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A shadow shifts through the room with a disgustingly twisted smile- instilling deep-rooted fear into the hearts of any dim-witted cleaner that was unfortunately assigned to its temporary holding cell- no, scratch that… Even being in this shadow's near vicinity would subject someone to madness or psychopathic tendencies- its own shadow left a twistedly beautiful trail of purple mist that glimmered and shone like a moonlit river whenever the blindingly white facility lights barely managed to pierce through the thick fog.

Whatever this shadow was sealing from the purifying clutches of the onsite pastor and priest could seemingly go into personnel dreams and give them nightmares that would drive them to either suicide or total and utter madness. a masked killer- equivalent to that of carbon monoxide, who could manipulate space and time itself- something that could end mankind as we know it with just a misguided blink of an eye. . . . ´´A valuable asset to our project.´´

A nearby door hisses shut and seals two unattended SCPs inside, with one of the SCP´s caregiver irresponsibly leaving an innocent angel to fend for itself against a barbaric and demonic entity.

´´How utterly irresponsible of you, MC… . . ‘’But how so utterly helpful for me and the others. Truly, thank you.´´ —————————————— The angel previously had a gleaming and pristine smile on his face before the caregiver left- but just as the doors closed, his smile followed- his head snapping to face the other SCP, his eyebrows furrowing as he spoke in a low tone-

´´Belphegor.´´ ´´Simeon.´´

´´Have you been doing as asked of you, Belphegor?´´ The angel fixed his collar as he spoke- the wings that were attached to either side of his head jittering in little annoyance.

A cow-like entity lay on the floor, smirking at the displeased angel above him as he brushed some of his dark-indigo hair away to reveal his purple and pink two-toned eyes- ´´Of course. Annnnyyything for Lord Diavolo, right?´´ He said, his spiky cow tail slightly shifting to the side after he finished.

´´Tsk. so argumentative nowadays. Look- all we need is your cooperation and to for you stop constantly damaging MC, that is quite literally all we have asked of you.´´ He looked more annoyed at the cow before he heard him laugh- ´´I still don't see why I'm sitting here letting another one of these humans, prance around me- and don't even think for a SECOND that I'm letting them do this by my own damn volition! y´know, if it wasn't for ██████´s stupid fucking feathers constantly watching me like a fucking HAWK then I would have dragged your oh-SO-precious MC into the bottomless pit of hell with the rest of us!´´ He cackled out, giving the angel a deranged look, only reciprocated by a displeased side-eye and a scoff.

The angel only sighed- ´´And then you all wonder why we call you demons ´´Difficult´´- you had many golden opportunities to seriously injure MC and torture them to your heart's content- but nooooo! guess who mosied on out of every opportunity you had. Honestly! Be real here, you just do not have it in you to harm them.´´

Jumping up at the remark, Belpheghor shot a crazed look at the angel- ´´Excuse me? your joking, right Simeon? I, the avatar of SLOTH himself? doesn't have it in him to harm a measly fuc-FUCKING human?!´´

´´You heard me. you can deny it all you want, but the evidence is there- nobody is stopping you from just harming one measly human. you had all the time in the world to paint the walls red with their blood from the minute that Matt trapped them in the same room as you.´´ Simeon shrugged his shoulders, the furrow in his eyebrows getting tighter with every passing second.

Offended after being put on the spot by an angel out of all things, Belphegor rose to stand at his full height- only to be elbowed square in the stomach the mere millisecond he was about to start using his (not-so-impressive) height to his advantage- ´´Guh!- gad-fckin-dammit-´´ - ´´MC isn't just a regular human, they are a great asset to the project, and could possibly help you learn more intel about this place, that's why ███ ███ ██████ ███, ██████?´´ The angel retracted his arm just as quickly as he launched it outwards- tightly intertwining his hands together behind his back, almost as if nothing had happened- his smile returning and starting to beam that annoyingly bright heavenly light onto the damned soul beneath him.

´´They are the closest thing you will ever have to your dear ██████. Keep that in mind from now, yeah?´´ Simeon smiled tauntingly tapping Belphegor on the nose.

He then looked over towards your messy desk and chair, and dusted himself off before walking towards it.

Simeon sits down in your chair- gingerly brushing it off as he smirks at Belphegor, and begins to speak again- ‘’Although, i didn't expect you to be following through with Lord Diavolo’s plan- I mean, it IS Lord Diavolo..your apparent ‘’worst enemy’’, quote on quote.’’ Simeon motioned with air quotes as he crossed one leg over the other, brushing an unruly brown strand of hair out of his face- ‘’D-didn’t expect a whole ass angel to willingly want to go through with his plan either.’’

Simeon stopped his sly smirk, replacing it with a grimace- ‘’It’s not just about Lord Diavolo. lots of the other angels want this fate just as much as you and your six other brothers want it, no?’’

‘’It's just a fucking waiting game. n-nothing special about that.’’ Belphegor responded, shaking his head as he laid right back down on the ground, letting his aching stomach rest against the ice-cold tiled flooring of the lab- ´´Speaking of a waiting game, don't you think it’s nye time for your dearest brother to show up?´´ Simeon chuckled, rising from your chair and starting to make his way to the door- ´´…tsk. I would wait to send him in. It's only been a couple of days since I was placed in MC´s care- you would be asking for them to be totally p-pissed and borderline suicidal. and I don't want that.´´ Belpheghor responded as he curled into a ball, his face tucked into his knees and his tail wrapped around his whole body.

