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5/XXXX LEVEL 5/XXXX
CLASSIFIED
Author Post Lyrics - These are just for me!
She'll take your heart but you won't feel it.
She's like no other,
and I'm just trying to make you see.
Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-XXXX relies upon the observation, enactment, and fulfillment of the Veri Ritual. Any deviation from the Ritual will potentially result in a total breakdown of human society and the destruction of humankind in its present form.
Veri Rituals are to be performed at Site-3 under Foundation control to uphold the Covenant signed by the Maddison family in 1853. According to the consequences stipulated in the Covenant not correctly performing the Ritual will entail an LK-Class "Species Transmutation" scenario.
Due to the necessity of maintaining the Covenant, the Foundation has designated a select pool of officiants among researchers of at least Level-4 clearance, who have been trained in propagating the specifics of the Veri Ritual.
Whenever possible, the selected participants in the Veri Ritual shall consist of available D-Class who are practitioners of any Christian sect. If insufficient in numbers, more D-class can be allocated to Site-3 upon request.
MTF Yodh-30 ("Iscariot's Chosen") are tasked with responding to any possible Veri Ritual being performed outside of Foundation control. They are to liaise with embedded agents within known Neo-Sarkic cults to monitor for evidence of veneration of SCP-XXXX.
In addition, Foundation assets are to engage with all religious organizations that practice transubstantiation as part of their religious observance in order to monitor for potential Veri Rituals. When specifically interacting with congregations under the auspices of the Catholic Church, the Foundation should work in tandem with the Confraternity of Saint George's Knights.
SCP-XXXX-1 was previously contained within the basement of The Maddison Manor in Berkshire County, Massachusetts. Site-3 has been constructed around The Maddison Manor to better contain SCP-XXXX-1.
Resultant SCP-XXXX-1 entities are to be contained at Site-3 whereupon they will congeal together into a larger amorphous mass of organs and tissues. Neutralisation of SCP-XXXX-1 entities is strictly forbidden under the Covenant and attempts to neutralise SCP-XXXX-1, both directly, and indirectly have resulted in [REDACTED].
SCP-XXXX is currently contained in Massachusetts everywhere.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation given to an anomalous entity that was brought into the physical world by the Maddison family in 1853. SCP-XXXX primarily functions within a dimension "above" our own. The entity's dimension and our own seemingly share some overlap, allowing it to interact with the material world through auditory, olfactory, and cognitive stimuli.
It currently lacks the ability to physically interact with our own dimension through its physical form, if it has one, as no physical manifestation of SCP-XXXX has been recorded since its inception. However, SCP-XXXX displays the ability to possess subjects that participate in Veri Rituals.
Veri Rituals is the designation given to rituals that superficially resemble the Eucharist within Christian teachings. The ritual can be instigated by adhering to a strict set of specific deviations to pre-existing Rites of the Eucharist.
During a Veri Ritual, SCP-XXXX will intercede upon the transubstantiation of the sacramental bread and wine, which will become the organic matter and blood of SCP-XXXX. Following the transubstantiation, the congregation will consume the organic matter of SCP-XXXX and then ingest the blood.
The presiding minister will begin a dirge that will always start, in their native tongue, with the following phrase:
"She Who Slakes, She whom thirsts eternally, Haemamorpha, take our meek and shameful bodies into your loving embrace. May your ichor and flesh become one with our own. We, your humble servants, prostrate our weak flesh upon your altar and beseech your divine intervention."
At this point, each member of the congregation, except for the presiding minister, will kneel shoulder-to-shoulder upon one knee whilst their hand is clutched firmly over their heart. They will then begin to meld together, forming one amorphous mass. Members on the surface of this mass will retain their features and organs. This mass entity is designated SCP-XXXX-1.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX was not the primary focus of initial investigations by the Foundation. Instead, the Foundation was first made aware of the presence of SCP-XXXX-1 on 01/03/1983, when a social worker reported that The Maddison Manor smelled of "rotten bodies, corpses, and musty old people smell" and alleged that they could not enter the household. They were later amnesticated by Foundation staff.
The Maddison family, who had first come into contact with SCP-XXXX in 1853, were fully complicit with the Foundation's investigation into SCP-XXXX-1 which had continually grown to overrun the basement and first floor of The Maddison Manor.
It was discovered by the Foundation that the Maddison family had been rendered functionally immortal due to a Covenant signed between SCP-XXXX, whom they identified as She Who Slakes, and the family, ensuring that they would be able to care for SCP-XXXX-1.
