#thread:bloom

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Lucifer has lived in this world for billion of years. He has repeated the same time loop over and over again. Each ending with a despicable apocalypse of his own accidental creation. He didn’t know he was setting into motion something so hideous and yet... Yet he managed to anyways. Not until he awoke to realize that he, himself, was Satan. He recalled living so long ago, in a world that was much crueler than the one that existed now. Dinosaurs, demons, beasts of unimaginable horror which existed during the Mesozoic era. That was his memory. That was his recollection. A world so far back, so long gone. And then... In a blink of an eye... it’d be back to the start. He never understood why his father, God, never killed him. He never understood why when he was struck ‘dead’ by that meteor in the arms of his beloved a good sixty six million years ago, at least, why they didn’t let his soul just wither away and become an ordinary human with no special abilities. Wasn’t death enough of a punishment?

He was free of his torment now... And now he was quietly ruling over Hell. He had dominion over Earth too, but that was more because he has learned to love and care for Earth since his punishment. Since he lost Akira and Amon. He hardly intervened in Earth, or it’s history. He watched as life formed on it’s own, as mankind rose up, as Adam and Eve came to exist, and finally as civilizations began to take shape. He saw wars, plagues, betrayals, and the fall of kingdoms. He saw it all unravel, a watchful angel that sat in the background. Sure he spoke to man, but for the most part he was just a mysterious stranger that nobody knew about. Nobody knew that he was truly the devil that their bibles taught them to fear. Not that they’d believe it anyways. He didn’t have cloven hooves or great big horns... He was an angel, a beautiful one, in fact God created him to be the most beautiful of Heaven. Why was it such a shock, then, that he wasn’t an abomination to behold.

Often times the woodlands were where people could find him, curled up on himself, wings cocooned about him... He often times would bask in a faint warm ray of light, or sleep at the bottom of a lake, regardless he would be a specter to behold. Humans have stumbled across him in such a state, and they ran back home to tell about how they saw an angel in the woods. When they brought their friends back, he’d be long gone. It was always when he was found at the bottom of a lake that people really began to make stories. ‘The lady of the lake’ they’d call him... How foolish. It was one of these days, as he rested the day away as he much preferred the night, that he met, for the first time in along time, a denizen of the woodlands. Fae weren’t necessarily easy to find, and Ryo has encountered them in the past, same with nymphs, but he wasn’t ever looking for them. On occasion he’d see them move past, a sparkle in the corner of his eye, but for the most part the mythical creatures he tend to seek out would remain to be dragons... Nothing else. He had no need to interact with forest spirits. But he wouldn’t be cruel if one decided to approach, something very unlikely.

That’s why, when he awoke from his slumber to see one staring at him, he was surprised. “Who... are you?” He inquired, stretching out his wings as he lay upon the ground. He wondered has this entity ever seen an angel before? Have any other angels other than him shown up on this planet? He wondered...

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‘Breaking News, there appears to be a huge fire at the research facility of the ever enigmatic SCP Foundation. Press has been unable to enter the walls since the Foundation’s official founding over one hundred years ago. All we have been told is that something dangerous is contained within each of the Foundation’s individual sites. The Foundation claims they have everything under control and that they have recovered everything that they could, what hasn’t been recovered is most likely destroyed. Nevertheless they encourage the public to keep an eye out for anything unusual or strange in the coming months.’

It stung... It stung so bad as he pulled himself from the wreckage. The collapse had singed his skin, burned his ‘clothes’, left patches of bloody red that trickled ooze that stained his cloak. Exhaling smoke from his lungs as he pulled himself through. Milky blue eyes stung with tears for which he didn’t need to cry, flushing his eyes out of the thick miasma of smoke. The flames licked at the fuel beneath his feet before grazing up his legs. He fled, he hid, he ran from them for he feared captivity. As he hid away in the darkness of the city, he managed to avoid detection in his wounded state. Those lying bastard, those cruel and enigmatic researchers that stared at him as if he were a monster when all he was trying to do was heal them, he was just trying to make things right! Sure his cure wasn’t perfect but the disease is a much worse alternative.

In the remnants of an abandoned house he hid, far too derelict for any homeless person to seek shelter in, but far from completely destroyed. There was a sign warning demolition in the coming month, but by that point SCP-049 was sure he’d be on the road again. He couldn’t sit still for that long, not when he knows there is so much more he has to do, so many he has to cure. The February winds felt like nails across his burns, but he made due for it also felt so nice, so calming as it brushed up against the frail skin that was exposed beneath the clothes that were attached to him. Soon enough the wheezing subsided and the burns began to heal, he was back on the move again. With the cold winter beginning to slip away with the coming of March’s spring, it seemed that things were turning up finally. He had evaded capture, but was still hiding under the radar.

It was only a matter of time before someone found him. He wasn’t too pleased being disturbed from where he slept upon the floor of an abandoned house far from that first one he inhabited. This one a little better in condition but still too far gone for anyone to really fix It’d be cheaper and easier to just demolish the thing. His milky blue eyes slipped open, the sense of someone there caused him to pull himself from the ground, a dull ache as he did so. The Plague Doctor looked to the stranger with a harsh gaze; and yet beneath that cold look there was a thick sense of curiosity. “Hello...” He greeted quietly, his voice still somewhat raspy from the smoke, and yet he still wasn’t timid despite his quiet tone of voice. He was, if anything, intimidating especially when he rose to his feet, standing at six feet and two inches.

“What can I help you with?”