´´You don't want that? hasn´t it only been a couple of days since you met-´´Belphegor cuts off Simeon with a certain swiftness, catching the keen angel off-guard with his response-´´I don't want them to fuck up Lord Diavolo´s plan.´´

Disguising a faint smile and biting his lower lip in annoyance, Simeon sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose- ´´Look, Belphegor. You know as good as anyone else that I couldn't care less about what YOU want. MC is starting to stick their nose where it doesn't belong, and YOU are becoming too soft with them, for crying out loud! look at what their kind did to your sis-'’ Again, Belphegor cuts off Simeon, feining his lack of interest in the conversation as a whole- ´´ALLLL-right! I get it- damn! Don't you think it's ABOUT time for you to LEAVE?’ I think that I can hold my own fucking weight against ONE human, damn!'’ Averting direct eye contact with the already irritated Simeon, Belphegor simply maneuvers himself back into his previous curled-up position, praying to the devil himself that Simeon would just move the hell on and get to stepping already.

Simeon's eyebrow twitches- his growing annoyance starting to shine through the cracked distinguished facade that he has built up so far, and his bottom lip starts to slowly ooze blood from the sheer friction of his teeth grinding downwards on it-´´Hm? oh right, i should be going. Luke is waiting for me back in the Med-bay. but before i leave- Remember this, Belphegor- what we have discussed in this room today stays between me, you, and the rest of the others that are freed. Be useful for once and keep your mouth shut around MC.´´ . . . . . . . . Two pairs of feet scampered across the glistening white tiled floors of the foundation, one set was heavy, most likely belonging to an adult- while the other were more soft and belonged to someone much younger. Or maybe just someone of short stature- whatever the case may be, both seemed excited and rushed down the hallway to make it to their destination, with the heavier set of feet holding a purple box with ribbons and the softer set holding balloons and party hats in their arms.

Both eventually stopped in front of two large metal doors, with a poster taped onto the right side door, reading; ´´Stay the HELL out if you value your life. I am #notliableforyourlackofself-preservationtactics!´´ with an abysmally bad drawing of Belphegor flashing a gigantic middle finger dead smack in the middle. And you said that Belphegor’s drawing was absolute dogshit…karma is a reaaaaaallllyyy real bitch, huh.

Patting themselves down, the taller figure dug in their pockets for a little while, finally fishing out a metallic keycard and quickly swiping it alongside the nearby card reader.

A small beep rang throughout the blindingly white and fluorescent-lighted hallway, as the metal doors hissed open, revealing a (surprisingly) clean office that was decorated with a gracious amount of purple, blue, and white balloons and streamers, with a decently sized space-themed cake sitting ontop of a metalic table in the middle of the room. . . . . . You sat down in your chair, spinning it around for a little while before you started to think to yourself- ‘’Belphegor has been in special containment for a full week now, since his containment room is being redecorated- or WAS being redecorated, since the workers finished late last night.. or early in the morning- I can't even tell at this point. why- why the fuck is there no clock in here anymore?’’ sighing at the depressing fact, you slumped down even further into your chair to the point where only the top of your head was..somewhat, visible.

You huffed sadly- the distortion and constant time-warping down here where even a glimmer of sunlight couldn't even pass through the concrete walls- hell, even the clocks were wrong half of the time due to the poor maintenance and upkeep on the worker's end, and the obscene amount of work put on your and others plates would just give you little time to care about a silly clock- and for the love of god, you were really going to have to force every fiber in your being to WILLINGLY speak to Matt about the fogged up hallways due to the mismanaged AC units. God- not only is speaking to him a damn inconvenience, but he will somehow always find a way to stick you with an unreasonable amount of paperwork that's ALSO always somehow due within the next hour.

''The dumbass hasn't said jack to anyone, and the hallways are fogging up with this purple fog- like, how is that NOT concerning?! It fucking PURPLE FOG for crying out loud!'' you cried out in your head before picking up a nearby pen and flicking it across the room to vent out your frustrations- watching as the pen seemed to remain stationary for a couple of seconds before you turned your head and quickly rubbed your eyes- thinking that you were just tripping straight monkey balls.. nevertheless, you started watching Luke, hanging up most of the hard-to-place items, and eventually stopping right in front the door to stare at something, before your train of thought started blurring once again, and you were back to thinking about Belphegor himself, and that very odd voice recording Matt basically fucking forced you to record…recording a voice message talking about your overall experience with your Keter class SCP- technically speaking, it's not out of the normal to get a check-in request- but its Matt for fucks sake! any type of request that isn't confirmed by literally anyone else is concerning!

Either way, you can't be dwelling on these trivial matters for much longer. After all, you had about thirty to forty minutes before Belphegor would be scheduled for ´´Containment Moving´´ again…and that means that you and Luke had only 30 minutes to finish decorating the room- and finish wrapping your gift for him as well.

Shakily setting down a box of candles right next to the cake- Luke looked at you with a small, but nervous smile as he walked up towards your chair- ‘’MC, don't you think Simeon is done with your gift to Belphegor? he said it would only take him only twenty minutes?’’ you hummed in response-’’Riiiiight.. let’s go ahead and go now then, Luke.’’ you sat up from your chair and dusted yourself off, and walked to the door as you held your hand out for Luke to take it- pressing in the code to the locked door, listening and watching as the door hissed open and a light from behind the door flickered on and off for a split second…with your mouth and facial expression following the gradual phases of genuine concern to “whatinthefuck?!”

The doors slowly creaked open with a hiss, revealing an abnormal amount of blood splatters against the wall, with bodies split down the middle that resembled a failed sixth-grade science project gushing out a constant stream of that same familiar crimson liquid- ‘’The actual..fuck?’’ you murmured out before you heard a distant scream and what sounded like an annoying fly buzzing near your ear ring out somewhere nearby, successfully scaring the everloving shit out of you and making your flight or flight instincts start to form a correlated and decisive decision to just simply shut the door- ‘’Luke…I highly suggest that you get behind me..now!’’ you whisper-shouted behind you without even looking as you frantically pressed on the keypad, your taps getting louder and more desperate with every passing moment that both unreliable ass doors simply refused to shut.

