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Otherwise known as our plot.
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A few scientists from all over the globe were summoned together. Their cause; defeat the disease. It was a strange germ, one that seemed to refuse all worldly cures, until one day a man suggested that they just rebuild a body. A container of sorts that would hold the persons mind, but would not afflicted with the disease because they were no longer a flesh and blood human. They would, essentially, be an animated robot that thought on it's own terms. With the current paranoia, it was not hard to find able bodied, willing volunteers. Kept in tight quarantine to protect them virus, the hundred test subjects were, for the most part, killed because of the mad idea. The issue they had was that they could not get the body working in time to save the brain from dying.
Then they came out of hiding.
They, being those magic users who were remaining healthy only by their magic. It was them who suggested that they bargain with a demon to create the magic needed to get the body started, and then implant the brain. It was a brilliant idea, the scientists decided. They were all extremely skeptical, but at this point they were open to anything. It wasn't like they had any better ideas. Quite frankly, it worked like a charm. The first, albeit, crude, human doll was created. With thirteen test subjects left, they slowly improved the models until the final seven looked like ethereal beings, each more beautiful than was humanly possible.
Unfortunately, as such magical things usually have, there was a catch. The demons asked - rather, demanded - the service of the Human Dolls. Enchanted as they were by their delicate features and pixy-like frames they were quite insistent. In exchange, they said, they would give the scientists the key to the disease. Naturally, at the cost of seven people, they scientists gleefully handed them over and saved the human race. The demons also got the Human Dolls, whom were treated well and lived happily.
But that's just a story women tell their children when talking about those frightful years to make it seem less dramatic. Naturally the scientists were just brilliant and discovered the cure. Honestly.
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You wish. The truth is, that story is the complete and utter truth. The scientists hid behind it, simply because they knew the common population would just laugh at them and go on their merry way. Fact is, the dolls are still trapped down there, four females and three males, each the size of a very petite adult with a childlike boniness and beauty. Trapped with the seven demon Lords, one for each element: light, earth, water, air, fire, spirit, and darkness. Together, they keep their masters in a good mood so they don't rain fire and brimstone down on the human race.
But complications, such as the fact that the Demon Lord of Fire has gotten bored with his own doll and is coveting another one has arisen. And it's not just that. The dolls are starting to despise their masters. They care less and less about the human race each day because of the way they were doomed to immortality in a half magical half robot shell. There is the occasional compassionate feeling, but even for the best of them it has become fleeting. Even some of the lesser demons who serve in the House notice the unrest, and many are not afraid to stir the feelings of the Dolls towards the worst.
Trapped in a Mansion of sorts, although beautiful and bent totally to their wishes, will the Dolls betray their Masters? Only time shall tell.
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