The four family members, at the time, consisted of: Father Maddison, SCP-XXXX-2A, Mother Maddison, SCP-XXXX-2B, Maddison Jr., SCP-XXXX-2C, and Maddison Sr., SCP-XXXX-2D. Unbeknownst to the Foundation, there was an additional fifth member, Isabelle de Maddison, who had left the family sometime after 1853, when contact was made between SCP-XXXX and the Maddison family.
Interviews were conducted by Dr. Niles between Father Maddison and, upon her return, Isabelle de Maddison to collect information on SCP-XXXX.
Preface: This interview took place on 13/01/1985 between SCP-XXXX-2A, Father Maddison, and Field Researcher Jonathan Niles. The primary focus of the interview was to ascertain the details behind the pact made between SCP-XXXX-2 and SCP-XXXX.
Dr. Niles: Good afternoon, SCP-XXXX-2A, I trust that you are comfortable with this arranged meeting?
SCP-XXXX-2A: Niles, how many times must I tell you? Just call me Mr. Maddison, or Father. Your labels perturb me deeply.
Dr. Niles: Very well Mr. Maddison, I'd hoped to discuss the details of the pact signed between you and this entity.
SCP-XXXX-2A: Niles, Niles, Niles. We do not dwell on dead things in this household, o' no we do not.
Dr. Niles: Quite ironic considering that this entire room smells of rotten meat, and the fact that you have an amorphous mass of human tissue in your basement.
SCP-XXXX-2A lets out a short, terse laugh that devolves into coughing.
SCP-XXXX-2A: Truly, it is Niles. How many years have we two been in contact?
Dr. Niles: Two years Mr. Maddison. I'll have to ask again, I hope to discuss the pact you made with this entity.
Mr. Maddison pauses for a few moments, gazing reflectively at Dr. Niles.
SCP-XXXX-2A: Very well. Do settle in, for this could take awhile. Wife, do go and get our guest some refreshment.
Dr. Niles: There's no need for that Mr. Maddison, I assure you.
SCP-XXXX-2A: Now, now Doctor, do not refuse hospitality when it is offered. "Manners maketh the man", as my good mother would always say, may her soul rest in the Heavens.
Dr. Niles: I apologise Mr. Maddison, but I must insist that we continue with the interview. Would you please begin?
SCP-XXXX-2A: We were good Christians, Niles. Well behaved, mature, good natured. We were good Christians. But we were weak, the flesh is so weak Niles.
Dr. Niles: I'm afraid I do not understand, Mr. Maddison. What do you mean, 'the flesh is weak'?
SCP-XXXX-2A: This home, it is built upon evil things. Evil acts and evil deeds that even I do not speak of. It came to us when we were performing the sacrament. The Abbey, as you have likely seen, is adjoined to the Manor.
Dr. Niles: I see it every month that I come by to visit. It's all boarded up nowadays, isn't it?
SCP-XXXX-2A: The wife… She daren't look upon it any longer. She fears the place for that is where She is strongest.
Dr. Niles: Whom do you mean, when you say 'She'? You have made many references to her in our meetings.
SCP-XXXX-2A: She is who gave us this gift. She came to us as the Mother of God but we couldn't feel Her, only smell, hear, and … I dare not speak it.
Dr. Niles: I understand your discomfort, Mr. Maddison but we must discuss it.
SCP-XXXX-2A: We … we could feel Her inside our heads. Talking and screaming, whispering and shrieking. She told us that She could free of us our weak flesh, bless us and make us whole if we partook in Communion. And shamefully, we did.
Dr. Niles: And after the Communion? Is that when SCP-XXXX-1 manifested?
SCP-XXXX-2A: Aye, Her child..
Dr. Niles: Her child, would you clarify, please?
SCP-XXXX-2A: She… its Her child, She cannot pass over into the Void until it has been raised, nurtured, and cared for. Do you understand Doctor? We are eternally cursed.
Preface: SCP-XXXX-2E had initially left the family in 1853, immediately after the Covenant between SCP-XXXX-2 and SCP-XXXX came into existence. She has lived across both American continents since leaving. Dr. Niles detained and interviewed SCP-XXXX-2E upon her arrival at The Maddison Manor on 02/04/1985.
Dr. Niles: SCP-XXXX-2E, could you please explain where you have been for the last 132 years?
SCP-XXXX-2E: My name is Isabelle, Doctor. And as to answer your question, I have been spreading the word of God across the Americas.
Dr. Niles: Which god do you speak of, Isabelle? The first or the second?
SCP-XXXX-2E: I dare not speak Her true name, She is one of blood and flesh. The enemy of our great God. She is the antithesis of everything blessed in our world. She is a blind fool.
Dr. Niles: What brought you back to your family?
