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The living room is quiet.

Low lighting.

The sounds of the children are distant, barely audible.

SCP-953 is lying on the couch, her back resting on SCP-035’s thighs. Her tail moves slowly, as if observing more than relaxing.

SCP-035 barely moves. His head tilts slightly. When he speaks, his voice is calm—as always—quietly amused, without advertising it.

His fingers suddenly slide to her waist.

SCP-953:

— No. Don’t you dare—

But the fingers don’t stop.

This time, under her arm.

A sharp laugh escapes her before she can stop it.

Pure fox laughter—an unmistakable yipping sound.

Instinctive. Unrefined.

SCP-953 (laughing despite herself):

— Damn you— stop! Stop it now!

The fingers continue. Slowly. Deliberately.

Not rough. Not rushed.

As if he’s testing timing more than location.

SCP-035 (in a low, dry tone):

— Fascinating.

— All that anger… and yet you can’t stop laughing.

She tries to twist away, to pull back, but her back remains settled against his thighs.

Her tail strikes the couch irritably.

SCP-953:

— If it were anyone else… I’d have torn them in half by now.

Another short burst of laughter slips out against her will. She curses him again, the words breaking between breath and laughter.

SCP-035 does not laugh.

There is no need.

His fingers stop suddenly.

Silence.

One second… two.

SCP-035:

— But you didn’t.

She lifts her head slightly, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. Her breathing is still uneven. The anger is there—yes—but mixed with something else she refuses to name.

SCP-953:

— Don’t interpret this however you like.

He inclines his head just barely, as if that alone is answer enough.

SCP-035:

— I don’t interpret.

— I observe.

Her teeth clench. Her tail gradually stills, despite her resistance.

She expects him to resume. He doesn’t.

That unsettles her more.

SCP-953 (more quietly):

— Finished?

He remains silent longer than necessary.

Then:

SCP-035:

— Yes.

Nothing more.

No extra sarcasm.

No victory lap.

Just a sudden calm.

She stays where she is. She doesn’t move right away.

She curses herself for that.

SCP-953:

— You enjoy this more than you let on.

SCP-035:

— Of course.

— But not in the way you think.

She tries to reply.

Finds no suitable sentence.

She exhales deeply, then mutters:

SCP-953:

— One day… I’ll pay you back for this.

A threat in tone, but without real fangs.

SCP-035 (calmly):

— I expect nothing less.

Another moment of silence.

The city beyond the walls continues as if nothing has happened.

She is still lying there.

And he makes no move to touch her again.

Not because he was told to stop—

but because he has already gotten what he wanted.

Scene: The Return

Six days after the death of SCP-076-2 during an operation against monsters, Able’s wife enters the garage housing SCP-076-1. Behind the sealed garage doors, where the scent of oil and iron blends with a strange chill radiating from that massive black stone, Sarah stood before SCP-076-1. To her, he wasn't just a "Keter-class entity"—he was her husband, gone for six days behind the veil of death.

Sarah moves with heavy steps; the black she wears seems to have absorbed every color from her soul. She approaches the sarcophagus, her hands trembling as she slides back the heavy stone lid—a feat the strongest MTF operatives wouldn't dare attempt without equipment.

(Inside the Coffin)

Able lies there, still as a statue from ancient epochs. His massive frame fills the void, the Sumerian tattoos on his chest appearing faded, as if waiting for a spark of life. His right hand has begun to manifest from nothingness; white bones being overlaid by muscle fibers growing at a glacial pace—a scene of both horror and miracle.

Sarah leans down, taking his intact left hand and pressing it against her tear-stained cheek. She breaks down, her sobs shattering the desolate silence of the garage.

Sarah (voice breaking): "Come back... don’t leave me like this... please come back. The world is cold without you, and the house is dark, Able."

Hot tears fall onto his bare chest, over countless scars. She kisses the palm of his hand, then whispers in anguish:

"Please, finish quickly... you’re very late this time. Are you enjoying yourself there? Are the battles more beautiful than being by my side?"

She stares at his still face, at his noble, sharp features. Suddenly, driven by a despair that knows no fear, she climbs inside the narrow sarcophagus. She lies beside him, resting her head on his broad chest and wrapping her arm around his massive one. She pulls the heavy lid shut over them, plunging them into a deep darkness broken only by the sound of her weeping and the growth of his cells.

