Soul Slayer: Reborn

Chapter 12- The Naive Mind is a Fickle Thing

TW for torture
A rhythmic pain in Dia's torture chair sprung once more, the chair and Dia's voice rattling after the shot of electric agony.
The torture finally ceased. Dia huffed and spat on the floor,
"What the hell was that about?! Y-you could at least warn me a little before you... you, oh I don't know what the hell that is, you could of just destroyed my ability to have properly functioning limbs for all I know!" Trox chuckled under his breath childishly, his happiness made Dia feel nauseous.
"Bah, You're fine! Just a quick check on your mental state, is all." Dia was still shocked, yet her shock was annoyance rather than fear. Trox did admire and wonder why she was like that, the conclusion he came to was that Dia was all too stubborn and all too rough to be in terror by him anymore, he did truly miss her ignorance at times.
"On my mental state? By giving me what I can only guess as a high electrified shock?" Trox then pulled out a stool and sat next to her, he seemed out of place in the sleek, monochrome room with glowing lights on the walls and advanced technological pads. He put two fingers on the bridge of his nose,
"Well if you were shocked and didn't speak back a witty remark that would say a lot. As well as that you questioned me, obviously exasperated so I know not much had changed. Your pain receptors are all right as rain, and your brain doesn't seem damaged... I could go on..."  He gave his all too familiar grin,"And it also is quite amusing seeing your comebacks. Like, hahaha, you-you literally ask me that I should of warned you... ahahahaha, that-that I, your capturer 'by the way', should of warned you before I give you an electrified shock! Pffftt man and you do think you're smart don't you?" Dia rolled her eyes and looked downwards instead, mumbling,
"At least I'm smarter than Husworth..." even though Dia was barely audible Trox heard her,
"Who's Husworth, huh?" Dia seemed bored,
"Duh, you know him, Alex y'know? The guy who you were picking on in the woods coz he said Rose's Sister's name and he got super pissed about you picking on him because he's short or whatever and any tall guy that he comes across he just gets, like, instantly mad about..." Dia had gotten so whipped up in her own conversation and Trox had been listing to the whole thing without saying a word that Dia actually forgot she wasn't talking to a psychopath. Her voice actually sounded happy as she laughed,"Like, I've seen him around other dudes and you can literally just see steam coming from his head like mad! Really like I bet that's what he usually uses his powers for, forget about lighting fires just having steam and smoke everywhere it's hilarious! Oh god even though he's an asshole it is funny seeing his face like..." she slowly looked to Trox, only noticing that she had been talking right at him like he was her friend. She mumbled,"Whatever." Trox shrugged,
"No, no, continue." Dia swallowed hard and found it easier to focus on the dull design of the room instead of Trox's face,
"Don't you want to get on and torture me?" Trox shrugged, getting up, cracking his neck and sliding the stool away,
"Not particularly. What about you?" Dia sighed, it wasn't like he cared about her opinion. She knew she shouldn't delay the inevitable, and maybe she'd be able to go back to her cell to give her time to think,
"Fine. Do it, I just hope you get what you wanted and that you even have the strength to control my magic." Trox rolled his eyes, a hand on the bridge of his nose as he gruffed out,
"I *will* have your powers. And you can't do anything to stop me. " she shook her head,
"They'll disappear within a month." Trox shrugged,
"I don't want your powers forever, I'm not going to 'take over the world' hahah, who do you think I am? Nether?" But he sighed, shaking his head,"Look here, Princess, you can do this easily, I don't need to deal you this much pain. Just give into it, and we can get this over and done with within, I dunno... fifteen minutes? I've been doing this for years now and the more I scramble your brains, the more scarred you'll be. It'll be harder for me to revert what I've done to you. So just... give into it! Just listen to me! WHY DON'T YOU JUST GIVE UP?! WHY DO YOU KEEP TRYING?! I can't understand! Just... just give up... STOP BEING SUCH A FOOL, I CAN'T UNDERSTAND!" She shook her head and fought back, heaving. Yet Trox stood behind her and closed his eyes, placing two fingers atop her head and pressing down lightly,"Give into it." Reddish swirls began to envelop the two, Dia thrashing as the clamps on her wrists, ankles and neck grew tighter. The sedative Trox had given her was still working away, it was only the fact that Trox was able to force Dia to stay awake was the only reason she hadn't passed out yet. Dia closed her eyes, the world becoming blurry as the colour and magic in her eyes began to fade, tears beginning to fill her eyes.