SCP-XXXX-2E: God did. He told me that we must prostrate ourselves at the altar, for our sins, our hubris are in excess. We must become godly and faithful creatures. The masses must see the error of their ways.
Dr. Niles: I don't believe you, Isabelle. Please tell me truthfully about what you spent over a hundred years doing.
SCP-XXXX-2E: I feared Her. I fled my family who had turned to Her and I was born anew as a member of the faithful congregation of God. I could partake in communion once again.
Dr. Niles: Thank you SCP-XXXX-2E, this interview is concluded.
On 05/04/1985, the entire Maddison family committed suicide. Their bodies were found in the abbey adjoining the family manor, all of the members were kneeling whilst SCP-XXXX-2E was found wearing a set of red vestments, similar to those worn by cardinals in the Catholic faith. Their cause of death was determined to be exsanguination via the jugular and radial veins.
Both SCP-XXXX-2E and SCP-XXXX-2A were found with documents clutched in their hands. These documents, designated XXXX.doc.1 and XXXX.doc.2, were the collective family suicide note, and the contract signed by the Maddison family respectively.
XXXX.doc.1
Dear Doctor Jonathan Niles,
We apologise. This burden was ours to carry, and we have failed. We wished to live for all eternity, to be remoulded in the image of the Mother of God.
We were wrong. We were not the ones who were made into Her image. Our wish, our desire, it had a price. A price too steep for any one individual to bear. We profaned the communion, and for that She remade the communion in Her image.
We were Her inadvertent worshipers, and we toiled surreptitiously towards an unknown goal only fueling Her ambition. Her child is the flesh of all living things, but we made Her child in the flesh. We were both gaolers and prisoners.
I profusely apologise. I never wanted this, but our daughter confessed to us. We are children of God, and so we must return to him. Our punishment should be in His arms, not hers.
Complete the ritual, continue my daughter's work. We were weak. You will be strong.
XXXX.doc.2
She Who Slakes, She whom thirsts eternally, Haemamorpha,
This here, seals our covenant and oath to you. We of meek flesh, of thin blood, of weak spirit do entrust unto you our bodies so they may be moulded into more perfect forms.
For you, we shall, to the best of our mortal bodies, observe, enact and fulfill the Communion in your form. A congregation, of no more than ten, no less than four, shall gather before you. Within shall be a maid, a woman, and an invested minister.
The communion shall be held aloft, and one who has imbibed the flesh and blood of your transubstantiated form shall empty your blood into the chalice of the minister. As your flesh becomes the bread so too will your blood become the wine.
At this point, the communion will not be that of Christ, but of your form.
The congregation will sing a dirge for you. The funeral song that wafts to the Void between the stars and the heaven so your immortal form can descend and observe our flesh, moulding it into a form befitting your child. Your child shall come to no worldy, nor spiritual harm.
And so it shall be done, on the sabbath of every week, of every month, of every year.
If we do not fulfil the bargain, the Veri Ritual shall not be performed upon our flesh alone, but all flesh, everywhere. All flesh, all blood, all will become one. Your child.
Blood.
The taste of liquid iron on the tip of her tongue forced her to retch. Only, she couldn't. She tried to force herself. Again, again, and again. But nothing came from the pit of her stomach.
It was everywhere. Her tongue curled loosely and danced across a thousand stars, tracing a slick path of scarlet ichor across a black canvas.
She could taste every meager droplet of red ink that ran its course like a raging river cutting through the Void between the stars themselves. But then, she realised a sudden shocking truth that wounded her like she had wounded them.
In the infinite time that she had spent painting the cosmos, she was still alone. The loneliness was tactile and the silence was deafening. A million stars twinkled below her tongue and head, and yet all she had was the silence and the blood. Oh, the blood.
The blood was the sweetest symphony, a cacaphony of bliss, euphoria, release. And everything bled.
She swooped her body around, drinking in the sights, and sounds of the tumbling marbles beneath her gaze. Those belonged to her. She could taste them. She could smell them.
Her body was wreathed in layers upon layers of silken robes: pinks and oranges, greens and blues, purples and reds. But her skin was pale and smooth as porcelain, a mask that she could retreat behind.
Delicately, she gathered her skirts and robes, swiftly moving away to gaze upon another shining rock. The rocks were her favourite to observe, and to toy with. She would only have to gesture with her elongated, delicate fingers and the blood, the sweet rapturous blood, would pour fourth and desecrate the rock.
Its ugly mismatched hues and rough-hewed surfaces would become awash with her sweet ambrosia. And it would no longer be ugly but rather, beautiful.