(The Awakening)

In the gloom of the coffin, fueled by the warmth of her body and the sound of her crying that pierced the depths of the "pocket dimension," something occurred that the Foundation's labs had never recorded. Able did not wake as a storm of destruction; he woke as a man who had just reclaimed his soul.

The fingers of his newly formed right hand twitch. Slowly, with the weight of someone carrying mountains, that arm rises to encircle her waist. He feels the tremors of her sobbing. He opens his eyes—those eyes researchers described as "shark-like"—but now they glint in the dark with a different light: the glow of a Shepherd who has found his most precious possession in the gut of death.

His voice emerges deep and coarse, like two stones grinding together, but with an uncharacteristic calmness.

Able (In a Sumerian whisper followed by English): "Cease your wailing... I have returned."

Sarah gasps, lifting her head in the dark, trying to see his face. He tightens his grip around her—not to restrain, but with the protective logic inherited from his early days as the protector of the valley.

Able: "Did I not tell you once that I despise weakness? So why do you make me despise myself now, for being the cause of these tears?"

Sarah (wiping her tears with his hand): "I thought you wouldn't come back... I thought you chose to stay in an endless fight."

Able is silent for a moment. In his mind, images of cowardly kings and researchers watching from behind glass clash with the image of this woman who slept in his grave.

Able (In a sharp, sincere tone): "Death is merely a warrior’s rest, but your screams pierced my silence. Those... [he spits the word with contempt] ...those cowardly kings in their offices sent me on a trivial task, but they forgot that I now have something to return to. Do not open this casket yet. Let us stay here, away from the eyes of the palace watchers. Today... I am no one’s weapon."

He rests his head atop hers, closing his eyes, enjoying for the first time in his millennia-long life a "peace" that does not require bloodshed, but only requires staying in the arms of a woman who did not fear the monster within him.

(Moments Later)

She weeps more into his chest, now out of joy. Sarah takes Able’s cheeks in her hands and kisses him with longing. In the darkness of the narrow stone tomb, where the cold air of the pocket dimension mingles with the warmth of Sarah’s trembling body, the impossible happened. The kiss Sarah pressed to Able's lips was not a mere instinct; it was a deep spiritual call to the "Abel" the Shepherd buried beneath the layers of "Able" the Butcher.

A heavy silence followed. Able, whose body was usually as rigid as steel, felt the muscles of his massive shoulders begin to relax. His Sumerian tattoos, which typically pulse with a violent red light when he is enraged, began to dim and stabilize, as if declaring an unconditional truce.

Able raised his right hand—the one just completed—and with extreme caution, as if fearing his superhuman strength might crush her fragility, he placed his rough fingers on Sarah’s cheek, slowly wiping away the remnants of her tears.

Able (Low, deep voice, as if from a bottomless well): "You little fool... I have crossed cities of corpses and stood against kings who thought themselves gods, and I never once trembled. Why then do you make my soul falter now with a single touch?"

Sarah, still sobbing faintly, clung to the hand touching her face. She closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of iron and ancient earth that clung to him.

Sarah (Whispering): "Because you aren't a weapon, Able... you aren't just a number or a Keter entity. You are my husband, whom I've waited for through six nights in this cold garage. Strength isn't always in the kill; it’s in returning to the one who loves you."

Able looked into her eyes in the dark. The "shark" gaze that terrified the Foundation’s strongest teams vanished, replaced by a haunting human depth burdened by thousands of years of solitude.

Able: "You came to my grave... you lay beside a beast that hates all that lives. The researchers behind those walls [he nods toward the outside with contempt] measure my pulse and my endurance, but they do not understand that the 'challenge' of staying here, close to your breath, is harder for me than tearing through an entire army."

Sarah drew closer, burying her head in his neck. His massive arm responded with a cautious embrace, like a man shielding a wounded bird from an approaching storm.

Able (Sumerian whisper followed by heavy English): "Enough crying... tears weaken a warrior’s vision, and I need my full sight now. Those 'cowardly kings' in their offices think they hold the key to this coffin, but they do not know that your heart is what opens and closes it now."

Sarah smiled through her tears, feeling the powerful thud of his heart against her chest.

Sarah: "Will you come out with me? The children are waiting... and the house needs you."