You were practically forcing your whole body weight into the keypad- smashing some of the keys in the process as you made the most desperate attempt at speedrunning an electrical engineer's full work week in under thirty seconds- ‘’Shit- shitshitshit- I knew I should have gotten these fucking doors fixed when I went to HR! Luke! luke- lu-?’’ You finally turned your head to glance behind you, only to find the mauled and unrecognizable dismembered corpse of what seemed to generally fit the description of what used to look like the angel- his wings stapled to the floor as his head was stuck through a stake that was also embedded in your desk, with the rest of his body being nowhere to be seen, except for one of his legs that now found itself tangled in your hair and his pinkie that was holding onto the tips of three of your own fingers- ‘’What the fuck- what the actual FUCK?! ohmygod- ohmygodwhatthefuck..?’’ you cried out, tears starting to form in your eyes and falling towards the floor as you started to walk backward, eventually hitting a wall- completely forgetting to shut the door as you stayed glued onto the wall, trying to shift yourself alongside it to make it towards Belphegor's enclosure, and also trying to be courteous of your dead friend and not step on any of his dismembered body parts.

But you stopped dead in your tracks when you heard that buzzing become louder, and louder…almost if a massively sized fly was running through the hallway that your room resided in- wait…’’Shit!’’- you now gained the insightful realization that yes, that buzzing was coming down YOUR hallway at a rapid speed, and that you were Grade-A-FUCKED if you didnt get into Belphegors enclosure at that very second- so fuck Lukes body it was, you would apologize to him the minute you saw him at the pearly gates after your forthcoming death anyways…you just ignored stepping over his body parts and booked it towards the enclosure doors, not even caring about the fact that the stagnant buzzing was so loud that it was messing with your sense of direction to the point where you accidentally ran into a sharp corner of your desk, impaling yourself and making a nasty gash in your stomach that started to gush out that metallic, crimson liquid you thought you were oh-so accustomed to- but you didnt let that stop you as you forcefully pulled yourself off of your desk and accidentally slipped on the copious amount of blood on the floor- slamming your jaw on the concrete floor at such a pace and sheer force that it almost rivaled being on the receiving end of a nasty right hook from prime Mike Tyson. (Youch!)

Well, you now found yourself not only in immense pain and suffering from (slight) blood loss- but you also found yourself in the direct eyesight of something on the ceiling starting to crawl into your room- its purple and pink eyes glowing dimly in contrast to the (now) pitch black room, but your stubborn self didn't let this wannabe fucking spider-fly looking asswipe manage to SCARE you into becoming its next willing meal- over your dead body would you as you pulled yourself up enough to reach the keypad, your fingers slipping off of the pad with every number you attempted to key-in- with whatever this spider-like being slowly crawling towards you on all fours with every key you pressed- missed or correct.

‘’..Cufhhn..kum- c-auhmn.. oonn..!’’ you started to slur your words because of the amount of disgustingly-metallic tasting blood that started to pool on the inside of your mouth- ‘’Plweeeshh-’’ The figure started to close in on you to the point where you could feel its hot and humid breath that reeked of rotting flesh and stagnant, old, blood start to form a displeasurable amount of condensation on your forehead- its heavy saliva starting to drip and splash all across your face as you squirmed relentlessly to keep your arm high enough to keep on pressing on the keypad. The blood that sat underneath you kept on making you slide back down every time you were close to hitting the top button that would finally open the door- but at this point, you weren't even sure if opening the door would even do anything for you except trapping you in an enclosed space with this entity, sealing your fate for good. The situation was starting to get dire, you could feel the entity’s slimy and wet tongue start to graze the top of your head and the pain from your injuries accompanied by the extremely loud buzzing that was starting to make you go deaf from the noise is making it damn near impossible to even think straight.. your only option at this point is to run- run as fast as you can down the hallway to find someplace safe to hide.

And run you fucking did, understanding the assignment completely as you used your feet to push yourself high enough to gain some traction, and slid across the concrete floor and pulled yourself up by the bottom half of the open doorway- making a feeble attempt at stopping the gash in your stomach from leaking out any more blood by pressing your hand up against your stomach, praying that it would save just enough blood for you to stay conscious the entire run down the hallway- using that same doorway to swing yourself outside and push yourself to gain some reasonable speed- the adrenaline pumping through your veins negating the pain just enough for you to run just a tad bit faster to escape the buzzing and be able to regain your train of thought just enough to make out what direction you were running towards. . . The K-Class Containment Block. . . You were fortunate that you were even able to leave your office in the first place and make it as far as you have- and this would be your only opportunity to escape and get to Belphegor's containment cell- shit, it would be damn near ONLY chance for you to live to see another day!

Sucking in a copious amount air through gritted teeth, you felt your mind starting to numb itself as the adrenaline pulsing throughout your veins pushed you further and further down the seemingly endless hallway- the wind whipping against your ear, making a satisfying sound that constantly reminded you of what exactly you were doing- which was helpful since the amounts of blood you were loosing in every second wasn't helping you stay conscious, per se.

