The dark corridors flashed sporadically in blue light, the source coming from under Claudia's doorway. The rough wooden planks aglow as work continued within. Inside the rooms of Miss Ladimore the hissing and breathing of of electric machinery drone on.
With her soldering pen firmly in hand she binds the blue chest plate onto the open chest cavity of shelldon sealing in a glass riddled heart. Shelldon's size is massive his feet dangling over the stone slab he has been laid out on. His hands large enugh to engulf Cluadia's head lay lifeless next to him. Shelldon's face is a tightly drawn mask of skin and stitches, fleshless and nearly incapible of showing emotion. The top of his cranium has been opened and inside is still the empty shell of where should be a brain.
On a pedestal near him hooked into wires and metal needles is the brain that Cluadia hopes to transfer into shelldon once of course she has made modifactions to the gray matter. Slices of sample brain tissues are laid out on a tray, examples from other brains she has examined of area's in the premier brain she has no desire to leave within Shelldon. Emotional bonds must be severed... Love, Hate, remorse and pity have no room within the perfect shell of her child.
The large limbs of shelldon were the easy part veins and nerves, so simple to connect or disconnect. Yet the brain and spinal cord has taken her days she agonizes over every slight detail to the exclusion of all else. The mechanics are remedial, blood flow and valves of the heart.
Far too simple and even though she wanted to hurry through these parts she still took her time.
Finally as she finishes the last rivet on the chest plate she moves to place the brain in and connect and seal it. So much work would all be for naught if her hand slipped at this point. Hours pass, the sun or moon might of set Cluadia has no idea, or even any idea of the world outside her rooms.
Standing back to admire her own work she smiles quickly before placing tesla like coils on either side of the slab and running wires and connectors into him. Bolts of electricity arc and dance in blue light between the two coils. Then cluadia takes from a wooden box a crystal, small even in her own hand but radiating darkness. Inside the crystal looks out a face evil and malevolent, Cluadia places the crystal overtop the chestplate and it floats on its own a few inches overtop of shelldon.
"Now I put my faith in the Dark Lady's hands, give me what so many have been sacrificed for." Cluaida mutters to herself before pulling the latch that unleashes vast amounts of power into shelldon's inert frame.
The electricity flows smoothly into shelldon and claudia steps forward to stand at the foot of the slab. Taking no more notice of the coils she falls into herself, Shadows envlope her and the crystal responds draining and leeching the shadows from herself and giving it to shelldon. The flow of shadow and power continues pushing Claire to the limits of sanity her body never built to handle shadows in any amounts. Cluadia collapses onto the floor the red pinpricks of light in her eye sockets fading, fading... She looks so much like another withered dried corpse, lifeless... dead.
Shelldon moves twitches at first and then stands on the stone slab, the dark crystal floats before him inches from his face the evilness of it palatable in the air.
"Welcome....Sssshelldon Ladimore, to the world." The voice is bodiless and fills the room with it's echo's.
Shelldon looks down at the corpse on the floor then back to the crystal that hovers before him. "What are you?" his voice is quick and snaps like a lash leaving the taste of bitterness behind every word.
"Your... Father." The laughter that fallows echos insanely around shelldon the face inside mimicking the sounds. Shelldon reaches out with a large hand taking hold of the shard, Shelldon's face contorts in what one must assume is a smile before crushing the crystal into dust with unholy strength. "I think not."
Darkness explodes outwards from his hand and flows back into Cluadia. With a loud gasp of air Cluadia arches her back as her essence is returned to her.
Still standing on the slab of stone Shelldon's voice and face soften somewhat as he looks down at Claudia. "Mother."