Silence fell again. Able felt a deep revulsion for the outside world, for the "trivial noise" of the researchers, but he pressed her shoulder gently, signaling his surrender to her will.

Able: "I will go out. But not for them—for you. And any researcher who dares to interrupt this peace with a single word, or tries to place a measuring device on my body today... [his voice turned gruff and dangerous] ...will face me in my full fury. Today, Able is not available for experimentation."

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Scene: The Shattering of Identity in "Hener's" House

In the Second District, where an eerie silence shrouds House No. 6, the door is flung open violently. Ari, a seven-year-old girl, enters with a deathly pale face. Her school bag isn’t on her back as usual; instead, she drags it behind her like a heavy corpse before hurling it into the center of the hallway and rushing toward the bathroom, sobbing with a grief that shakes her tiny frame.

On the sofa, SCP-035 sits with one leg crossed over the other, coldly reading a criminal file. Beside him is SCP-953, cleaning her long nails with a sharp, piercing gaze. Both freeze for a moment.

035: (In a calm, melodic voice, tinged with a concern wrapped in curiosity) "Oh... it seems the final act of the school day did not end with the standing ovation we expected."

They rise in an eerie harmony. 035 moves with a theatrical fluidity, while 953 glides with the litheness of a predator. They stand behind the locked bathroom door. From within, a metallic "snip... snip..." echoes; the sound of scissors opening and closing, accompanied by bitter weeping.

Ari: (Screaming from inside, her voice choked) "I don't want to go to school! I don't want to learn! I don't want anything!"

953: (Tapping the door lightly with her claws, her eyes beginning to turn crimson) "Ari... open the door. What is that metallic sound? Tell me who dared to anger you, and I will make them wish they were never born."

Ari: (Her crying intensifies) "All the students there... they pull my tail! They laugh at my ears! They say I’m a freak! I’ll get rid of them... I’ll cut them off now! I don’t want them! I hate everything! It’s all because of you, Mother! You’re the one who made me this way!"

The house falls suddenly silent. The expression of the mask on 035’s face tightens, and a viscous black fluid begins to drip from the eye sockets—not out of sorrow, but as a sign of his wounded pride reaching a boiling point.

035: (Leaning closer to the door, his voice now resembling a hiss of snakes laced with honey) "My dear Ari... cease this nonsense at once. Lions do not concern themselves with the opinions of sheep, so why should a demi-goddess like yourself care about the opinions of mortal human scum? Those children are nothing but 'extras' in your personal play, and the audience always attacks the stars who outshine them."

953: (In a sharp voice, cutting like a blade) "Ari! We eat the livers of those who dare touch us; we do not cry in bathrooms because of them! Those ears are your crown, and that tail is the legacy of thousands of years of dominion. If you dare touch them with those scissors, I will consider it a betrayal of our blood."Ari: (In a low, broken voice) "But I want to be normal... I want them to love me..."

035: (With a faint, mocking chuckle) "Normal? 'Normal' is a synonym for boring, my little one. And boredom is the only sin I do not forgive. Be feared, be a beautiful nightmare, but never be 'normal.' Throw those cursed scissors down and come out to us."

A few moments of heavy silence pass, then the sound of the scissors hitting the marble floor is heard. The lock turns slowly.

Ari emerges, her eyes bloodshot, her face stained with tears, and her black hair disheveled. She stands perfectly still, looking at her parents: the enduring white mask with its black overflow, and the woman with the feral gaze whose body trembles with rage.

Suddenly, the child’s facade of strength collapses. She lunges to embrace her mother’s leg tightly, bursting into tears once more, while 035 places a cold hand on her shoulder with a possessive touch. His eyes (the mask) stare into the void with malice, as if he has already begun drafting a vengeful closing argument that will tear the lives of those students' families apart—both in court and out of it.

Scene analysis (for those interested only):

This scene represents the ultimate collision between "Ancient Divinity" and a painful "Human Reality." When Ari cries out that she hates her ears and tail, she isn’t just rejecting physical body parts; she is rejecting the "Legacy" that her parents have taken pride in for millennia.