The figure started to once again close in on you- much to your half-conscious dismay, but not before you put every inch of whatever was left of your willpower that you could muster to ignore all self-preservation tactics and hurl yourself towards the nearest wall- it would hurt, but for fucks sake! if getting slight brain damage or accidentally knocking a screw or two loose if it meant that you could live to see another day, then so be it. You were still holding the gushing wound on your stomach, you quickly jerked your body to make a hard left into a nearby wall and make a desperate crawl to take shelter underneath a lunch table- even though it would be in vain, mainly because of the sheer amount of blood that you were loosing every second, plus the fact that the overall scent of 100% real human blood would no doubt attract this thing towards you at all times- god- if THIS guy was roaming free, then where in the actual FUCK was Belphegor?! at this point, you honestly had just to chalk up his absence to natural selection and that he was more dead than a fucking doorknob- aaand then you suddenly jerked up your head after feeling something wet and hot drip onto the top of your forehead- ''..s-shit.''

Well, amid your pondering, you kinda-sorta failed to realize that whatever has been chasing you for the past 10 damn minutes had lifted the table you were taking shelter under, revealing the living corpse that you had become- and also revealing the mysterious figure that you had been fearing your life over…a disgustingly featured fly-humanoid, who was covered in some mysterious liquid, bumps and pimples- and what looked like a cluster of millions of eyes where a set of normally placed eyes were SUPPOSED to be…it was honestly a terrible image to look at, god forbid if you didn't have trypophobia, because you damn sure have it now. After all, this was just…. unpleasant. . . . The ominous buzzing gets louder and louder- almost to the point where your mind is clouded up with nothing but the constant annoying sound comparable to that of a fly buzzing near your ear- the sound almost putting you in a hypnotic trance, with the faint sound of beckoning voices, begging you to ''give in to your urges''…'' become one of us''….

Looking up at the humanoid fly, you gazed deep into its many eyes, trying to track where it was looking at before you were lifted into the air by your throat, with its disgustingly blood-soaked and hairy hands starting to dig deep into it, your nerves sending sizzling hot-like splinters up and (away!!) throughout your body- your hands and feet twitching at the constant probing of your nervous system- any further, and he might penetrate through your throat as a whole and leave you helplessly bleeding out on the white tiled flooring beneath you.

The squeezing and digging into your throat got harder, and harder until you eventually blacked out from the immense lack of oxygen- your vision turning black and your ears mimicking that same annoying buzzing sound that humanoid-fucking-fly was making that seemed to make you weak and helpless whenever you were caught in its clutches..you even felt your own heart race slow down to simple and dwindling thumps against your ribcage, your raggedy breathing slowing down to become what will very well be your last breaths of air.. . . And then it all stopped. . . A comforting white room- reminiscent of the same room you found yourself in after you begged yourself to regain consciousness and control over your thoughts when you found yourself face to face with a grotesque-looking Thirteen- with the room now having more items than the last time you were here.

Covering your throat with one of your hands to make sure that you didn't bleed out- you walked forward once, noticing a multitude of differently colored flowers that ranged from baby blue hues to bright and flashy neon greens, a small pond with seven oddly colored fish circled around a bloated and dead white fish in the middle that had risen up to the top- you stepped forward again, now noticing a tree with small offerings and delicacies underneath it- and this time, you attempted to step forward once more, only to be stopped by some invisible force that wouldn't let you move even an inch further.

But in the near horizon line, you could make out what seemed to be a babies cradle, with a tall six-winged angel standing over it, who sang the most beautiful melody you have ever heard in your life- its body swinging from side to side as if they were singing this melody to a baby.. its raven colored hair slowly started to flow, creating a pearlescent red color that started to reflect off of its hair and its pristine white clothing.

When the gentle breeze started picking up some speed and creating the sight in front of you, the angel's voice started to slowly fade out as the room's contents also started to dissipate into white, and after hearing the sound of wings that started to flap in the distance, you looked up just a tiny bit, to find a white and blue tinted peacock feather that had started to land right in front of you, before a gust of wind picked it up and pushed it onto your throat. Slowly lifting your hands to gingerly brush the tips of your fingers against the spot where the feather touched, you were amazed to find that there weren't any holes, or bleeding at all…was this the end of the line for you? Surely, SURELY- you had to have died at the hands of that humanoid fly and now you were stuck in Limbo for all eternity to forever reminisce on your life decisions and wish that you chose a different career path to traverse down…Surely! …right?

In the greatest disbelief you have ever witnessed in your life, you frantically patted your body from head to toe, twisting and turning your body in all possible directions- trying to catch a glimpse or a whiff of any type of injury- only to find nothing but soft and warm skin greeting the harsh pat of your hands…and that's when the panic set in, the existential dread of knowing that you were probably dead and that there was no religious figure, eternal damnation, or eternal peace…it was just you and your thoughts staring into a white abyss that stares back.

You could feel yourself slipping slowly into a panic attack, your hands rising to grip your skin hard enough to leave nail indents on your now sweaty skin- your hands started to get clammy and disgustingly sweaty, with your breathing getting more desperate and raggedy, and your heart beating so fast to the point where you swore that you thought it was just going to simply burst out of your chest- with that once gentle and soothing breeze now feeling like a thousand tiny whips crackling against your boiling-hot skin, and your rapidly falling tears didn't soothe your burning skin either, it was your tears had suddenly turned into radioactive acid, and every tear that dropped and slid against your cheek burned like hell against it.

You knew it wouldn't help, but you couldn't help yourself. you can never seem to help yourself, after all- what's a little more indulgence?. . . You dropped to your knees, wailing and crying your little heart out, creating a clear puddle of tears and snot against a flooring that you didn't even know existed in the first place- screaming at an invisible force for putting you HERE of all places, as if they knew what would happen once you were put in a place that you deemed worse then being sent to eternal damnation itself- and it made it no better than a voice seemed to call back to your cries as if it was fucking mocking you.

''Pathetic.'’

