🌊Siren's Son🌊Oneshots

Pay The Price

TW: slight mentions of torture.

"Mmm.. Maybe you're into acting, or music, playing an instrument, perhaps? Some enjoy a more traditional sense of art, like drawing or painting. Video game design or makeup even." Laughter erupted in the classroom.

You rolled your eye, "You might find it funny, but I'm being very serious." You skimmed the room, looking for someone to pick on. Your eyes instantly landed on Zeke.

"Let's take Zeke for example," He groaned, instantly know what was coming. "Zeke, is very found of pottery. I know that because I often see him hanging around my room making jars, and pots and what not."

"Oh, come on, they really didn't need to know that!" He whined.

You chuckled, "Oh, you know I only pick on you because I love you," You cooed. "Point being, all of these are forms of art. The term art itself is a very broad term. It cam be used to describe many things, not just painting and drawing. Now before we run out of time, for your next assignment, I will pass out this blank piece of paper and write down your own definition of art, along with three things you do in your life that could be considered art." You passed out the paper while you gave instructions.

And just as if clock work, the bell rang, right on time. "Well, that's it for today. Have a great rest of your day, guys!" You called out to the students leaving.

You loved being an art teacher. You loved your job, you truly did, but it was all a rather bittersweet feeling. You were an art- scientist.

You taught the beauty of art- The samples. The blood. Judah's screams as you put a moonbell against his skin, instantly causing him pain. Your submission into the Circle from that experiment.

"Good job, rookie. Welcome to the Circle."

The tag.

"Experiment Subject Prime 4-1"

You inhaled sharply, "Please forgive me, Judah." You whispered.

At the time you were so desperate for protection. You needed to get away at all costs. You weren't just an artist, you could be so much more if given the chance. And you knew that, even then. The Circle, they practically handed you the chance. Back then the pain you inflicted upon other individuals didn't matter. You needed desperate protection from the mafia. If it took a little pain upon others just for yu to be safe again, then so be it.

Back then it was easy. It was easy to be heartless. It was easy to look at the pained faces of your subjects and not care. It's for the greater good, You would say to yourself. But after seeing, and meeting, and growing close with your subjects, you would rather have a bullet to your head, then to hurt those kids again.

And knowing how this organization is like, that might be exactly what will happen to you.

You remember meeting Judah. Or meeting an unconscious version of him at least. It was the worst day of your life. It was the day that you proposed the Moonbell lab. The Moonbell experiments were a series of experiments conducted on Judah DeVoe, upon his arrival from the east coast. the idea behind it was that there was something chemical in the Moonbell flowers that would cause any descendent of any divine pain.

It was a way to identify people who could possibly have divine blood in them. Of course you first suggested to do it on someone who was certainly related to a divine; Abe Gregor. The Gregor family had been cursed from a start. Nix had cause every single one of his decedents to have pink hair, making it extremely easy to pick them apart in a crowd. Which one can only assume was Nix's intention. Either way, the Gregor's were an easy target.