Here is a deep analysis of the characters SCP-035 and SCP-953 and their reactions based on their psychological and historical nature:

First: SCP-035 (The Manipulative Father and Mastermind)

* Behavioral Reaction (Deadly Coldness): Based on his history as the "Possessive Mask," 035 will not explode with childish rage. Instead, a terrifying calm will descend upon him. Black fluid (his corrosive secretion) may begin to drip heavily from the mask’s eye sockets—not as a sign of sorrow, but as an indicator of an internal "chemical boil." He views Ari as his finest "theatrical production," and her being bullied is a direct insult to his genius and perfection.

* Manner of Speech (Honey-Coated Poison):

His voice will be low and musical, yet with a tone that freezes the blood. He will tell Ari things like: "My dear, lions do not concern themselves with the opinions of sheep; so why should a demi-goddess like yourself care about the opinions of mortal human scum?" He will use his psychological persuasion skills to flip the narrative, turning her self-hatred into a hatred for society, planting the seeds of narcissism so she discovers she is superior to her peers.

* Emotions (The Narcissistic Injury):

035 does not feel "pity" in the human sense; he feels "entitlement." He possesses Ari just as he possesses his hosts. Her scream about wanting to cut off her ears will be viewed by him as "vandalism of a priceless work of art." His feelings will instantly shift from parental concern to "revenge planning." He is the criminal lawyer who will seek out every vulnerability in the lives of those children's families to destroy them legally, socially, and psychologically. Second: SCP-953 (The Predator Mother and Wounded Pride)

* Behavioral Reaction (Instinctive Rage):

As a "Kumiho" (nine-tailed fox) who has lived through millennia, her reaction will be physical and violent. At the sound of the scissors, her eyes will glow a brilliant crimson, and her claws may instinctively emerge. To 953, the ears and tail are symbols of "Divinity and Sovereignty." The idea that her daughter wants to "get rid of them" is a stab to her pride as the last of her lineage.

* Manner of Speech (The Muffled Roar):

Her words will be sharp, brief, and full of menace. When Ari blames her, saying "It’s all because of you," 953 will feel a bitterness she never tasted even in Foundation containment. She might respond with a voice like a serpent’s hiss: "We eat the livers of those who dare touch us, Ari; we do not cry in bathrooms because of them."

* Emotions (Conflict between Beast and Mother):

This is where the "human emotions" mentioned in the scenario appear. 953 hates humans, but now she sees her daughter suffering because of her "incomplete humanity." She is torn between her desire to turn the school into a slaughterhouse and her desire to hold her daughter. Ari’s collapse and her embrace of her mother’s leg will shatter 953's defenses; she will feel a "Holy Rage." She doesn't want her daughter to be a "normal human"; she wants her to be an invincible predator.

Third: Combined Reaction (The Couple’s Dynamic)

Once Ari emerges and breaks down, a terrifying coordination occurs between the parents:

* Toxic Emotional Containment: 953 will hold Ari firmly, not just out of love, but as if "protecting her prey." Meanwhile, 035 will stroke her head with his cold hand, promising her that "justice" will be served.

* The Revenge Plan:

* SCP-035 (The Mind): He will immediately begin gathering information on the bullies' parents. As a lawyer, he will dismantle their professional futures and send "coded messages" that leave them paralyzed with fear in their own homes.

* SCP-953 (The Claws): She won't settle for legal solutions. She might go out at night, taking the form of the school principal or a child's parent, to plant nightmares and hallucinations in those children's minds that will make them tremble at the sight of Ari the next day.

Fourth: The Psychology of the "Scissors" and Rejection

The idea of using "scissors" to cut the ears and tail is the pinnacle of tragedy, specifically for SCP-953. In Korean mythology, the Kumiho often seeks to become human through marriage or sacrifice, but Ari was born this way by nature. Ari’s rejection of her identity is a failure of 953’s existential project.

As for 035, he will later explain to Ari that the "Mask" (identity) is what grants power, and that the world is nothing but a grand stage. Those who do not possess a "distinction" (like her tail) are merely "extras" in her own show.

> Final Result of the Scene:

Scene: The Wedding of SCP-073

before ​23 years ago... Inside one of the ancient churches in the "Paydari" neighborhood, where the scent of incense mingles with the aroma of aged wood, Cain (SCP-073) stands like a statue of bronze and solemnity. The church is quiet; the silence is broken only by the whistling wind outside and the slightly labored breathing of Margaret, burdened by her ailing heart.

