy souls at first? That way if something goes wrong, we don't lose a good candidate for your new sentient sword."

"Alright, let's try it out!" Tom says excitedly as he steps toward All-black. "Keep him still for me, will you? Also, keep his astral body from fleeing as well."

Getting a nod from Lady Death, Tom steps in front of a frozen in place All-black and strikes him with an open palm, knocking his astral body from his physical black sludge body.

As Tom does this, All-blacks physical body reverts back into a puddle without any sort of form, swordlike, humanoid, or otherwise.

Peaking into the astral plane, Tom can see All-blacks humanoid astral body bound tightly I'm deathly black chains. No matter how much he struggles for freedom, the chains hold tightly, keeping him firmly in place.

"Good work, Death. Keep him alive for now. I want to make sure this works before we get rid of him." Tom says, receiving an understanding nod from his deathly servant.

"You got it, Master. Do you have any request for our test subject, or should I just choose from the pool of souls with the most stains on their living records?" Lady Death asks.

"Nah, just pick randomly," Tom says with an uncaring shrug.

Nodding to her master, Lady Death snaps her fingers and the soul of an old man appears before her.

"Huh? Where am I?" The man asks as he's never met Lady Death before nor has he been in her palace.

Lady Black ignores the soul in favor of her master.

"This man was your average serial rapist/murderer. Nothing special but he'll do as a fine test subject." Lady Death explains.

"What?! Test subject?!" The soul asks with an angry shout.

After explaining everything to Tom, Lady Death grasped the souls by the neck and slammed it into the black puddle on the palace floor.

The puddle started moving and slowly forming into the body shape of the man, whose soul was just slammed into the symbiote sludge.

"Huh? What happened? I feel kind of funny..." The new Symbiote said with a deep and distorted voice.

Looking down at himself, the new Symbiote started hyperventilating.

"What happened to me?!" He screamed in fear as he noticed his black sludge body. "What did you do to me?!"