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Pentagram city, industrial district.
SCP-035 POV
Vroom… BANG!
The old car I was driving came to a sudden stop as it knocked over a few trash cans that were left on the side of the curb.
I silently chastised myself for my wreck less driving but I couldn’t be entirely at fault. I looked at my body as it now showed the first signs of decomposition.
‘I need to get another body soon.’ I pondered to myself. ‘When I first found him he was a prime specimen of his species, but now he’s starting to become rigid. Maybe one of those sinners?’
The sinners were once human when they were alive but in death they gained certain attributes such as increased strength and magical abilities. Perhaps the best of all, the regeneration of damage flesh.
‘Maybe… something to think about later. I got another comrade to recruit.’ I thought as I made my way to the large warehouse in front of me.
The warehouse was quite old, according to the shattered glass windows and moldy brick walls that seemed to dot around the exterior of the building. It was clear that nobody used the warehouse for quite some time and in due time was bound to be demolished.
I moved quickly from my car and headed straight into the building. This body had a scuffle recently with one of the overlords in this district and it was bound to be spies around keeping a watchout for me.
My boots kept stepping on broken glass with the complete bareness of the warehouse giving off an uncomfortable setting. Even to me.
The room was clearly a receptionist area given the small space. To the right was a hallway to presumably a bunch of offices and in front were the steel doors to the central warehouse itself.
I looked over to my left and saw a large black splotch of inky darkness spread across the wall.
“Alright, come out big guy.” I spoke to the dark patch as the creature made its way outside of its pocket dimension and into the dim lighting the smudged windows provided.
“So this place has another recruit for us doesn’t it?” The creature only gave a small nod at my question. “Excellent! Now where is this someone or something?”
The creature only offered a pointed finger with its only remaining arm towards the steel doors to the main warehouse chamber.
“Great. Let’s introduce ourselves to our new teammate.” I stepped away from the creature and made my way to the two doors at the back of the room.
The doors gave way with only slight resistance and once I took in the room itself I noticed two things.
One, the entire building looked like a cats scratching post. With deep cuts running along the wood, metal, and concrete.
Two, the large mass of billowy, white feathers that sat right in the middle of the room itself. The huge pile would twitch and shake at random intervals.
“Well, well, well, look at what we have here.” I announced as I made my way to the new SCP. “Seems to me that an angel ended up where it didn’t belong.”
I grabbed a folding chair that seems to have survived the initial destruction and took my seat across from the pile of wings.
“I’ve heard from the grapevine that you’re the Foundation’s personal fallen angel.” I started speaking as the pile refused to respond to my presence. “Quite the nasty fall from heaven’s graces and only to end up in Hell of all place. Tch, this is no place for someone such as yourself.” I placed my hands together and rested my mask on them as I continued.
“I know all about how the Foundation tried to use horrible methods in order to control your unique abilities. Fire is often a cruel punishment is it not.” The pile of feathers refused to reply. “The doctors don’t think there is anyone conscious underneath those wings but I think differently.” I got up and made my way over to the pile.
“You might not be in a cage anymore, but the cage in your mind is still there isn’t?” I didn’t expect a reply as I continued to talk, walking around the potential recruit.
“Perhaps you need a special word that will ignite something deep down in the corners of your mind in order to find your way out.” I stopped pacing as I stood in front of the feathers. My mind coming up with certain words to stir the great many-winged angel.
“Hmm, heaven?”
No response other than the slight twitching of the wings.
“Hell?”
No response.
“Lucifer?”
No response.
“Sinner?”
…
No… response.
I was starting to get annoyed and looked back at the creature still standing at the foot of the doorway. Still clutching his stump of an arm.
‘Perhaps I’m going about this the wrong way. Maybe something… more… personal.’
“Heh, you wouldn’t happen to know what an Exorcist is, would you?”
This time I got a clear response as the wings suddenly stopped twitching and remained dead still.
After about a minute the wings started moving again but this time seemed to be retreating inside the mass. The wings slid over one another as the main shape of the angel was revealed to the world in perhaps a very long time.
