The year is 1686. The air in the colonial African outpost is thick with the scent of damp earth and dread. A strange, metallic wreckage, smoking faintly, lies embedded in the parched ground. British colonials, faces grim with a mix of awe and terror, circle what can only be described as a fallen star. Inside, an unearthly silence hangs over the mangled remains of beings unlike anything ever seen. Their forms are sleek, dark, almost obsidian, hinting at a biology utterly alien.
Under the cloak of utmost secrecy, in a makeshift, heavily guarded facility, the gruesome work began. Thousands upon thousands of field experiments were conducted. Alien tissue was harvested, analyzed, and injected into countless unfortunate subjects, both human and animal. Each attempt ended in grotesque failure, deformities, and agonizing deaths. The British Empire, obsessed with gaining an insurmountable advantage, funded this horror for decades, centuries even.
Years later, amidst the crumbling remnants of that forgotten research, came Dr. Orion. He was brilliant, eccentric, and utterly unburdened by conventional morality. Driven by a singular, obsessive vision, he poured over the data, the failures, the agony. After countless false starts, a breakthrough. Dr. Orion successfully synthesized a symbiotic genome from the preserved alien extract. It was a perfectly designed parasite, ready for a host.
His chosen subject: a 15-year-old boy slave, his name forgotten, a mere number in Dr. Orion's cold logbook. The infusion was agonizing, the boy's screams muffled by thick walls and the hum of machinery. But where all others had failed, this boy survived. His skin began to shimmer with an unnatural, deep black luster. He was a living weapon, a vessel of unimaginable power.
To preserve his creation, Dr. Orion placed the boy in a cryo-chamber, a gleaming sarcophagus designed to suspend life indefinitely. But whispers spread amongst the facility's nurses. They saw the boy, they understood the horror. In a desperate, futile act of rebellion, they attacked the scientific base. Chaos erupted. Amidst the gunfire and shouts, Dr. Orion, his eyes fixed on his ultimate achievement, managed to hide the cryo-chamber, sealing it away in a forgotten, subterranean vault, just as the facility collapsed around him. The boy, Black, was lost to time.