'First, I need to get a jar.'
Amethiel turned away from the table, the sticky residue of Kree's precum clinging to his fingers.
He walked briskly to a storage cabinet, his mind already cataloging the next steps.
'There we go.'
Amethiel took it. A clean, sterile glass jar with a wide mouth. A label for documentation.
He had them created for this very purpose.
Well, not to collect sperm, but any sample that monsters could give him.
Efficiency was key.
Amethiel wiped the jar down with a cloth and placed it on a small stand near the bedside. The cool glass gleamed.
'I don't look forward to this,' he thought. 'Out of all the things I had to do to gather samples…this feels too much even for me.'
But what was research?
Research meant gathering information.
And all the greatest researchers, even inventors, crossed a line to get to where they were.