The angel appeared to be female. She was tall with what appeared to be a badly damaged black and white uniform that showed parts of her gray skin underneath it. Her face showed the same gray texture as her body with green eyes and long flowing black hair. The eyes however showed a vacant, blank expression on them.
Once the wings retreated fully within her body I could see she was laying prone on the ground as if she was a human ragdoll. Her eyes suddenly filled back with life as her eyes frantically darted across her field of vision until coming to rest on me.
I made my way closer to her and crouched down in order for the angel to not strain her neck looking up. I took the initiative to greet myself.
“Why hello angel, it’s very nice to finally meet you. I see that you have consciousness back so let’s begin with our names. Mine is 035, but you can refer to me as mask if you prefer.” I reached out my hand towards her. “And yours?”
She seemed to be struggling with her mouth. She opened and closed her mouth several times before being able to start expelling air out of her throat to create sound.
“A… As… As… aph. My… n-name i-is Asaph.”
“Well Asaph, it is very nice to meet you. Do you happen to know where we are?” She looked around her environment before looking straight up from her prone position and looking back at me with those striking green eyes.
“H-hell?” I gave a slight chuckle.
“Heh, that’s right. Now that introductions are out of the way perhaps you’d like to listen to a little pitch I ‘d like to make to you.” Asaph gave no response but a slow blink and a slight frown.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Now since we’re in Hell I would like to make an arrangement. I would like to see my grandest dreams come true down in this cesspool of human waste. In order to do that I will need help from others who now of my pain.” I leveled my gaze down on her again. “That’s where you come in. In exchange for helping out my plans I will help you with yours. What do you say.” I extended my hands outward to show some vulnerability. Asaph looked down at the ground for a moment before looking back at me.
“If I he-help you, wi-will you help me get me b-back to heaven.” I clasped my hands together and tilted my head to the side.
“Aww, the lost lamb wishes to return to the flock does she not.” Asaph’s eyes flickered with hatred and she brought her mouth into a viscous snarl.
“N-no.” She responded. “I w-want to… kill them. I want to slice at their throats. I want to make them scream for what they have done to me.” She brought her hand together in order to make a fist.
“Ahh, a revenge trip. I can certainly get behind that. Now are you ready to get up and take your vengeance upon the people who wronged you?”
Asaph made several spasms and twitches in order to get off the dirty concrete floor to no avail.
‘It seems her muscles have atrophied by being in that form for too long.’
“Well it seems that you can’t get up.” I stated towards her. “I would help you but with the state of this host it would probably be too long before it completely breaks down.” I waved my hand over to the creature that had walked over to us as we were talking.
“I would offer my compatriot here to carry you but he seems to be missing one of two essential pieces.” The creature looked down at me before rubbing its stub.
“Th-that’s alright. I think I can move myself.” Asaph said as four wings started to sprout from her back again. Me and the creature took a step back in order to see what she was planning.
The wings glided effortlessly through the air before-
Crunch!
The wings embedded into the concrete surrounding her body looking as if the ground itself was nothing more than warmed up butter.
Asaph’s body started to rise off the ground looking as if her body was dangling off of a meat hook. Her head lopped forward with her hair covering one of her eyes with the other one directly looking at us. She still maintained a neutral expression while looking at us.
She looked like the Ring girl combined with a certain Marvel character I once watched from a movie.
Well the memories of watching the movie from one of my hosts anyway.
“Looks like your full of surprises, aren’t you.” I turned around and made my way towards the central doors.
“Let’s go make some chaos.”
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SCP-469 POV
I made my way outside the building. Making sure to stay close to the weird imp wearing a mask as the ink man retreated back into the shadows.
I should be terrified. I should not make deals with demons.
However, the only thing on my mind was the people I was going to kill when I got back into heaven. People like Sera, and Adam, and Lute, and…
And…
…
Vaggie
Her name. Something that once brought a smile to my face only brought hatred and pain to the forefront of my mind.
As I stepped out of the warehouse and into the red skies of Hell, one thought kept me from retreating back into myself.
‘I’m going to make my girlfriend scream’