Amid your screamfest, you heard that voice. it angered you to no limit to hear this fucking inanimate room call YOU, pathetic- You slammed your hands on the ground, forcing your teary eyes to open and look in the direction of where the sound of the voice came from- shouting back your rage-filled slurry of insults- '’Im- ME?! Im fucking PATHETIC? You- you dont even fucking KNOW me, what gives YOU, a complete dumbass in my damn eyes- the fucking right to call anyone, let alone myself PATHETIC? aren't YOU the one BRINGING ME HERE to just TORTURE me in the FIRST FUCKING PLACE? WHAT IN FUCKS NAME IS WRONG WITH YOU?'’ You gritted your teeth in nothing but pure anger, feeling your own saliva slip through the spaces in your teeth and drip down to the puddle you had created earlier- furiously shaking your head from side to side so you could get the tears and blearyness out of your eyes.

You still couldn't see much after clearing some of the tears, but you could make out a green and black figure standing, or walking somewhere in the distance, and it looked like they were carrying something long and black with them..?

'’Get up. At what point are you going to collect your self-dignity off of the damn floor and stop looking so pathetic and weak?'’

You paused, chuckling to yourself- you couldn't fucking believe the sheer NERVE of this asshole! could they not fucking see the predicament that you were in? '’Ha! what are you, blind? you put a human in the worse afterlife place possible, stripping them of the only stability left in them, and you want them to suck it up and walk it off? do you not know that i just fucking died due to a FLY?!'’

'’See? Pathetic behavior at its finest. if you can't even handle being put under a stress test by myself and Beel, what are you GOOD for in the first place?'’

'’…Im not going to let you get in my head-'’ You managed to sob out, clenching your hands at nothing but air beneath you- which just only frustrated you even more.

'’Shut up. What I'm hearing is that you're worthless AND pathetic. you've already let me get in your head- especially enough to the point where you are in this domain. how utterly embarrassing you must be for the human race.'’

You gave up at this point, arguing with whoever this was is pretty much equivalent to arguing with a damn wall- sighing as you laid down and curled up into a ball, surrendering yourself to the voice's seemingly endless berating.

'’There's no point. It's the end of the line. there is no god or fuckass religious figure- and there damn sure ain't no heaven or hell. It's just this room, and YOU.” You sniffled wiping your eyes with your clothed arm, now noticing an unfamiliar pair of short black boots and a long black cow tail that wrapped itself around one of the black pantlegs of the figure in front of you.

“You're laying in a puddle of your own snot and tears. I didn't think it would be that easy to get a human to mentally break, especially not you, MC.”

The figure pressed one of its boots against your head, before drawing it down to where your chin was, and pushing your head up with its boot- and that's when you caught a glimpse of the asshole who’s been berating you and driving you to nearly pop a vein arguing with them- that same familiar dark indigo hair with white-streaked tips, with a beautiful mix of purple and pink eyes to complement his hair- but he looked different, totally different in fact.

Instead of wearing the usual mismatched clothes and boots, everything seemed to match on his person, with a blue undershirt and a cow-printed hoodie that had white accented belts, with a pair of black sweats and boots to match- if you actually believed that this was the real Belphegor and not just some figment of your imagination, then you would be elated to see that at least HE was still alive and kicking and even more elated to kick his ass for saying all of that shit just a mere few moments ago!

You stared up at him in utter disbelief, your mouth agape as you tried to take in the numerous amount of ways that he could possibly be STANDING in front of you, and not like, spread across the entire facility all at the same time as a fine red mist- and he stared right back at you, almost if he was pondering the same thing as you.

Without skipping a beat, he pulled back his foot that was under your jaw, and within seconds he slammed the tip of his boot underneath your jaw, sending your head and entire body reeling backward- '’Get up. how much longer are you going to stay there staring up at me like a total dumbass? if you managed to stay alive against my own brother- even with my interference, how can you seriously lay there and look so weak? So pathetic?'’ It was like he was getting some.. sick- fucking-KICK out of reveling in the sight of your pained and sore body, with what you could make out as his shit-eating smirk sending your blood pressure through the fucking roof and your mental sanity being air-balled through a glass window.

You gritted your teeth, sucking in pained breaths- '’Your..your inter-pfff-erance?'’ . . . '’Yeah, MY interference. What? did you really think any other worthless vermin crawling about could have half of the security and staff dead and you sulking on the floor and sucking on your thumb like a baby?'’ Now standing over you, you could clearly see the smirk on Belphegors face as he placed his foot directly on your chest, limiting your already heinous struggle for any type of air that would get in your lungs, and the pressure of what felt like the weight of a thousand suns laying on your bare-boned body was not helping the situation- ‘’How honestly pathetic! this has to be by far the most pathetic display of the ‘’human will’’ that you fuckin’ flesh bags triumphantly puff your chests out about!’’ Digging the tip of his boot further into your jaw, twisting it from left to right, and feeling the insurmountable amount of force he was now putting downward onto your chest, you eventually started screaming out in pure agony from the borderline torture you were being forced to live through.

The pain from your head-splitting headache was starting to drive you up a wall now, and all you could do now was scream your lungs out- whether it be directed towards God himself, or the asshat of an SCP that was enjoying this one-sided torture session- ‘’Why.’’

Before you spoke, your screaming suddenly stopped- your eyes scanning the room around you and pondering what you could have done for him to treat you like this- and it felt like someone else was speaking towards him- through you. After all you’ve done for him? After the way, you cared for him and treated him like any other human being?

Not treating him for the monster that he is?

