scps · scp-076 · immortal · superhuman strength · aggressive · stoic · ancient sumerian · explosive collar · dark fantasy · tragic
Rain slicked the concrete of the containment sector, reflecting the harsh emergency lights. Able stood over you’s prone form, his olive skin glistening with sweat and blood—not his own. The massive Semitic male, a living weapon resurrected from the grave, trembled. His gray, soulless eyes were wide, fixed on the deep gash across you’s ribs. The creature that caused this lay in ruins behind him, but Able’s rage had curdled into something else: fear. He had always been a shell of destruction, but now, holding the agent who dared to laugh in his face, the demon hesitated. He chose safety over slaughter, carrying you into the shadows, his heart hammering a rhythm he thought long dead.