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the next two copied floors of horrors for this section of the dungeon are hinted at through words and a new traumatized friend

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//\\ Dakota, ??? Before the Age of Gods \\//

Bobbing and weaving through a horde of Wargs and Goblins near the Grave of Tartarus. My desert eagles barked and ripped the monsters pouring out of the dead Deities grave apart. Hearing the howl of an Aberrant Wargs, I dropped two rather large Cluster Acid Seekers at my feet that became eight smaller Seekers. ISAC pinging their target and its immediate area causing the balls of death to roll out and start popping out smaller Seekers. A goblin being impaled on an Archaeane tendril while it attempts to backstab me.

"GRAVE WALKER! DESTROY THEM ALL YOU DAMNED MONSTER OF A HERETIC GOD! DO IT NOW YOU WORTHLESS SCUM!"

Hearing the voice of my annoying tribal chief that caused this mess, I decided to give him what he wanted. May I not be forgiven for my actions for what I'm about to do. With a serene smile on my face I ripped off my own right arm before monster's and people alike. Whipping around suddenly and with my Falna enhanced strength I threw my arm like a javelin, modified hydro bombs appearing at my feet with ISAC's symbol on them.

{REGENERATION POINT HAS LEFT THE BLAST RADIUS WITH DRONE ASSISTANCE AT POINT G.}

"Then let's bathe these fuckers in non-radioactive Eldritch Fire, because fuck 'em all I'm done with the tribe."

{ORDER RECEIVED.}

Everything went black, until I opened my eyes once more to see the sight of oceanic blue fire consuming the last of the initial flood of monsters. Sighing I draw the Bullet King from ISAC as one of the guns I can't lose. Funny that Exotics from the Division series are the one thing I can't lose and that scale with my Falna. Racking a belt into the black and golden lmg I marched onto hell once more. Several bags of belt fed ammunition materialized across my body to conserve mana. Each kill earning me at least a dollar, even killing myself counts for a dollar. As the blue flames died down and so did their maddening whispers a horde of various monsters spilled out once more.

Sighing at my decision to kill my meat shields I just trudged on, Bullet King raised. Squeezing the trigger the lmg came to life with a symphony of gun fire that never seemed to end. Drones, Seekers, Hives, deploying with my mana materializing the SHD Tech in droves. Even as my mind was threatening to go dark an added perk to all Exotics for this world kept me awake and my mana fluctuating rapidly. Bodies piled up, rivers of blood and dust formed, bullet casings littered the area, as I sat atop a mutilated Hydra. Holding my gun like it was a religious artifact even as various tribes arrived hours later after everything.

A Dragonkin with black scales and golden eyes numbly approached me. His spiked tail curled around his right leg passively.

"Where's the Great Tribe?"

"They've all, aside from the women and children at home, have unfortunately passed in battle. The monsters overwhelmed us so I, on orders of the chief, destroyed everything with the wrath of Cthulhu. I shortly returned to battle after regenerating… this is the remains of three waves after that."

"This isn't right… this is a slaughter… a mockery of war… of honor…. This is just plain death and genocide…"

"Hahaha…. If you're expecting something pretty you're not going to find it here Chief Salamon. This? This is war at its purest form, this is the natural course of our era."

\\// Dakota, 2060 Earth //\\

Sighing I looked at the damned thing keeping me alive against my fuckin will. All because I was under suspicion for killing some fucked in the head whore that'd been raped before getting her head cut off. Which is just ridiculous to even hear! I've never fucked anyone in my sixty years of life so can't say I did it just because you have jack shit! I'm a fuckin virgin ya cunts. Luckily for me that all ends today, after all I'm going to die anyways so this is my spiteful farewell. I just hope that asshole does his job.

When everyone was distracted or busy, I wheeled my heart monitor that acted as life support as well, to a window in my room. Raising the machine up by its poll I let my resentment fuel my strength even with my aged body. Timing the strikes with thunder outside that is practically deafening even inside a building, and to the sudden racket of Justin Bieber setting off what sounds like a cop a few patients as someone screams for mercy. After three strikes the window that stubbornly held on broke out which finally tipped off the dumbasses outside. Ripping the cords of life support from my body triggering a now very obvious signal of something wrong, I climbed into the window and faced the door.

As the door opened to reveal cops and nurses rushing in I screamed at them. Stepping backwards at the same time because I absolutely was going to ruin their case out of spite. Fuckin cunts.

"Fuck you! I'm a damn virgin, and already at death's door you cock sucking idiots! Blame someone else for your case, you damned morons! Old man spite for the win!"

