The Living Weapon of DXD

Prologue, Chapter 0.2 Origins

There I was again, beaten, starved, hung. I could feel the hooks and rusted chains that hung me from the ceiling burn. "Must have laced it with something new this time." I thought to myself. My current position was not very comfortable, I mean as comfortable as you can get hung twelve feet off the ground via many jagged hooks and chains.

I could hardly lift my head, I was just... so... damn... hungry.

Damn bastards know feeding me would allow me to regenerate, but still, room service, zero outta ten.

"HELLOOOOOO~" An overly eager voice sang out as they barged into the operating room. Tilting my head slightly I could barely make out the visage of the Doctor. Pretty sure he never went to medical school but seeing as he's the only person here in charge of 'conditioning' he loves the title.

"And just how are you today my little trouble maker? I trust the new concoctions are making your stay enjoyable?" He called out over his shoulder.

Oh ya... he's insufferably batshit insane.

Opening my mouth slightly I tried to form a comeback, only to remember the effect of dehydration. My voice only came out as whispered breathing. "Oh I'll take that as a yes, but sadly our time is up." He declared sadly. Before I could think of what he ment I heard heavy footsteps enter the room.

"Is it conscious Doctor?" I gruff sounding voice asked. "Oh he's awake and... umm... not well? Bah, he's awake." The Doctor answered.

Tilting my head even more I could see Cadgar the acolyte captain. Letting out a low growling sound at him I could hear him scoff. Prancing across the room the Doctor made his way to a control panel underneath me. After hitting several buttons I could feel the chains and hooks being ripped out of my body, all except a few chains nailed into my right arm, leaving me hanging by it.

"Apologies sir acolyte I will have him down in a moment." The Doctor apologized. "No need." Cadgar said dismissively before reaching into his robes. With a single motion he flung his seeking oversized shuriken at my arm, severing it just below the shoulder to allow me to fall to the ground.

With a resounding thud I hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. Turning my head so I could look up in rage at him he only smiled. "If only you could show such fury at a mark, you would have been a great assassin." He mocked before grabbing my remaining arm. "I will take it from here, continue your... 'research'." He ordered dragging me out of the room while doing so.

After a few minutes of dragging later I could already tell what room he was taking me to.

The pits.

Slamming the doors to the pits open he threw me in front of one of the grates. "The masters have ordered you spend the next several weeks in the pit before you are allowed to rejoin the other initiates." He explained while lifting the grate.
"Perhaps this time you'll learn your lesson." He mocked before kicking me into the hole.

With no voice to even groan I could only silently fall down into the pit. The light from the grate moving further and further away. Before I knew it I felt my back hit the bottom hard, several crunching noises told me that much. At
least there was one side to the constant torture.

Pain became meaningless to me.

While I couldn't move in the slightest my body was already going to work absorbing the moisture from the damp hole. After the 'refreshing' drink I could finally feel my eyelids grow heavy, and an unnatural darkness take it over.

To think this is how they treat children. I mean I do already have the body of a teenager despite being only eight years old (thank the mutation for that). I was also, for some ungodly reason, incredibly durable. Still not an excuse but still.