​The Priest, clad in his ritual robes with a face lined by the passage of years, stands in the center, holding the Bible and a metallic cross that glimmers under the candlelight.

​Scene: The Wedding of the Immortal and the Mortal

​The Priest: (Looking at Cain with piercing eyes, his resonant voice echoing through the church) "My son, marriage is a solemn covenant. You stand today before the Lord to give a vow that only death can sever. Do you, Cain son of Adam, take Margaret Alexander to be your wedded wife?"

​Cain: (Slowly lifts his gaze; the blue symbol on his forehead glows with a faint light and a strange stillness. His voice emerges calm and polite, yet carries that deep metallic ring suggestive of thousands of years of experience.)

​"I do... (He pauses for a moment as if weighing the gravity of the words) And I pledge before you, and before this sacred place, to protect her from all evil, from the treachery of time, and from the cruelty of man... I pledge to protect her from everything... even from myself."

​(His metallic hands, crafted from beryllium bronze, shift slightly, but he keeps them tightly clasped behind his back, careful not to touch anything made of wood or fabric within the church, fearing his curse.)

​The Priest: (Turns toward the bride with a gentle look) "And you, Margaret Alexander, do you take Cain son of Adam to be your support and companion, in prosperity and in adversity?"

​Margaret: (Looks at the ground with great shyness, her cheeks flushing crimson; her voice is trembling but filled with sincerity)

​"I do... (She lifts her gaze slightly to meet the spark in his blue eyes) I have spent my life searching for safety, and I found none as kind to me as he. No one has touched my heart the way he has, with his patience and his stillness."

​The Priest: (Nods and begins reciting the prayer) "In the name of the Creator who granted us life, we bless this union..."

​(The Priest steps forward and raises the heavy metal cross. He places it gently on Cain’s forehead, directly over the glowing symbol. Cain does not blink; he remains as steady as a mountain, but his features relax slightly, as if feeling a spiritual peace he has lacked since the ages of 'Eridu'.)

​The Priest: (Places the cross on Margaret’s head) "May the Lord bless you both, grant you the strength to endure the hardships of life, and keep your hearts from wearying."

​(The prayer concludes, and a majestic silence reigns over the church. The Priest looks at them with a dignified smile.)

​The Priest: "By the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife... a blessed marriage to you both."

​Cain: (Bows his head to the Priest with deep respect, then turns toward Margaret. He extends his metallic hand very slowly, stopping millimeters before touching her face, afraid his curse might wither the delicacy of her skin. His voice becomes lower, more emotional.)

​"God has given you a tender heart, Margaret, and He has given me a memory that never fails... I promise you that every happy moment we spend together will remain etched within me forever, even if the world around us perishes."

​Margaret: (Smiles with tears in her eyes and whispers) "That is enough for me, Cain... It is enough for me to be the beautiful memory in your immortality."

(Kidnapping and extortion

Scene: Returning Home (Nibrad Forest Alley)

(Time: Sunset. Abel enters his home with heavy steps. He wears a Civil Defense uniform that looks tight on his massive frame, with crimson tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves. He places his keys on the table but stops abruptly. His senses, described as "shark-like," pick up an odd scent: the smell of fresh blood, fear, and the odor of a stranger who doesn't belong to this neighborhood.)

Abel (In a low, growling voice): "Otto?.."

(He looks at the floor. He sees his twenty-year-old son, "Otto," lying on his stomach, a small pool of blood gathering around his head. Abel doesn't react with typical human panic; instead, his muscles stiffen and his pupils dilate. He looks at the torn tablecloth and the signs of a struggle, immediately realizing that his "warrior" wife fought back before she was abducted.)

Abel (Whispering in Ancient Sumerian with a tone full of contempt and omen): "[Sumerian words, untranslated].. Cowards.. hiding in the shadows like rats."

(Suddenly, his phone on the table rings. He picks it up with his massive hand, which has begun to tremble with suppressed rage. He presses "Answer" and puts it to his ear without uttering a single word.)

The Abductor's Voice (Over the phone): "I swear to you, old warrior.. I will make you see your pregnant wife and her son in pieces!! Because you killed my brother! You will regret this!"