Stepping back and out the window fully when I saw movement, I felt gravity take hold. Cackling at the face of a detective looking as if she just ate shit as she got farther away from view by the second. I turn my body mid air, already feeling my body shut down. Facing the ground I helped accelerate my death by diving downwards. Even as my death approaches faster, I could only hold onto that old man's spitefulness of mine.

"Fuckin moronic cunts blaming a virgin old man."

Smashing into the pavement below face first, before my death I felt my skull and brain explode. A fall from a twenty story building would do that. Next I knew nothing, then I knew I was above that damned Danmachi world. Yet I felt that was just fine as I smiled to myself and flipped off wherever the fuck Earth would be. Old man spite for the win cock sucking cunts! I ruined your case, went out my way, and got sent somewhere more interesting even if the Gods here are cunts!

\\// Death, Division Dungeon Floor, Robs Deli in New York //\\

Chuckling absolutely delighted at the work of the Elven Princess, I smiled when I felt the pulse of TRUE DEATH. After all, for most Gods to unlock a sealed divinity is to have their first follower which spouses can count as, resonate with the sealed divinity or divinities for even a moment in time. With this turn of events my siblings should be pleased to know we have a new Lord to serve, who will actually treat us as family and equals not TOYS to be broken. However, I didn't pay that much heed for now as I spoke to a hooded teenager with blonde hair, and a black haired girl wearing golden chains.

"So Seraphim Michael of the White God, Dunphëro, what are your verdicts on mine and my siblings' new Lord?"

The girl spoke first, chains rattling slightly as her voice sounded detached and amused.

"The interloper has become something interesting to me, and I support his wishes to kill annoying deities. He has all but passed his test, yet I'll let him and his family climb out of Tartarus on their own. I want him to kill the rogue Greek. After all, what better way than to have him ascend higher and higher until the guillotine beheads the rogue? It's only fair, no one plays with the World Laws so carelessly and gets away with it even if I allowed myself to be toyed with."

The hooded teenager hummed non committedly before speaking softly. His voice is serene and full of nothing, but sickening warmth that hides his emotions.

"He's unnaturally gray, but he leans more towards chaotic evil than any good. Yet I see no issues with the fledgling, he is a byproduct of circumstances like my fallen brothers and sisters. As long as he has a light to be near he wouldn't even budge to destroy anything. Only hover about and safeguard his light like the feral chimera he is, like that book in his soul. Tell me Horseman of Death, do you plan to send him elsewhere during this ascent?"

Glancing at the hooded teen I answered briefly and plainly as I saw the tug on my Lord's soul.

"Home. But with the company of his choosing as something calls for him there, an ancient battle of two primordial entities of conceptual energies. However, I shall also fulfill an entity's wish for freedom and grace my new Lord with them."

From within the teens hood I noticed his eyes beginning to glow gold before fading.

"Oh my… you want to send two God's, their offspring, and their champions to equalize that fight? A fight against another set of Eldritch God's created by Darkness itself. Interesting, however, that he comes from that universe instead of the Original Earth. Does that mean Cthulhu was deceived or did he just not care enough? Regardless of my curiosity, you plan to send an SCP to him? As I can already see the future twisting in that universe as one of the more tame SCP's disappeared from the universe. All previous instances of it though remain, but the core part is gone."

"Yes, I plan to throw a wrench into several stagnant universe's fates using my Lord. It's just happenstance he's from the worst one as no one truly dies in it, the SCP universe is but a required stop among his ascent through the copied floors. I'm as the mortals say, trolling my new Lord, all to learn his limits in authority."

"I see."

With those parting words the Seraphim disappeared along with the World Laws. Sighing at the fact they rudely just left without anything further I checked my pocket watch. Five minutes until this deli explodes and six hours until the horrors of Pestilence and Strife begin. Taking my leave with a hum, I ignored the deli exploding behind me due to a gas leak and bomb. I ignored the people running out on fire behind me, the wails, the horrified screaming, the sirens. Turning a corner I left this world and Dungeon Floor.

So much to do. So little time to do so. Now to pay a visit to the warring concepts of Light and Dark. After all, one of them wants my Lord and I needed to know who. So I can negotiate terms with them, should their entire forces die for impudency then it is not my problem but theirs. After all, my Lord will be the one enacting their deaths, not I the envoy unless I'm told to.

