Amethyst Genesis: Bleeding Ruby

Birth of the Halfcomplete

The pair of genetic researchers were staring ancient object through the glass. They were on their break admiring the beauty of it.
"Absolutely beautiful." The woman says touching the glass with her finger tips. The gentle warmth it emitted was soothing. But the pairs' eyes were glued on the yellow chunk.
"Eve seems to be more stable." The man says touching the woman's hand. He however gazed at the woman. He was too enamored with the woman to even see the object.
"We know that Lyra will foster a better world for our child to be. Yet why do we fight against her?" The woman asks with a hint of regret behind her voice.
"So our daughter can live truly, life requires stimulation." The man says looking at the glass.
"But she has to be safe." The woman replies.
"With this she will". The man says looking back at the woman.
The two were silent before walking to the elevator. They selected the second to last button. The humming of the elevator stood little in the way of their conversation without words
The door opened as they walked out to see a hall full of tubes. each tube was large and round full of yellow liquid illuminated by the lights installed to its side. 14 tubes were lining the hallway. The chamber was lightly graced by the glow of from the great expansive room behind.
The two walked past the tubes and inspected them thoroughly.
"Mick made sure that the fluid could hold the stem cells in suspension without killing them. His own personal recipe." The man says tapping the glass."
The woman pulls a pair of gloves from a shelf and opens a small metal box which contained a lever connected to the cylinders. She pulled down the lever and the yellow tubes were injected with orange debris and liquid. The hum of the machinery began as a timer ticked down.
24:23
The buzz of the machinery began halt as a mechanical voice said softly.
"13 out of 14 entities Synthesized. Request more genetic sample? Y or N."
The woman sighed as the man got behind her. They approached the screen and took out a pair of cartridges. They inserted them into an opening near the screen and it hummed.
"14 out of 14 entities synthesized."
"Le Projet Perenne... A mistranslation of words. Yet a fitting title for humanity's culmination, hubris and efforts for its freedom." The man said scratching his beard softly.
The pair walked towards the last tube and smiled softly they touched the tube lovingly like a pregnant woman's belly.
"Aria.." The woman said sniffling slightly before leaning into her husband for comfort.
"I know. We did it. She has a second chance at life. We got our payment after all." The man said holding back tears of his own. But they trickled onto the woman's hair.
She paid no mind and continued holding the man tightly.
The two walked out of the room and back into the elevator.
Lyra was sitting cross legged over a fallen tank on a battle field.
"What did I say. No more war." Lyra sighed clicking her heels. Instead of a white tuxedo, she wore a pure white dress with a skirt that lined with her knees. Her heels were stained with blood as she flicks them off with a kick. The corpses of opposing leaders had their skull broken into from a heel imprint. She flies off as the soldiers lay their arms down in fear. The armed conflict was silenced by the primal sense of self preservation.
She stood in the stratosphere and looked at the stars she gazed beyond the galaxy's edges. And all along the edge was a fleshy amalgamation of lost souls. Lyra smiled as she flew towards it in half a second.. she touched it and absorbed it into herself. Within the other half she returned. She admired the blue sphere below. Her mind twitched as she felt an equal force birthed once more.
"The reseed protocol had begun. Fragments born amongst man." Lyra said as she felt a massive disturbance.
Lyra marveled at the invisible colors around the world.
Lyra sighed as she plummeted at speeds that split vacuum. And the moment she hit the ground she sped through crowds cleanly picking people off one by one. The power vacuum had to be exposed to her breath. She cleansed the world of exploiters in a grand blood bath. Lyra admired the cleaning of the world and the soul. The population decreased by a third that day.
Lyra sighed as she noticed she was in a city of clear waters. The metallic tower had been refurbished as she noticed children flocking the streets alone. The crime rate decreased drastically due to her influence to the point where the standard of public safety meant they were free to do as they pleased.
A black haired girl with emerald eyes guided them back to their line. She stopped and stared at Lyra before lowering her head and ushering the children away. Lyra looked up at the bright blue skies. She crossed the bridge clicking her heels in boredom. She closed her eyes and felt the souls of Fragment's birthed in the eyes of Man.
"4533, 164, 768." Lyra said calling out the names of the reincarnated fragments as she looked at the crystal clear waters.
She noticed one of the children stare at her. The child had a large amount of silky black hair. She paid no mind to it as she walked off.
The girl nudged the group of kids to follow. The children remained silent as they followed the woman towards the same building that housed the celestial objects. The children were escorted down an elevator and into a room decorated by 14 beds. They sat by them and were served soup and sandwiches meant for adults in size. They ate while chattering. All of them grew accustomed to each other despite appearances and were a family. The man and woman whom were genetic researchers sat with them while teaching them of the world through books and relics.
Among the children, a brunette was asleep in the lap of the woman buried in blankets. They lulled with the children to sleep as they showed tales of great people in history while they were tucked into bed comfortably. The young black haired girl turned off the lights of the room as the researchers followed suit. The bright sterile white lights soothed into a gentle black and orange hue.
"They've grown quite well. Who knew we had it in us." The woman chuckled.
"Nurturing young lives is the purpose of one's existence when they get to this point." The man says yawning. They walked past the wing near the mess hall and towards a quiet sector of the complex away from bustling people of the night shift. The metal tile shifted to wood and carpet as they entered the housing sector. The carpets were lined with stripes as they suddenly stopped their pace. The man opened the door for the woman as the girl continued walking forward to her own room. They exchanged nods and went to rest.
The man stared at the ceiling he sighed as he held a stuffed bear.
"They've been spoiled rotten enough." The woman says as she dries her hair.
"I know know." The man sighs.
"You have this problem and I've known it for a while. You are so darn sweet." The woman grins deviously. The pair embraced and laughed as the night carted on its quietness.
Lyra stared at the world during it's shutter hour. She sighed in relief as people paraded in festivals and music. The nights were lovely, so were the day. Safety of the masses came at no cheap cost. People were on their leisurely strolls admiring the stars. People chattered among their balconies and yards. Homes were merry and full of life. Peace was made, the innocents were left with full knowledge of the atrocities Lyra committed from the corpses of many. Usually one would assume that they'd be all piled up into multiple dozens of monuments dedicated to examples made of people. But not this time. Lyra was enjoying molding the flesh of man to fuel the ecosystems that would change the scape of many. She sowed biomass together and dyed it to weave new life. New species. Lyra was bored, she laughed as she felt more fragments were born into the prison of mortality and flesh. Where she danced biomes and mutations emerged. She noticed in the distance a purple fog that envelopes a quarter of the continent across the sea. She burst out from her workshop of flesh and eagerly  towards it. Her wings cutting the air at speeds that make light blush.
She made it to the Amethyst Genesis. She eagerly touched the sphere but it reacted with a violent surge.
She took her hand back as it was distorted in ways that ripped fabrics of logic.
She tried to grab at it again but her flesh was turned to strands.
She tilted her head as she flew off onto the day portion of the planet she noticed a man walking around in the sunny empty napping streets with a diseased smirk riddled on his face. An ecstasy of scum. Lyra smiled closing her eyes as she grabbed his throat and flew back to the mass. She landed and presented him to it. The man was quickly shredded to a fine shaving from the sheer presence. Lyra was perplexed by the defensiveness of the Object. She grinned noticing the unseen colors it craved.
"My, my dearest #3. I'm impressed with what kind of gamble you're going with." Lyra chuckled. She sat back and dozed for a few years watching and admiring the various fragments raining and spreading amongst the sky in their color varied splendor. She watched and watched until she noticed two fragments were missing from her count. #1 and #2. She sighed as she noticed the absence of #3, #4, and #6.