Down and down she span, spreading her arms out wide and running her fingertips against the Void between the stars and the heavens. And with a gentle caress, she discovered her design, and her purpose.
The blood was her single purpose. It was the only thing she could feel, taste or see other than the ugly rocks, and the stars that twinkled and danced amongst the Void.
But then it struck again, the feeling of emptiness. She was alone in a canvas covered in black tar. Her design was the only illustration upon the page.
She would solve that. She would have a companion beside her.
And so, she caressed and brutalised the very matter surrounding her until it was given shape and form. She began to mould and guide the matter into a figure. Another entity in the sea of black that permeated all around her. But then her fingers fell and the red figure collapsed back into the Void.
Fury overtook her as she punched, clawed and shrieked at the degenerating figure, cursing it for ever having been, or ever having not been. She could feel herself falling, collapsing into the same Void that her creation had. And she cried, and cried.
Then, she was awake and Mary realised that her grandmother's stories had been true all along.
3/XXXX LEVEL 3/XXXX
CLASSIFIED
Specific Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is currently located at the Tenjin-kegare Jinja, a Shinto shrine located in the Shizuoka Prefecture of southern Japan. This location is currently not subject to the Foundation's purview and is maintained and contained by PoI-845T ("Akira Kamiyama"). Foundation Staff are allowed to interact with and handle SCP-XXXX for testing only.
Foundation staff are reminded to act in a respectful manner and maintain a professional demeanor when interacting with PoI-845T, SCP-XXXX, and by extension, Tenjin-kegare Jinja itself. In addition, Foundation staff should comply with any requests to observe Shinto religious practices made by PoI-845T.
Exploration of SCP-XXXX-1 is strictly forbidden per Discovery Log 12/06/2020.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation given to a 15th century Ōdachi which is 120cm long and weighs 4.5kg. The sword's origin dates to the early Sengoku period of Japan, also known as the Age of Warring States.
SCP-XXXX's composition is strictly non-anomalous having been constructed from a variety of steel alloys in the Soshu Kitae style. The blade is marked by a series of permanent bloodstains. No substance has thus far been found that can erase the stains, nor has the blade suffered any structural degradation from usage. Attempts to break or damage the blade have proven impossible.
The object bears a single inscription of a yojijukugo, a four character idiomatic expression, upon one flat side of the sword. The inscription reads: "因果応報" which can be expressed in Romaji as "inga ōhō". This translates roughly into "What comes around, goes around", a common idiom attributed to the idea of divine karmic retribution.
SCP-XXXX is currently in the possession of an PoI-845T, who goes by the name of Akira Kegare Kamiyama. He is over 500 years old and is the current and only presiding priest at Tenjin-kegare Jinja. He is regarded as functionally immortal and is incapable of most motor functions except for speech and limited movement of his hands which is typically done for articulation purposes.
SCP-XXXX was once used as a ceremonial blade, inhabited by an impure kami, a religious deity of the Shinto religion. It would be used to ceremonially part a silk ribbon as the sun descended past the horizon every evening, to mark the termination of day. However, in the year 1812, the blade was used to cleave apart nothing and this resulted in the manifestation of SCP-XXXX-A.
Still to be completed
SCP-XXXX-A is an extra-dimensional space that corresponds with no known region of space, nor time.
It consists of a barren flat surface of an indeterminable length and width.
The remainder of the monastic order can be found sat in a circle in this area, apparently having actually died around two hundred years prior.
Exploration of SCP-XXXX-A was conducted via autonomous drones. - They found nothing, the place is literally empty. There is nothing here.
SCP-XXXX-A is their karmic retribution, they were stagnant and defiled in life, and so their "Heaven" is just as stagnant, it is the reflection of the soul.
NTS: Potentially link into existing canon of Ahaeamorpha, is this a realm created by an loosely benevolent eldritch being that misinterpreted the Shinto monks? OR is it another planet that once hosted its own civilisation?**
End of to be completed
History: SCP-XXXX was first used by a historical figure known as the 'Pale Justiciar' whose reference is found solely in texts possessed by the Kegare Order. She was allegedly a female samurai whose husband and father were killed during the formative years of the Sengoku period. She would roam the battlefields of Japan and bring mercy to any dying or wounded soldiers she came across in the aftermath of battles, beheading them with a single stroke of SCP-XXXX.
At an unknown time, SCP-XXXX came into the possession of the Kegare Order of monks, a Shinto monastic order. PoI-845T was once a member of this order before the group's dissolution in 1812.
The Kegare Order were a monastic order founded during the Sengoku period who practiced an extreme form of asceticism, a rejection of sensual and earthly pleasures in the pursuit of spiritual goals. The Order are referenced in no other historical texts and the only evidence of their existence traces back to PoI-845T.
