[Terms scp-1471= application for mobile devices named "MalO ver1.0.0" in application stores. It is a dog?wolf?thing that follows you around basically. Most go insane from it and kill themselves. I want to say there is literally only 1 guy that is still alive. I could be wrong]
I knew it was a bad idea. Stupid idea to come out here, when the Foundation knew about this place but…just the thought of having my own demonic champion was a nice thought. Even if said champion was a terrifying canine creature with sharp claws, teeth, and red eyes…and black fur. Whatever, to each their own. I wonder if that app scp is a demon? That would be a fun thought. Maybe I would be the one to make it, food for thought. I was in the past, and knew about the future so who knows. Fuck I might actual be an 0-5 in the future, I never would though. Too much work.
The wall outside was peaceful, the entrance was closed and didn't look like it was going to open anytime soon. Perfect this was my chance to graft a demon. The places I knew where the wolves roamed was the southern part of the area. They most often then not hunted in packs. My goal was to somehow get a loner, level it up and go from there. The problem was finding a loner and getting said loner into a single Graft ritual by itself, without another one coming into the circle.
The circle needed to be drawn first, then you as the person needed to wait for a demon to show up. Once both combatants were in the circle it was a death battle. Only one on one, the loser of the match was either food or a slave. Hopefully what the author said was right, and demons followed the rules strictly. No help was allowed outside the circle, the prize could not be claimed until the winner took their share, and finally a demon couldn't fight the winner until a time later. I didn't know what that meant, it didn't say anything only that. It could be minutes,hours, days…or whatever but I guess a breather was nice.
I looked through the alleyways, the 'main' street and other places thinking where to put the circle at. I will do alleyways, that seems like a good spot to do it. It took some time to do the ritual. It needed my blood, some other alchemistic materials, candles, the whole thing. I also needed to do a invoke a contract, which basically was me saying 'Whom ever cross this circle i….blahblahblah…fight to death..blahblah'
Demonic cult shit..just another day in my new life. Moving on. The ritual was set; the sun was setting and no signs of the Foundation or anyone else. Good. This is is.
I checked to make sure I had everything I needed to fight a demon one on one. Holy water, silver sword, a staff, and finally protective robes. I felt like I was a video game character getting ready for a boss battle, I would add enhancements if I knew any. That was probably something I should work on in the future. This magic stuff isn't as fun as I thought it was going to be, just study..study..and guess what…more study. Thank god the symbiote leech, worm, helps with my brain development or I would be cooked.
The night went by, the demons came out and nothing happened. I just sat there waiting for a lone wolf to come by and be my friend. I would pray to God, I was a Christian in my past life, but I knew that he probably wouldn't listen. And, if he did I didn't want anything to do with him. The guy had to be a fake, not sure if he was the real God or just a god either way he couldn't be real. Plus I owe that guy a punch sandwich, I had so much beef with him it wasn't funny. He was going to run the ones with me, even if I die. Actually now that I think about I got beef with a lot of them SCPs…I should make a list of-
The Graft Ritual activated, to my great pleasure it was a single demonic wolf. It looked like an older one. Older was a strange term for a demon..regardless it probably hasn't fed in a while based on the way it was moving and behaving. The older or more mature ones usually hunted in packs.
The wolf was about 7 feet tall, covered in shadowy black fur, it had eight legs and four red eyes that looked like rubies on its face. I don't remember seeing anything like this here. I took a deep breath and got to it.
Jumping into the circle the wolf looked at me. It knew and I knew what all this meant, there were no words at it pounced on me claws extended his mouth opened wide showing his sharp teeth. I moved to the side as fast as I could, but wasn't fast enough. It had grabbed the end of the staff that I had held in my right hand. I wasn't going to win a struggling match with it, and dropped it from my hands. The wolf only had a moment to spit out my staff before holy water was thrown to its face.
The wolf screamed in pain as it jumped away. The left side of its eyes were closed, and the holy water was still on its shadowy body still sizzling like acid on his face. The wolf looked enraged, and with a deep breath howled.
The sound was unbearable, like a loud soft high-pitched whistle. Like claws scratching against a chalkboard, combined with the sound of a train whistle and a howl all at once. I had to cover my eyes from the sound, and then a felt it. The wolf that was in front of me, was blurring into two different wolves. I wasn't tired, but my vision was blurry and things didn't make sense. Was the sky always red? Was the moon that close?