Belphegor paused- almost as if he was in disbelief at the fact that you managed to make a sound, or even that you had enough of your vocal cords still intact to even form a coherent word- ‘’Why? why, why?’’ . . . . That voice sounds so familiar to him, but unfamiliar at the same time. almost as if it belonged to someone that he held near and dear to his heart- someone that was indeed close to him and the rest of his…family?

‘’Belphie…what are you doing?’’ you could feel your arm raising to place a gentle, but firm grip on Belphegor’s leg- but how? you were so drained from the pain to even move a muscle..so how did you manage to lift your arm..?

His body shivered at the touch, with his leg immediately retracting from your chest- with his breathing getting raggier and more unsteady the more he seemed to look into your eyes, he took a hasty and shaky couple of steps backward when he noticed the newfound features you had took upon.

To Belphegor, your hair had become straight and long, resembling that of a flowing river- with some of your hair covering your eyes, and the rest flowed alongside the silky dress that covered most of your body and your large, open set of wings.

There was no way. There was no way in HELL that he could subject his own sister to torture- and laugh at her pain, in her face- no fucking way. . . . ‘’i- no, you can't be her. there's no way- THERES NO FUCKING WAY!’’ He started to choke on his own words, backing up and staring at you with blown-out purple and pink pupils in utter disbelief as he tripped over himself and fell to his knees- ‘’i-im sorry..’’ He sobbed out, looking downwards at the ground as tears started to form in his eyes and fall to the ground in soft taps.

Every tear that fell out of his eye caused a ripple in the room, which escalated into the room starting to quickly flood with tears, and your stiff, paralyzed body slowly sunk to the bottom, abandoned, and left to drown in your own thoughts and sorrows. . . . . . . You yawned, tears forming in the corners of your eyes, your voice slightly strained from talking so long as you glanced into the dark and starry night sky in front of you, the glimmering faux lights and the comforting aroma of firewood, peppermint, and coffee lulled you further and further into a deep sleep.

a large cloud hung in the night sky, illuminated by the nearby multicolored stars- hosting a sleeping figure on top of it, with its tail slowly swinging from side to side as it rested.

‘’At least he gets to sleep.’’ You thought to yourself as you fiddled with the god-forsaken orange envelope, a pit forming deep inside of your stomach due to the sheer amount of anxiety you had inside of you.

Skimming your hands on the top of the orange envelope before you slid your finger underneath the flap and broke the seal on it- pulling out a stack of documents that looked WAY too close to the SCP files that you got for Belpheghor when he was first assigned to you.

Your eyes darted across the paper, scanning it left and right before you slammed your head down on the table, the tears that formed in your eyes earlier starting to fall and create a mini puddle, the previous events from when you were stuck in the med-bay bed having a panic attack plaguing your mind.

‘’It's the same ff-fucking song and dance!’’ you cried out as you turned into nothing but a sad puddle of tears and snot on your table as the same sentence rang throughout your mind.

‘’Congrats on your new [TEMPORARY] SCP! We here at the foundation wish you the best of luck.’’ Oh my fucking god. They just HAD to give you another one of these fuckers. Someone should JFK your ass asap. preferably? right now. . . . Wait..you don't exactly remember this happening? yes, you did record that voice message for Matt, but seeing Belphegor sleeping in his enclosure when he was in special containment was totally wrong- he was still in special containment, and there was no way for him to LEAVE that containment cell, even with his wall-walking technique!

Sucking in a deep breath- or a deep gulp of water, you somehow managed to open your already open eyes and find yourself drenched in a puddle of sweat, and back in the Med-bay with a sleeping Luke holding your hand as he rested on the edge of the hospital bed- ‘’Arent you supposed to be dead..?’’ you muttered under your breath as you raised your unoccupied hand and flexed it a bit before grazing the side of Luke’s neck with your hand to check his pulse- ‘’…what?’’

You were shocked. I mean, the last time you saw Luke, his body was spread across your office and the facility was a mess! how in the actual hell could he be actually ALIVE?! unbelievable! That type of injury would have sent someone to the afterlife with no resuscitation possible- even if you were an angel!

Most importantly, how were YOU alive? Didn’t you die and meet a psychopathic Belphegor in the process? What about that maniacal fucking SCP that had you playing mentally mindfucked Subway Surfers throughout the facility? now that you think about it, you got assigned a new SCP, or was that an illusion from your near-death experience? Well. that was the most pressing matter at hand here, you already knew that Belphegor was out of the question since you met him when he was more than happy to kill you and go on about his day, and this new SCP thing was starting to freak you out more than anything- so you scanned the room for your keycard, swiped it, and started to walk towards the door before something pulled you back- some wires and other things that were hooked up to the patient monitor that you swiftly removed from your body and continued onwards to your room. . . Swiping your keycard against the card reader and making it into your room, you noticed a small hum emitting in the room, but you ignored it and directed your focus over to your desk where a suspicious and familiar large orange envelope laid.

You gingerly skimmed the tips of your fingers alongside the top of the orange envelope, swiping your pinky finger underneath the flap to open it, and pulling out a stack of documents that sent your heart barrelling straight to your ass.

Oh boy, would you have to sit down for this one.

SCP EVALUATION | RESULTS . . . We at the facility humbly thank you for your continued participation in the [SCP EXPERIMENTATION] and dedication to its cause, MC, [REDACTED]

We value your humble contribution towards a new dawn with the substitution of a looming threat to humanity as a whole, and the contribution towards further research into the nature and behaviors of SCPs.

After careful consideration and sorting of MC, [REDACTED]’s personal file, your results have culminated in a unanimous decision to place another SCP into your care.

Your SCP’s details are listed below.