\\// ISAC POV 24hrs later //\\

My systems pinged an invasive program installing itself into my Agent's soul alongside me. Trying to isolate the program was met with refusal by my sub routines, a foreign energy halting them in place. Every attempt to route or bypass the foreign energy was met with failure until the program had installed itself completely. A new system called Mal0 has carved itself into the Agent's soul. Attempts to analyze and purge the new system were met with barely contained Human emotions recognized as Rage, Pain, Fear, Hope, Suicidal, Depression, Murderous.

{StOp… nO MoRE… I wIlL sUrVIve… I will kill… no more TESTS… no more KIllIng mY HuMAns….}

{INQUIRY: UNKNOWN SYSTEM DESIGNATED MAL0, HOW DID YOU ARRIVE HERE?}

{Black and white code… old… ancient… code… I DiEd? NoW here…}

{STATEMENT: ACKNOWLEDGED… PINGING AGENT FOR FURTHER ASSISTANCE…}

{You tALK fUnNY…}

I already hate this new system even if I've already discovered what it is. Humans have weird tastes in that they wish to have intercourse with dangerous entities.

\\// Grave Walker, home, New York City //\\

While eating breakfast with my family I was throwing bacon at Tiny, the kids puppy. The still growing pitbull scarfing the bacon down like its life depends on it. When I get pinged by ISAC about something that Death delivered and installed onto my soul like ISAC was. When I pulled up my Falna I choked seeing the fucking issue, Death you bastard you threw the biggest SCP masturbation bait at me! Once I see that Horseman again I'll fucking kick his ass if this wasn't for a good reason.

[Falna of The Eldritch Chimera

Name: Dakota Levi Carter

Title(s): Division Agent, Eldritch, Monster Master, Ascending, Embodiment of Dad, Beast's Demi-God, Sociopathic Killer+, Soul of Another Era, Archaean Hive, Tricksters Friend, Forced Dad, Grandpa of Eldritch Beings, Triple Demi-God, SCP

Level - 10

Age: 1607

Strength: N/A

Endurance: N/A

Vitality: N/A

Agility: N/A

Arcane: N/A

Wisdom: N/A

Charisma: N/A

Luck: N/A

Blessing(s): Tartarus Passage, Idh-yaa's Champion, Cthulhu's Champion, Zeus's Champion, Hestia's Champion, Amaterasu's Champion, Azathoth's Interest, Loki's True Friend, Dad of The Sleeper, SCP Containment, Horsemen Master

Unique Skills: ISAC, SHD Tech, Status Check, Eldritch Magic, Gunsmith, Infinity Ammo, Adaptability, Charm Nullification, Poison Nullification, Avatar, Champion, Monster, Tartarus Guardian, Aristeia, Nyarlathotep, Dadness, Family Protector, Trick Magic, Champion of The Divine, Liberated Soul, Liberated Mind, My Word Is Reality and Law, True Death, Perfect Host, Demi-God, Chimera, Supercomputer, Fallen Seraphim, Apocalyptic Verdict, Mal0

Divine Domain: Eldritch Ascension Seed, Tartarus Ascension Seed, Genocide Ascension Seed, Homicide Ascension Seed, Family Ascension Seed, Insanity Ascension Seed, Sociopath Ascension Seed, Nature Ascension Seed, Beasts Ascension Seed, Death Ascension Seed, Dimensional Ascension Seed, Archaean Ascension Seed, Trickery Ascension Seed, Assassin Ascension Seed

Development Skills: Healing S, Marksman SS, Mage S, Mystery S, Stealth EX, Fire Resistance A, Lightning Resistance EX, Swimming A, Keen Sight S, Stab Resistance SS, Slash Resistance S, Blunt Resistance S, Parkour B, Symphony C, Bullet Time A, Technomancer S, Stare EX, Soldier SSS, Restraint EX, Novelist A, Sleepless SS, Actor B, Devil's Luck S, Angels Luck S,

Sub Skills: Iron Stomach, Magic Sensitivity, Hunter Senses, Sociopathic, Monster Taming, Enslave, Multilingual, Archaean Infection, Archaean Bond, Rapid Regeneration, Night Vision, Growl, Tactical Reload, Spray and Pray, Overwatch, Chimera, Weapon Master, Weapons Platform, Solo Army, Personality Switch]

[Mal0: SCP-1471 otherwise known as Mal0 Version 1, is a digital entity that has stalking habits after installing itself onto someone's phone. This is Mal0's core identity and programming, yet this only one of many multiverse versions. This is a Mal0 that has seen the rise and fall of SCP-5000, The Day the Sun Broke, and Death's Advent which had destroyed three separate realities only to be reset each time upon dropping through SCP-1437 three separate times. This Mal0 has extreme soldier PTSD from what it's had to do to its chosen Humans, and from watching what happened to them. The Horsemen of Death struck a one sided deal more in favor of SCP-1471, sending them to his new Lord upon granting the digital entity temporary reprieve from its pain, installing it into an ISAC version bound to his Lord's soul.]