Abel (Responding in a voice as cold as ice, devoid of any fear, exactly as he once addressed the Foundation doctor): "You think this frightens me? You understand nothing.. you disgust me. [Sumerian words].. You don't even have the courage to stand before me, to feel my breath as I kill you. Death in combat is an honor that people like you—who hide behind messages and threats—do not deserve. I promise you.. there will be no regret; there will only be the total erasure of your existence from this earth."

(As he speaks, Abel feels a sharp sting in his arm. He turns quickly to see a sedative needle embedded in his muscle. He rips it out with his other hand, growling, but the chemical agent is incredibly potent, specifically targeting a nervous system designed for constant combat.)

Abel (His steps falter; his blades from the "Lower Darkness" emerge and vanish as he loses focus): "Treachery.. the coward kings.. always.. treachery.."

(Abel falls to his knees, then his massive body hits the floor beside his son. His grey eyes remain open in a state of silent "Battle Madness" before he loses consciousness completely.)

Scene: The Chamber of Restraint – The Unknown Basement

(The setting is a cold, concrete room. Dim lighting is focused solely on Abel and his wife. Abel is bound by massive chains of a strange, dark metal, engineered to encircle his powerful muscles; every link seems to absorb any energy he attempts to exert. Beside him, his wife—the "former warrior"—is bound in the same manner. Her gaze is broken by tears, yet she remains utterly silent. Abel opens his eyes slowly. That "shark-like" gaze appears instantly, and he begins testing the chains with calm, rhythmic muscular movements.)

Abel (Low, growling voice, speaking to himself in Sumerian): "[Sumerian words].. Dead metal.. soulless.. they think stone can imprison the storm."

(The abductor enters with his assistant, stepping with arrogance. He stands before Abel, who stares back with absolute silence—an "explosive stillness.")

The Abductor (In a spiteful voice): "The butcher finally wakes! You killed my brother in cold blood just because he was robbing a bank? You were a cop, weren't you? You should have arrested him, not torn him apart! Damn you! And now.. you will watch this pregnant wife of yours be humiliated before us all. I will break your pride before I kill you."

(A terrifying silence prevails. Abel does not flinch, scream, or beg. His crimson tattoos begin to glow faintly, and the veins in his neck bulge from the immense pressure he is exerting against the chains.)

Abel (Speaking with a terrifying calmness and a tone of absolute contempt): "You talk too much for a corpse that hasn't started rotting yet. You think these chains make you a man? I have slain monsters while shackled, and I have killed gods while bleeding. Your brother wasn't worth the air he breathed; removing him wasn't a crime—it was a cleansing of the earth from the weak."

The Abductor (Stepping forward in a rage): "You still have a long tongue? I’ll make your wife pay for those words right now!"

Abel (Interrupting him with a sharp glare that makes the abductor involuntarily recoil): "You disgust me. [Sumerian words].. You lack the courage to stand before me, to feel my breath as I crush your bones, so you hide behind chains others forged and threats fit only for coward kings. Look into my eyes.. do you see fear? Do you see regret? There is nothing here but an ancient malice waiting to explode and erase every trace of you from this city."

(Abel turns his head toward his wife with agonizing slowness. His gaze is not one of pity, but the gaze of a "commander to his soldier.")

Abel (In a commanding, steady tone): "Your endurance is your way of killing him. You are a warrior.. do not forget who you are under this wretched roof."

(Abel returns his gaze to the abductor and begins to strain against the chains with such force that the unknown metal emits a sharp screech, sacrificing the tearing of his own shoulder muscles just to break a single millimeter of those restraints.)

Abel (Whispering in English with an ancient accent): "Laugh as you wish.. but remember, treachery builds no victory, and the darkness you summoned me from.. will swallow you soon."

Scene: The Breaking Point – The Concrete Tomb

(The abductor stands and erupts in rage, striking the wife across the face so hard her nose begins to bleed. The sound of the "slap" echoes through the concrete room. The wife’s head snaps to the side, and blood begins to mix with the tears of oppression streaming from her eyes, both dripping onto the cold floor. Abel, who had been watching with pride seconds ago, suddenly stiffens in a way that is no longer human. A dead silence falls—the "silence of death" that precedes a catastrophe.)

The Abductor (Panting with spite, addressing his men): "Bind her legs! She won't repeat that again. I want her to weep blood as she watches the helplessness of this 'god' she’s so proud of."