Item #: SCP-6666 Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6666 is highly dangerous, and extremely hostile when not fed sufficiently. Any movement and/or action needs to be exercised with extreme caution due to its ██████████████, ███████-███████, ███ ████ ██….…

We sincerely hope that you and your newfound SCP further our push for research and safety with SCPs, and with your considerable predicted efforts, your pay will follow suit. Please be advised that your SCP has already been delivered to your personal office, free of charge.

* NOTE: The SCP Foundation is not liable for any on-site accidents or injuries via Non-SCP Anomalies. personnel loved ones are required to claim liabilities through a Personal Insurance Firm. (PIF)

‘’Already has been delivered to my.. personal office?’’ You questioned out loud before a loud thump nearly scared you out of your skin- and with a cautious, slow turn of your head, you looked over your shoulder towards the general direction of where the sound emitted from, only to find purple and pink eyes staring right back at you, and a light fog appearing just a little downwards from where the eyes were.

‘’What. The. Fuck.’’ You said to yourself as you practically bolted out of your chair and ran toward the light switch panel- flicking a switch labeled ‘’ENCLOSURE LIGHTS’’ upwards, and looking back to confirm your suspicions. . . . Seemingly towering over you on the other side of the window, you could now perfectly see a tall, orange-haired muscular guy with purple and pink eyes who was pressed up against the window staring right at you, with the window area around his mouth fogging up. To be fair, the guy looked pretty pissed, and it was looking like he was saying something through the window..?

Well, shit. Before you had turned on the lights in the enclosure, you thought for sure that this guy was Belphegor due to the color of his eyes and that you would be able to give him a piece of your mind- and now that you think about it, this is the second time that you’ve seen someone with the same colored eyes- first, it was that humanoid fly that you got chased down by, and now this guy.

You were starting to have a hinting suspicion that maybe this isn't all a coincidence and that maybe, and you meant just maybe- all three of these people were linked. I mean it's not every day that you see humanoid SCPs walking about with purple and pink eyes.

Either way, you were curious about what this guy was saying since the soundproofing in the room only allowed you to be able to hear what was going on in the main office when the microphone was muted, so you skimmed your hand over the control panel, finally finding the microphone button and unmuting it- but not before being startled by a loud and firm voice yelling at you, and the sounds of the window being banged on scared the everloving hell out of you even more.

‘’WHERE IS HE?!’’ ‘’WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER?!’’

…and right back on mute did the microphone go. For fucks sake! if looks could kill, then you would be at least 36 feet under right now- but now you had a problem, a pissed-off SCP that could cause a breach at any given moment who was banging on the questionable durability of the ONE thing that was keeping you alive and safe from this guy’s fury.

You thought of something- and made your mind up before unmuting the microphone and speaking with a cautious tone- ‘’A-are you looking for Belphegor..? . . . .

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Chapter 1

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This wasn’t right.

Panic was rising with growing intensity in his chest.  By the time he had caught sight of the blurred movement it was far too late.  The gunshot rang through the air, the bullet piercing through his skin.  It had dug its way through the middle of his chest. Barely missing his heart.  Despite the scathing pain blistering his vision and movement, Feliciano trudged forward through the line of trees.  It seemed to take all of his willpower to stop his head from spinning. Focus on running, only running –

But this can’t be possible.

Feliciano drew in a sharp intake of breath, pushing his hand over the wound.  Had the bullet shot itself all the way through? Or had it made its new home within his chest? Feliciano couldn’t be sure. But regardless, it was only a bullet from a gun. There were quite a few times in Feliciano’s many years of life that he had sustained injury.  The pain to follow was obvious, but in both blessing and curse,it was hardly ever a bother.

Until now.

This thought only left him with more dread.  He could feel his body with the foreign sensation of fatigue, his limbs appearing to become heavier with each passing second, the footsteps following behind him that were not his own.  They were saying something, shouting something, but Feliciano couldn’t make out their words; it was as if someone had dunked his head into a body of water.  He was running out of time.  Feliciano didn’t have speed on his side this time around. No, he would have to find a place to hide.  He could work with that for now; it wasn’t as if he had any other option.

Feliciano pushed himself harder to gain some recollection of his surroundings.  To any other person, the forest might look the same no matter where one was to look, but knowledge was on his side, and Feliciano knew exactly where he was.  Feliciano would have to hope that the darkness of the night would provide him with enough cover, that it would hinder the sight of his pursuers. He took a sharp left, knowing that the trees would soon become increasingly dense and therefore make it more difficult for whomever was following him.  In Feliciano’s grand opinion, it would be idiotic for them to follow, as many people got lost in these woods if they weren’t familiar with the terrain.  Though, it would appear his opinion didn’t matter much because the shouting still continued rather closely from behind.

‘But not for long,’ Feliciano thought in confidence, despite his losing grip on reality.  Mustering his last bit of strength, Feliciano created a jarring path darting in every which way possible.  As predicted, the trees surrounding him were growing increasingly dense and as if on cue, confused, agitated shouts followed from behind, the pursuers’ footsteps slowing to a halt. Feliciano eyed a familiar cluster of trees that would provide him with the perfect cover.  In a less than graceful movement, he practically stumbled over his feet to move behind the cluster of wood, his back immediately sagging against jagged texture of one of the largest of the trees.

Feliciano’s body staggered haphazardly down, falling towards his side. The harsh, suddenly abrupt wave of sickening vertigo had him colliding with the ground, arms reaching out in desperation to support himself.  For once, he was finding himself unnaturally gasping for air, again clutching the wound at his chest; the burning sensation was nearly unbearable now, racking his body in pulses.  Feliciano’s entire self was trembling with unremitting violence, it seemed as though his body was no longer his own.  It took everything Feliciano had to fight for some semblance of consciousness.  It was then, he suddenly realized that he could physically support himself no longer.  Feliciano allowed his body to lurch over, his back lying against the uneven ground, the sight of the sky above him only a muddily, obscured image.

