Origins of the Death Family

[Death.RunningVerminator]

800 A.S.

"Dr., It's ready."

A middle aged man in a white lab coat approached his assistant and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"My friend. My dear friend.. today.. today we make history!"

His assistant nodded and grinned a bit, still a bit worried over the calculations that had come up just recently. Before proceeding, he spoke up. "Sir, i don't know if it's the.. uh.. wisest move.. to do it now, i mean."

The doctor sighed and looked deeply into his assistant's eyes then said, "I make the decisions around here, vermin."

The assistant frowned a bit and looked down at the floor. Quietly he said to himself, "I've told you not to call me that.."

The doctor had begun to walk away, but turned around and stared sternly at his youthful apprentice.

"What? Excuse me? You are nothing. You contribute nothing! You are a leech, stealing my food, my shelter, my science! Just like vermin you clean from the sewers. Hmpf. I should never have taken you under my wing.."

They both stood there, gazing around curiously. The young assistant and apprentice knew his superior needed him, but he knew it was difficult for him to say it and so they both treated each other with disrespect as to make things less uncomfortable.

The Doctor went back to work, standing in front of a large glass cylinder in the center of the room. He began pressing buttons located on a panel beside it, while his assistant worked on the computer behind him. The two scientists were both working furiously, running around the room full of gadgets and gizmos, grabbing one thing and putting it there and pushing buttons over there.

"Alright, i think everything's set for the final procedure. The material is in place and.. almost everything seems alright. Only thing is the predicted outcome seems far more hostile than what we originally anticipated, sir."

The doctor turned and tapped his chin, looking back and forth at his assistant and the cylinder in front of him.

"Nonsense. Even if that were so, the hostility would, quite frankly do nothing. After all, am i a hostile person? Hah!"

Confused and determined on preventing the flaw, the young apprentice questioned him yet again, "But sir.. you have killed dozens of innocent people. How can you say that?"

"Those times are past, and even so.. that's nothing. Everyone kills people! Come now dumby! Even the navy, those 'sworn to protect us' kill every day! For a living, even!"

The assistant sighed, while his teacher fell silent, knowing he was all too correct but afraid to admit it to someone lower than him. In a rash tone, Dr. Death gave the order to continue with the procedure. The order that would kill millions, enslave hundreds, make thousands tremble. The order that would change the course of history, spawning lesser evil from the devil himself. The order that created a demon made of human flesh bent on murder and destruction.