(The men step forward and violently bind the wife’s legs. This time, she does not resist; she simply looks at Abel with eyes filled with pain and anticipation. Abel does not look back with sorrow; instead, he stares at the abductor with eyes that have transformed into true "shark eyes"—cold, vacant, and ready to erase.)

Abel (In a voice that isn't human, a deep growl that vibrates the very walls of the basement): ".........."

(Abel utters not a single clear word. His body begins to enter the state of 'Reastrad.' The crimson tattoos on his skin begin to swell like living veins, and the internal pressure in his body reaches levels that cause his pores to bleed a mixture of sweat and blood.)

The Abductor (Laughs mockingly while wiping his face): "What? Lost your Sumerian tongue? Where is your threat now?"

Abel (Emits a sharp, primal roar, then whispers in a cracked voice saturated with malice): "You have chosen... a treacherous death. [Sumerian words]... Her screams are your funeral prayer. The blood of my lineage that stains this ground now... will be the fuel that burns your small world to ash."

(Abel begins to exert a terrifying physical force. He isn't trying to pick the locks; he is trying to 'uproot' the wall itself. The unknown metal, ten times stronger than his physical limit, begins to emit a sharp, metallic groan. Under the weight of this 'destructive will,' the solid metal begins to warp and twist slightly, as if matter itself is surrendering to his fury.)

Abel (Screams with a voice that shakes the surrounding city, the 'Ab-Leyshal' cry—the omen of the end of kingdoms): "AAAAAAGGGGGGRRRRRAAAAAA!!"

(Abel’s muscles swell to the point of tearing, and the chains warp further and further, creating a deafening screech. He no longer sees the chains; he sees only the abductor’s throat. The physical pain of the metal crushing his wrists means nothing to him; he is now the 'embodiment of the storm' that cannot be contained.)

Abel (Staring at the abductor amidst his frenzy): "Prepare yourself... for the very metal that protects you from me... has begun to fear me."

Scene: The Rising Tide – The Rescue and the Reckoning

(Suddenly! The doors of the concrete room burst open with immense force. Otto kicks the door in, blood still drying on his forehead, but his eyes shine with a sharp intelligence and a harshness inherited from his father. Behind him enter nine of his "comrades," moving with a strict military precision that impresses even the silent Abel.)

Otto (Shouting in a commanding tone): "Strike them!!! Do not leave a single unbroken bone in their bodies!"

(Otto’s comrades begin to crush the abductors with professional strikes. Otto advances toward his mother, skillfully breaking her chains, then turns toward Abel. He reaches out and touches the cheek of his father—who had been bound like an enraged god—and unlocks the mysterious metal chains with a technical ease that astounds everyone present. Abel stands to his full height, looming like a giant who has reclaimed his throne, his crimson tattoos settling into a steady, deep red.)

Otto (Whispering to his father): "Father.. I was feigning death at home. I knew you would come, and I needed time to gather my men. These are my friends.. this is my small army."

(Abel looks at Otto with a "searching" gaze—a look of solid respect he has never granted a human before. He places his massive hand on his son’s shoulder, his voice emerging steady, deep, and full of suppressed pride.)

Abel (In Ancient Sumerian, then in English): "[Sumerian words].. You have learned how to deceive death and hunt in the shadows. Now.. you truly carry the blood of 'Ab-Leyshal.' You are no longer a child.. you are a warrior and a leader."

Otto (Pointing toward the abductors groaning on the floor): "We have crushed their pride, Father. Now.. go and finish what remains of these insects. I will take Mother and the unborn child to safety."

(Otto, the wife, and the comrades exit, closing the door behind them and leaving Abel alone with the abductors, who are trembling in terror. Abel turns toward them slowly, his features shifting from paternal pride to the "coldness of the executioner.")

Abel (In a calm, terrifying voice, drawing the "Rolling Blade" from the Lower Darkness): "You heard the new commander.. the mission has now become a 'cleansing.' You do not deserve to die by a warrior’s sword, but I will grant you the honor of an end at the hand of 'Ab-Leyshal'.. because you dared to touch my lineage."

The Abductor (Begging as he crawls backward): "Please.. we didn't know.."

Abel (Interrupting with combat-hardened coldness): "Ignorance does not protect the weak, and treachery builds no victory. In my law.. the enemy who betrays deserves not even a grave. Your screams now.. are the anthem through which I will reclaim my balance."