FUCK! What did it do to me? The wolves step closer to me, walking slowly and steadily. It had the confidence of someone that had won and was simply tasting my defeat. I didn't know what to do, my ears hurt and my vision was getting worse by the second. It felt like I was on a bad acid trip and…Was this a dream. The book said that these things could make you dream.
FUCK! How do I get out of a dream like this. THINK DAMNIT THINK. I don't want to die again. Maybe I can force my soul to awake up. Instead of connecting to another soul I focused entirely on my own. The only word I said when I was connected was
"WAKE!"
Just in time too. This damn wolf had half my body in its mouth. It was going to eat me whole. The sword was still in my hand, and with a quick thrust I stabbed it in the mouth. The pressure of the jaws was too great, and I was losing fast.
The only thing that would work was cutting his belly from the inside, but I didn't know if the acid would kill me. I really didn't want to take the risk.
FUCK ME! Why did I think this was a fucking good idea. Damnit.
I felt like a building was collapsing on top of me, with only the silver sword being the pillar that I was using to stop it from collapsing. I needed to think what did I know, what did I have. Staff-Gone, Sword-not now, Holy water..briefly looking down I saw that I had 2 left.
Oh thank god, and my paranoid past-self. Past-self I will kiss you later. Well..stomach it is. The wolf was struggling to bite me in while I was in his mouth. I looked down at its throat, and with a quick pull cut my way down. The wolf didn't expect that something it was trying to close would close on its own. The moment I got in the stomach, I throw the holy water and cut as much as I could. I could hear it howling in pain, and before I knew it was I spat out. It had happened so fast that I didn't know what was up or down. However it didn't take me long to get my bearings.
The wolf was panting, and gasping for breath. His belly was cut, and there was blood leaking from its mouth. I thought I was going to win, it was weak and I could-
I stopped when I looked at my feet were burned, not only that but the robes that I had were burning too. The acid.
The staff was just next to me, my feet wouldn't work and didn't bother with it. I crawled as fast as my arms would let me. The wolf had somewhat recovered during that time period. It tried to howl again, but the blood and torn throat didn't let that happen. It was wobbling on its six legs, rocking back and forth. Trying to get something going.
This was my chance, when I felt the staff on my hands I did a spell. Usually, you wouldn't do something like this but whatever. I knew basic holy magic, and knew that most of the spells started with the runes 'light' and was followed by the ancient language sound for construction so I took it and ran with it
'light, holy, construct,spear' The spell made a spear of light appear before me. It didn't do what I wanted it to, but a weapon was a weapon.
The wolf must have gotten scared when I had the spear, as it pounced on me again but this time I didn't dodge. Instead, I held the spear up and with it pierced the wolf.
There was a whimper and then it stilled. The first part of the ritual was complete. The problem was my feet were melted; a heavy wolf was on me and the only thing holding it was a light spear that looked about to break apart.
It took me some time, but I was able to free myself from the wolf underside. I didn't want to say anything, but in my own head I couldn't help but admire how soft the fur was. You would think that the demonic wolf would have spiked fur or something, and I guess they do that didn't mean anything when they died though. Dead demonic wolf fur was soft, perfect temperature, and if I get a chance will be my pillow, blanket, and bed all at once. A healing spell to my fix my feet right up, thank god.
The voice was something I really wanted, and that fur. This was the hard part. I knew where the voice box was, as I had done cricothyroidotomy in the field before. It was close enough to the voice box. The wolf`s voice box came out easily. I had dead and lived through a lot of shit, but cutting my throat open and ripping out my voice box was on another level. Thankfully I was smart enough to have the wolf`s nearby.
I didn't know how it worked, but the moment it was by my throat I started to feel the fusion happening. The worms didn't like it, but as time past the pain stopped. It felt new, like I had just came out of surgery with a new organ or something.
I tried to speak
"h-h-hello"
I sounded like a 60 year old hag, who smoked all her life. I needed to keep speaking until my voice got back to normal. In the meantime I was going to get a fur coat. The eyes were also interesting, the were a deep red that looked like rubies on a statue. I was going to take that with me as well.
So, I walked back to the library constantly speaking aloud to myself, a fur coat dragging behind me, and a 2 ruby colored eyeballs. All and all a good haul, and I felt proud of myself.
[Trying to get better at fight scenes. Tell me what you think. How can I improve. Also thank you for the support!]