The two Scarlet Women Fairy Tail Male reader X Erza Scarlet X Irene Belserion

rescue

Irene and Elsie stood side by side in the dimly lit chamber, their eyes fixed on the array of documents and ancient tomes spread across the large wooden desk. The room was a chaotic mix of archaic technology and mystic alchemy, an unsettling testament to the dark experiments conducted within the academy's depths.

"There's got to be something here," Irene muttered, her fingers deftly flipping through the yellowed pages of an old journal. The words, written in a spidery hand, detailed experiments and trials that made her stomach churn. Elsie, her expression grim, was rifling through a stack of brittle parchments, each one more horrifying than the last.

As they pored over the documents, a sickening pattern began to emerge. Each entry chronicled a series of horrific failures. Subjects who had undergone the transfusion of the mysterious liquids suffered unimaginable fates. One report detailed a young woman whose organs had slowly ceased to function, one by one, until she died in excruciating pain. Another spoke of a man whose eyes had burst from their sockets, the pressure from the unnatural substances proving too much for his body to bear.

"This is monstrous," Elsie whispered, her voice thick with horror. "How could anyone justify this?"

Irene's face was a mask of concentration, but her eyes betrayed her disgust. "They believed they were on the brink of a breakthrough," she said, her tone laced with disdain. "But all they found was more death and suffering."

One particularly harrowing account described a subject who had suddenly awakened mid-transfusion. His screams echoed through the corridors as he thrashed against his restraints, driven mad by the pain and the invasive magic. He had died moments later, his body unable to withstand the trauma.

Elsie felt a wave of nausea and clutched the edge of the desk to steady herself. She braced for it and felt it coming strongly, hurling up her breakfast she held onto the table for support. Stopping her unfortunate relief she glanced towards the rows of students lying in cage-like beds, hooked up to the same cruel machines described in the documents. Their faces were pale, their bodies unnaturally still, save for the occasional twitch or shudder.

"Is there really nothing we can do for them?" Elsie asked, her voice barely a whisper. "We can't just leave them like this."

Irene shook her head slowly, her heart heavy with sorrow. "The processes described here are irreversible," she said. "These notes detail countless attempts to reverse the effects, but all ended in failure. Organ failure, insanity, death... every possible outcome is worse than the last."

Tears welled up in Elsie's eyes as she looked at the students. "So, what do we do? Just stand here and watch them suffer?"

Irene placed a comforting hand on Elsie's shoulder. "Sometimes, there are no good options. We can try to ease their pain, but we can't undo what's been done."

They continued to sift through the papers, hoping against hope to find some glimmer of a solution. But the more they read, the more apparent it became that the experiments were nothing short of a death sentence. Every formula, every procedure, every desperate attempt to stabilize the subjects had only resulted in further agony.

Elsie picked up a particularly thick tome and began to read aloud. "Experiment #137. Subject exhibited increased magical abilities initially, but within 24 hours, began to show signs of severe mental distress. Subject's cognitive functions deteriorated rapidly, leading to self-harm and eventual death." She closed the book with a heavy thud, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "It's all the same. Every single one of them ends in disaster."

Irene nodded, her expression grim. "These experiments were doomed from the start. The substances they're using... they were never meant to be introduced into the human body. The combination of herbs, magical infusions, and mutagenic compounds is simply too volatile."