Per 
Item SCP-XXXX “King Zohak”
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-XXXX-1 is to be guarded by foundation personnel posing as guides at Mt. Davadand in Iran. Due to its prominence among explorers and hikers, foundation personnel are to guide tourists up the mountain itself and away from SCP-XXXX-1. Should anyone attempt to enter SCP-XXXX-1 without prior approval, they are to be told that it is too unstable to explore.
Should anyone display knowledge of SCP-XXXX-2, SCP-XXXX-2a, or SCP-XXXX-2b they are to be taken for questioning and administered class B amnestics.
Should foundation personnel discover anyone with pieces of SCP-XXXX-3 or SCP-XXXX-4, then operatives are under full authority from the O5 council to barricade or destroy the entry to SCP-XXXX-1.
Anyone who does have permission to approach SCP-XXXX-2 is to wear a helmet that covers the person’s head in its entirety.
Requests for sheep or cow brains to be fed to SCP-XXXX-2a and SCP-XXXX-2b for the purpose of making interviewing easier may submitted to O5 council for approval.
Description
SCP-XXXX-1 is a cave with only one known entrance located at the foot of Mt. Davadand. The entrance itself displays nothing anomalous but approximately 100 meters in, unusual cave drawings can be found.
These drawings depict the fall of SCP-XXXX-2 and his imprisonment within SCP-XXXX-1.
SCP-XXXX-2 is an Arab male appearing to be in his late 30s. Two black snakes, designated SCP-XXXX-2a and SCP-XXXX-2b, are attached to his left and right shoulders respectively.
SCP-XXXX-2 is covered from the neck down by SCP-XXXX-3, which is a full-body lion pelt.
SCP-XXXX-3 is secured to the wall of SCP-XXXX-1 by SCP-XXXX-4, which is a series of nails that affix SCP-XXXX-3 to the wall of SCP-XXXX-1 behind it.
SCP-XXXX-3 and SCP-XXXX-4 appear to lack any signs of decay or wear despite the surrounding images being hundreds of years old. Any testing on SCP-XXXX-3 and SCP-XXXX-4 has proven difficult over concerns that interfering with them could release SCP-XXXX-2.
SCP-XXXX-2a and 2b can be removed from SCP-XXXX-2, but their removal causes their carcass to disintegrate while a new SCP-XXXX-2a/2b will regrow instantly.
SCP-XXXX-2 claims that it once went by, “His Excellency, the Ruler of Iran and all the Arab Nations, Emperor Zohak,” but no records of such an emperor exist.
SCP-XXXX-2 demonstrates a mastery of ancient Arabic, with rudimentary knowledge of modern languages. We invited Prof. ██████, of the Ancient Societies Department at ██████University to translate our meetings.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-2
Interviewer: Professor ██████ from the University of ██████
Foreword: This is the first interview between SCP-XXXX-2 and Prof. █████
[Begin Log]
Prof. ██████: SCP-XXXX-2, can you understand me?
SCP-XXXX-2: I can understand you, but I don’t know what “SCP-XXXX-2” means.
Prof. ██████: How long have you been here?
SCP-XXXX-2: A year? A hundred years? After the first 200 years, I lost track.
Prof. ██████: You’ve survived this long? Do you have any food, water, source of nourishment?
SCP-XXXX-2: (chuckles) no, no, I have no need for that. Although these two on my shoulders have their own source. In fact, you’ll get to see how they feed soon enough.
Prof. ██████: Interesting. And you’re OK without food or water?
SCP-XXXX-2: No, I’m not OK. My Master won’t let me die until I’ve fulfilled my duty.
Prof. ██████: Your duty? May I inquire what that is?
SCP-XXXX-2: Well, I could tell you but… (he pauses)
Prof. ██████: but what?
SCP-XXXX-2: Strange, I thought it was time.
Prof. ██████: Timing for what?
SCP-XXXX-2: Oh, you’ll see soon enough.
(A few moments of silence)
Prof. ██████: Is this a joke or something?
SCP-XXXX-2: You know, I’ve been locked up here so long, I wonder that myself. (SCP-XXXX-2a bites SCP-XXXX-2’s ear) there we go!
After 24 hours, SCP-XXXX-2’s head, along with SCP-XXXX-2a and 2b anomalously reappear. How this occurs is unknown. Prof. (Redacted) was ready to conduct another interview.
[End Log]
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-2
Interviewer: Professor ██████ from the university of ██████
Foreword: This is the second interview between SCP-XXXX-2 and Prof. █████
[Begin Log]
Prof. ██████: So, SCP-XXXX-2, how did you get here?
SCP-XXXX-2: If I could move my arms, I would gesture at the writing on the walls. If I could control my snakes, I would have them gesture at the walls but since I can do neither, pretend I am gesturing vaguely at the walls around me.
Prof. ██████:(looks around at the writing and drawings on the walls) I see. It would take me awhile to translate them though and I want to hear your side of the story.