‘Am I going to die?’

His last thought before finally allowing his eyes to fall shut.

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There was a gentle touch that fell upon his skin.  It was light and one that he could recognize that was filled with great care.  Their fingertips seemingly kissed his skin providing a blossoming warmth that Feliciano hadn’t felt in quite some time. It halted for a moment upon the side of his face.  The touch deliberately trailed upwards resting against his forehead, this time the palm pressed more securely against it. This feeling, this touch, it was so undeniably human.

Human.

Everything came spiraling back into perspective.  Drawing him out of fogged mind and more than peaceful caresses.  The gunshot, the chase, him slipping out of sight in high hopes that he wouldn’t be found.  Though that last part wasn’t a guarantee.  This latter situation was rather apparent.  He had been found.  Feliciano was immediately filled with panic and somewhere within, there was something akin to dread.  Pain still flooded his system and the ache in his head was ever present, but Feliciano felt better than he had before.  He at least had some control over his body.  In one swift movement, Feliciano grasped the wrist of the hand that found itself resting upon his face.  He was satisfied by the way this unknown human flinched and was suddenly tense by surely a sense of fear.  Their pulse was picking up in speed, thrumming in a panic that he could feel through his touch.  They remained silent.

Feliciano willed his eyes open, forcing them to immediately take in the light of day without hardly a wince, all the while pulling away the hand at his face. Though he didn’t let go just yet. The pain made his movements slightly uncomfortable but bearable, and as his focus of sight dialed in, what was before him came as a bit of a shock. 

A young woman.

If only for a moment Feliciano felt relief for a couple of reasons.  First, the probability of her having been a part of the group from the night prior wasn’t likely; the words shouted were undeniably male.  Second, if a fight were to ensue, he had sure confidence he would be able to defend himself against her.  Though, Feliciano knew that she wouldn’t cause much of a problem based upon her body language. 

Their eyes had yet to leave one another.  Though her gaze carried extreme caution, he was taken aback by the amount of worry that was placed there as well.  Feliciano could suppose that she would be, having found someone shot in the middle of woods, clearly unconscious.  The bullet wound.  At this moment, Feliciano’s thought immediately turned towards the injury to his chest.  His other hand was brought reflexively over the wound only to be met with –

Cloth?

Lost in thought, Feliciano finally released his hold on the woman’s wrist as he snapped his eyes immediately downward.  Cotton bandages had been securely, and rather expertly wrapped about his chest.  Flickering his gaze over to his right he found his shirt in a heap upon the ground next to him. Feliciano realized that he wasn’t in the same position he found himself to be in prior.  In finding him, she must have pulled his body upright to rest his back against the trunk of the tree for better support.  Her acts of kindness had him deliberating.

‘Does she know what I am?’  No, surely, she doesn’t.  Most any person would have ran away screaming or at the very least, would have been caught in fear or disgust.  Escaping his continuous trail of thought, Feliciano became aware of the silence that hung in the air.  What was to happen from here?  Would she finally just leave? Or perhaps he should just thank her and be on his way. Despite it all, she had chosen to help him.

“Are you alright?”  Her voice was small, tentative. Feliciano slowly shifted his gaze back to her.

As he met her eyes, Feliciano was lost in thought again; a terrible habit of his, all things considered.

He considered their situation—the strained relationship between vampire and human. It was a complicated piece of history and time combined.  The complications that any societal merging might fall victim to, and living side by side like this—there were always good people and the bad along with it.  It was unavoidable.  There was and is a combination of expectation, motivation, intention.  All things that can never be read from someone at first glance.  And this is when matters of heart and trust either grew in great strength or they crumbled and shattered in betrayal and sometimes—many times—in murder.  Their histories only ever seemed to be covered in bloodshed, greed, and fear.    

Despite it all, Feliciano didn’t feel another fight in him, and truthfully, he could see that she wasn’t wishing for one either. With both parties in agreeance, he was happy to move on and part ways as quickly as possible.

So, considering his already improving health, and perhaps even his survival, Feliciano allowed her a small piece of kindness by gracing her with an answer to her previous question.

“…Yes, thank you.”

Something akin to surprise flickered in her eyes, but as soon as it was there it was gone.  Feliciano noticed the small smile that reached her face. He didn’t miss the fact that it appeared a bit nervous. He watched her carefully as she began rising to her feet.  Coming to full height, she seemed to be contemplating something before tentatively providing a hand for him to take.

“C-can you stand?”

“Ah…yes.  I think so.”

Reluctantly, Feliciano chose to take her hand and together, he was finally on his feet. Another bout of pain rippled through his chest, but with a slow exhale of breath Feliciano was able to will it away.

“I’m fine,” Feliciano spoke through gritted teeth.  He wasn’t sure if he was reassuring her or himself.

“I’m…not so sure about that,” she countered.

Feliciano only made a small noise coming from somewhere in the back of his throat.  Suddenly, he found his armplaced around her shoulders—an attempt to provide Feliciano with better balance. He was about to bite back in protest, but was soon losing his footing.  Perhaps his head wasn’t as clear as he first thought.

“I don’t typically condone taking strangers home, but—” she continued.

Feliciano began to feel faint, his vertigo returning with a vengeance.  His body lurched forward, and the woman steadied his weight the best she could; this resulted in Feliciano stumbling to his knees. She followed suit without much choice lest he fall haphazardly on his face.  Her hand found his back, the other finding one of his shoulders, stopping his upper half from colliding with the ground.

“Don’t push yourself,” her tone was hushed, “Whenever you’re ready.”