PoI-845T was discovered in 1992 by Foundation staff exploring the Shizuoka Prefecture after hearing reports of a mummified body found in an old, abandoned Shinto shrine.
PoI-845T has undergone extensive anomalous bodily modifications in the pursuit of immortality. The vast majority of his skin has necrotised and his entire body is emaciated due to the dryness of his remaining skin. His head is almost completely bald with small remainders of brittle hair dotting the edges of his skull. The eyes of PoI-845T have almost completely degraded with the subject suffering from intense cataracts. His teeth have almost completely decayed down to the root, save for his rear molars.
His internal organs have long ceased functioning and their purposes have been replaced by a series of insects native to the islands of Japan. His intestinal tracts have been replaced by Scolopendra subspinipes (Red-headed centipede) whilst his stomach is filled with Periplaneta japonica (Japanese cockroach). His supply of blood is sustained by Haemadipsa zeylanica (Japanese mountain leech). The only intact organs are the brain, heart and lungs. His nutrition is derived from the accompanying insects that forage during the night before returning back into his body as the sun rises in the morning.
Initial contact was made by Dr. Fujikawa and interviews were then arranged between the two individuals. The following have been translated from their original Japanese.
Preface: Dr. Fujikawa made first contact with PoI-845T at approximately 10:54am after an exhaustive climb up the Minami Alps. PoI-845T was facing towards the rising sun. After a brief conversation, which has been omitted for brevity's sake, the interview commenced.
Dr. Fujikawa: Does your current situation cause you any serious discomfort, Mr. Kamiyama?
PoI-845T: Once, once it did. Is a tree phased by the gnawing of its leaves? My personal discomfort is of no great concern to myself. I have suffered in this way for over 400 years and hope that I will live for many years to come, Dr.
Dr. Fujikawa: Could you explain how you were inflicted with your present affliction?
PoI-845T: The pursuit of the greater good. I was once a young man, like yourself, eager for a purpose in life. I found my purpose at this temple. There were many of us, students of a discipline. The discipline of flesh and mind. After eons of prayer, meditation, and harae I achieved this state that you see before you.
PoI-845T makes a clacking sound whilst smiling. This is presumed to be a laugh.
Dr. Fujikawa: Could you tell me more about the Order? I've scanned a few texts and gleaned what I could. You called yourself the Kegare Order.
PoI-845T: Impurity. We were vile and contemptible so we tirelessly worked in the pursuit of true Heaven. We allowed the infestation to take root within our very body. Our sensei told us it would free us of all our bodily pleasures. I fearfully admit, I trembled when the first insect crawled inside.
Dr. Fujikawa: What did the artefact have to do with this… impurity?
PoI-845T turns his head towards SCP-XXXX which Dr. Fujikawa had gestured towards.
PoI-845T: Kegare-ken. Defilement blade. It was brought here by the sensei's pupil during the Sengoku period and bathed in the pool behind my back. It corrupted the purest waters that flowed through this temple. Look upon it now, all you will see is foulness, stagnation. My sensei stared into those waters and thought he'd found his solution. He dreamed of a bottomless ocean of filth and muck, and that blade would bring it forth.
Dr. Fujikawa: If I might ask, Mr. Kamiyama, why do you remain up above? Would it not have been easier to sit in the shrine room.
PoI-845T: I did not wish to defile the shrine further with my own body and I sit up here because I can feel the warmth of the sun on my face as it rises, each, and every day.
Preface: Dr. Fujikawa was instructed to specifically interview PoI-845T about the Kegare Order and SCP-XXXX. His secondary objective was to ascertain a way to test the functions and properties of SCP-XXXX, if it had any.
Dr. Fujikawa: PoI-845T, what is the purpose of the artefact we spoke of in our prior meeting?
PoI-845T: The kegare-ken was brought to us by a lonely rōnin, a wandering swordsman with no master. They told us that the blade had been profaned. Unclean, filthy, defiled - they used all these words and more. Our sensei took the blade and examined it, declaring it kegare, and interring it where it lays to this very day.
Dr. Fujikawa: And this, kegare-ken, the artefact, has it ever been used?
NTA: This section should discuss the purpose and use of SCP-XXXX in a metaphorical way, alluding to it being a reflection of the corrupted order's goals, do not specifically state this, make the author read for it.
NTA: Should I include a exploration log with very little detail apart from the group of monks sat around, dead in the desert? Or should I allude to them being dead and include a still image of the surface of the moon or mars, a barren wasteland with no stars in the sky.
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