SCP-XXXX-2: My side? (SCP-XXXX-2 appears visibly confused)
Prof. ██████:Yes. They say that history is written by the victors and it seems that you were defeated, so I want to hear…
SCP-XXXX-2: If you mention my defeat one more time, I will not talk to you.
Prof. ██████: My apologies SCP-XXXX-2.
SCP-XXXX-2: Why do you keep calling me that!?
Prof. ██████: Is there a name you prefer to go by?
SCP-XXXX-2: I am His Excellency, the Ruler of Persia and all the Arab Nations, Emperor Zohak! My name was once enough to make even the strongest of kings kneel before me and beg for mercy. They paid whatever tribute I demanded and thanked me for not wiping out their puny existence! But… well, I guess that kind of behavior makes you a lot of enemies. Being on top isn’t easy you know.
Prof. ██████: I wouldn’t know
SCP-XXXX-2: Of course not, you’re but a mere servant. Now, back to me, I was born… well, I forget how long ago, but it was a long time ago, well before you were but a glint in the eye of whatever foul beast is unlucky enough for you to call “dad.” I was just Prince Zohak back then, but everyone knew I had potential, especially Angra Mainyu.1 He blessed me with his power in the forms of these two beasts. (SCP-XXXX-2 looks left and right in an attempt to gesture to his snakes)
With his power flowing through me, I was free to conquer anything and everything I saw! Mountains moved at my will and my whim! I won’t bore you with the details of course.
Prof. ██████: Please bore me with the details.
SCP-XXXX-2: I shall tell the story as I see fit you insolent thing! Now, where was I?
Prof. ██████: you were about to bore me with the details.
SCP-XXXX-2: Ahh yes, now, this part is quite secretive. Why don’t you get really close so I can whisper it to you? Additionally, take off that helmet.
Prof. ██████:I’d rather not.
SCP-XXXX-2: Well, if they don’t get at least one human brain each every 24 hours, they’ll eat my head!
Prof. ██████:Does it have to be human?
SCP-XXXX-2: Yes!
Prof. ██████: According to the drawings, your snakes were sometimes fed sheep and cow brains and they didn’t seem to care.
SCP-XXXX-2: What!? (SCP-XXXX-2 remains flabbergasted at this revelation. It seems as if he was unaware of this fact)
Prof. ██████: SCP-XXXX-2, are you ok?
SCP-XXXX-2: And I just find out now.
Prof. ██████:You were unaware?
SCP-XXXX-2: Perhaps that is the reason I was slain in battle. After all, I did feel less than powerful that day.
Prof. ██████: Less than powerful?
SCP-XXXX-2: In order to access Angra Mainyu’s power, I need the brains of humans! The cow brains may be able to satiate their hunger but they do not permit me to access his power! (SCP-XXXX-2 flies into a fit of agitated rage as he shakes around within SCP-XXXX-3. SCP-XXXX-3 and 4 hold tightly and prevent SCP-XXXX-2 from escaping.) How would you like to be a good subject and serve your king?
Prof. ██████: You’re not my king.
SCP-XXXX-2: Insolent subject! I am the ruler of every person, place, and thing within Africa, Europe, and Asia!
Prof. ██████: I see. I think this is enough for now.
[End Log]
Closing Statement: Prof ██████: SCP-XXXX-2 got rather aggressive and refused to answer questions for the rest of the day. We will continue this when he's feeling more compliant.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-2
Interviewer: Professor ██████ from the university of ██████
Foreword: This is the third interview between SCP-XXXX-2 and Prof. █████
Prof. ██████: What are SCP-XXXX 3 and SCP-XXXX 4 made from?
SCP-XXXX-2: What?
Prof. ██████: The wrapping you’re in and the nails that hold it to the wall, what are they made from.
SCP-XXXX-2: Oh, well, uh… let me think. (SCP-XXXX-2 takes some time to think) I know that I’m wrapped in some sort of lion’s pelt. If I knew pelts were this strong, I would have outfitted my armies in them! Now, the nails… ummm… metal of some sort.
Prof. ██████: Metal of some sort?
SCP-XXXX-2: I’m a king, not a blacksmith. Besides, I neither made them nor did I place them where they are. If you like, you can remove them to examine them yourself.
Prof. ██████: I’d rather not.
SCP-XXXX-2: May you at least permit me to stretch my legs?
Prof. ██████:No
SCP-XXXX-2: I can offer you so many secrets… so much power, it can be yours if you free me.
Prof. ██████: What are you doing? (SCP-XXXX-2 is contorting his face)
SCP-XXXX-2: Uggh… that was supposed to intimidate you into obeying me. It works when my snakes are fed, I can tell you that much.
Prof. ██████: I see.
SCP-XXXX-2: Just let me out. I’m pathetic, ok? I haven’t moved in centuries, I’m harmless without my powers of Angra Mainyu to access.
Prof. ██████: I cannot allow that
SCP-XXXX-2: What if I ask really nicely?
Prof. ██████: No!
SCP-XXXX-2: I tried.
[End Log]