"... why do you do this to me?" Was the only thing Dia could muster out whispering. Trox looked down on her, now he sure looked sympathetic. He turned his head away, his knuckles whitening and he shook his head,
"... I have to do this. I *need* this..." Dia's body began to glow, but not that crimson red- her body glowed a metallic grey.
"You're suffering." A vein in Trox's cheek twitched as he began to stop slowly, listening to what Dia was saying. "Your soul is torn, you can't control your anger. You hate yourself, you loath yourself with nothing I've seen before... you're depressed every night, you're anxious every morning, you're lonely every afternoon. Nothing fills you anymore, you're just empty." Dia looked like she wanted to cry, but not because of the draining and torturing and pain she had been through. She seemed so enveloped in his emotions,"... you're lonely. You're so, so, so lonely... you're suffering." Trox stared at her his eyes full of emotion. He stood there staring at her, maybe she had finally turned him to see the light, maybe he could finally see who he truly was. He drew his hand away. Dia wasn't sure about the emotion on his face, she had never seen the man this open before.
But he burst out laughing,
"Was that supposed to scare me or something? Was it supposed to make me stumble backwards with a hand over my mouth?" He shrugged, Dia's mouth hung open a little with shock,"But I wasn't expecting you of all people to be able to look inside *my* mind. Don't get cocky though, that was only a snippet." He stepped a little closer, "Princess, if you were truly able to look inside my mind... you'd be in tears." Dia wasn't sure if she was horrified or upset by him, if she was sympathetic or detesting. Maybe this was just her relationship, a constant tug of war of an almost human like person to a deceiving monster which he truly was.
But, 'The monster' as Dia had called Trox now unstrapped the girl as she fell on her hands. When she saw his face again, he was still smiling, but his posture, his eyes, his face was empty. It was afraid. He was afraid. He turned his head away a little and she only heard him muster out one mutter to himself,"...Gods you're too young." But when he turned back to look at her again, Trox's eyes glowed a deep, dark black as she stood up grasping her head.
"Don't you dare try to control me... you've done enough!" She heaved standing up wobbly before anchoring herself firmly to the side of the torture chair and intertwining a hand through a metal gear so she could grasp bearings. Trox now continued to blab onwards while she half listened to him, while most of her attention was set at expelling the strange power in her mind that twisted her thoughts and tried to pull away her own consciousness.
"Yeah, like you said I've put you in that chair enough, let's see if it works then, everything's like Ozymandias in the end anyway." Dia spet on the floor,
"What in hell is that supposed to mean?" Trox chuckled,
"It means that one could toil for millennia in sight of completing a 'purpose' even when in the end, time will always make everything end in turmoil. That no matter how hard you try to put your thought and effort into something, all options will end in calamity, or death. So it's better to get up and do something even if it will never work if everything's ends in failure after all..."
"-Oh piss off." Dia braced herself with her teeth firmly pressed together,"I don't wanna hear your philosophical bullshit to take my mind off all my rights being instantly- nghh- stripped away." Trox rolled his eyes but soon tried to focus, his body for once seemed calmed. He massaged his temples and began to mutter something underneath his breath,
"Be one with me. Be one with me." He looked at Dia and mumbled again as of talking to her,"You are one with me, you are one with me. You are one with me." His eyes glowed darker as Diancie starting to stand rubbed her eyes. Diancie's eyes too turned the same colour as her body became limp and her face expressionless.
"Nghhh... no, no! I WON'T LET YOU TAKE CONTROL OF ME!" She screamed, her body becoming stiff now trying to fight his manipulation. He hands were now pressed into her scalp as if she wanted to rip out her very own skin,
"Just...just...GIVE INTO IT!" Trox bellowed, his power now invisibly exploding outwards.
All drew quiet. He bent over her a little, as he had never done this kind of manipulation before, he was never certain if it would end well. He actually crouched down to Dia- as she was now laying unconscious on the floor- and put his hand on the side of her neck before actually muttering out her name,
"... Diancie-?"