Day One-Hundred.
Every day I have locked myself away in my studies, in the mortal coil I promised to untangle and form something better for the future of Outworld.
Creation does not take seven days and I do not believe the Gods worthy enough, nor creative enough to make such a creature as I have tediously worked on.
"Mileena" he named her. A girl that would suit as his rightful heir and daughter.
In Outworld, beings grew slowly and over a long course of time into adulthood, but on Earthrealm it was quicker. Still, as quick as they grew, it was too slow for what I had in mind to make. She must be fighting ready, and we only had days.
Magic and souls of warriors that burrowed and coursed through my veins would serve as the catalyst to my science. That is the spark that will breathe life and purpose into this girl.
First, however, she needed a mother.
It is on this day we found that host. A young girl that looked she could be sixteen, or seventeen on Earthrealm, vastly older in Outworld, but her power is ancient even more so than Shao Kahn and the Dragon King.
This girl, Skarlet, has an innate ability to draw power from Blood Magic. It is a skill not many have, and is often something that must be learned, or imbued through magic itself. It is likely she has had someone in her bloodline with that ability, passed on through genetics.
She had no idea how to wield it, or even that it was present in her body memory. However, over a short period of time she will learn from Shao Kahn to harness this ability. Couple that with her raw talent for survival, she will learn to fight, and the souls of warriors I have consumed will serve to weaponize her for the tournament.
With this young girl's blood, I will be able to forge a new daughter for Shao Kahn. A girl with a Kahn's blood, the innate ability to wield Blood Magic, and mix that with the fierceness of Tarkatan dna and the creature I aim to create will be so terrible, the Gods themselves with quiver with fear.
Day One-Hundred-Three
Skarlet has been an incredibly suitable student and match for Shao Kahn and my study. It is clear the girl was beaten and abused, mentally, physically, sexually all throughout her life. She knows nothing but pain, suffering, hatred, and blood. This concoction of destruction has allowed her to survive Shao Kahn's training so far. We are only three days in and she has grasped more of her power than most that simply pick it up from a sorcerer.
Her blood has provided positive results in the lab as well. It is absolutely boiling with promise. I have begun the construction of a new Mileena. She will be born into the body of what an Earth Realmer would consider a twelve year old girl. Magic allows me to age them where Shao Kahn desires. He wished for a young daughter that he could raise, but not a babe.
I have worked tirelessly in my lab. Science, Magic, and my own blood and sweat has gone into creating this masterpiece for my master. Though failure has marred my record with him after losing to Kung Lao, Mileena will be my greatest triumph and solidify my spot at his side when we kill Kitana and take Outworld back.
The first step, however, is to awaken this girl. Her body is finished. Her lips pursed between jagged teeth, a beauty and yet a terror all the same. Her flesh, nubile and young, but brimming with sensitivity to the magic Skarlet draws so easily. I believe she will open her eyes today, for I have filled her head with souls of warriors to grant her a start for becoming a deadly weapon. She will have to learn fast, but her body will be able to pick it up.
She just needs to open her eyes.
Day One-Hundred-Five.
Mileena, horrified at the very sight of herself, has denounced me, her own creator. Shao Kahn has beaten her already and Skarlet mothered her. She knows what this girl's purpose is as it is the same as herself. These women will know their place.
In her anger she her power has grown, raw and untamed. She is a wild animal. Not unlike her mother and the Tarkatans.
Today, Skarlet threatened to draw every last ounce of blood in me for having created Mileena to suffer. If it weren't for Shao Kahn, she very nearly would have.
I will keep myself locked away in my lab perfecting my projects and doing as Shao Kahn asked to focus on Mileena and Skarlet's progression before the tournament.
Only days away.
Day One-Hundred-Six
I will end Shao Kahn. I will kill Mileena like the fifteen before her. I will not be your slave, nor work solely on your pet projects! I am a sorcerer, and because Shao Kahn was so easily defeated by Kitana have I been stripped of my right as a free roaming sorcerer.
Skarlet has grown to hate me, just as Mileena has. Shao Kahn finds it amusing, but these girls do not realize that I aided in their creation. I am the true father, through science, of Mileena, not Shao Kahn, and I am the one that told Syzoth to capture Skarlet. If it weren't for me, she would still be a wild girl in Outworld, or devoured by Syzoth, should I have given him the order.
Just wait until the tournament, Shao Kahn.
And now for a taste of things to come...