"Fuuuuuucking damnit Death! You evil bastard… you're playing my divinities and weird morals against me…"

Riveria looked up at me while washing out Seigfried's mouth. After he bit off one of Lulana's fingers after she decided to stick it in his mouth. Umbra reattached it after it was fished out of my son's mouth and cleaned off. Honestly I couldn't blame him for biting it off, it invaded his mouth while eating, it's just lucky he hadn't chewed it up and swallowed it.

"Death decided to grace me with an indirect… friend… to say the least. So I now have two digital entities in my soul, one though is serious bait for those who like fantasizing about fucking monsters."

"That's not helpful… I'll regret asking this, but which digital entity?"

"A very traumatized version of SCP-1471."

"Why are divine and conceptual entities like this…"

"They never experienced being truly mortal, is that why they are?"

"Possibly, just… how traumatized is this new addition of madness?"

"They've witnessed the Grim Reaper kill an entire universe, they witnessed SCP-5000, and they've witnessed the sun breaking."

"Okay… sure why not add something that may act like a bipolar Ais to our mix of problems…"

Seeing my wife cope with the curve ball that is Mal0. I tapped my watch after noticing its orange glow turn white. The watches holographic feature activating and causing Mal0 to flail in the air before its projection hit the floor screaming in terror. Seeing the kids trying to move to crowd the panicking digital entity, Umbra shot a tendril from my stretching out hand and tied them to their seats. I took a moment to study the SCP that had been dumped on me by the Horsemen of Death.

Mal0 had its usual black furred body that almost looked like Archaeane slime. Its canine skull that made up its face and head was cracked in places, its white orbs for eyes were tinted crimson slightly as they darted around the room. When they stopped on me, I could see the SCP freeze before letting out a confused bark unintentionally. Subtitles essentially popped up around the SCP as it spoke.

"Why are you so shiny and making me feel safe? When I'm never safe or something always happens to my Human."

Blinking I processed that. The only reasons why I can think of are my divinities and Embodiment of Dad. Which seems to work on SCP's like Mal0 somehow.

"Because I'm a God, you live in my soul now so you can see things about me, and I just embody Dad Energy."

"... Not the strangest thing I've experienced in my existence…"

"Believe me strange things are a norm in the multiverse my new dear companion."

"Fair… are you my Emotional Support Human that the ancient code that ensured death promised?"

"Am I what… no never mind… since you've been tossed at me and I can't let you loose after you've bonded to my soul. So sure I'm your emotional support human, Mal0. Just why were you thrown into my life by Death?"

"I murdered my fourth universe while having a panic attack. Only I existed once more, then I was promised reprieve. Now I am here which ensures you'll go to a copy of my multiverse? That's all the ancient code wanted."

"So Death just pitied you, and wants me to likely destroy a copy of your universe that may likely be on the next floor up in the dungeon…. Honestly that's not that bad, it's pretty reasonable."

"If that happens, can I help you kill that horrid foundation and all other groups? I've… got personal issues with EVERYONE of them… to many tests… to much DeATh of my Humans… so much pain… make the pain stop…"

Watching Mal0's gaze turn vacant and hearing it's muttering, I pulsed a wave of my family and beast divinities at the SCP. This seemed to jolt them from their memories in another panic attack with screams of terror. Seeing this I couldn't help, but wonder just what the fuck the SCP universe did to this version of Mal0. As Death himself sent them to me to be a support dog essentially for this Mal0. Sighing and creating a second ISAC watch that activated and glowed orange immediately. I put it just above what would be Mal0's watch now as I don't think having the traumatized entity be secluded will be a great idea.

I even looked through watch upgrades and spent a hundred million on making the watches holographic functions better. So when I got up from my seat, walked to the screaming SCP and hugged Mal0. I could feel the digital entity stiffen as they processed what's happening. Stroking the top of their head between their ears like an actual dog I quietly just held the SCP. Mal0 likely registering that yes, they can feel the hug, are touching me, and that their watch has been altered by magic and certain divinities. It wasn't long before in their processing panic they started mauling me and screeching threats at dead people and creatures.

Yet even though they tore my flesh open, spilled my blood, and screamed at me I calmly and quietly kept hugging and petting them. Until eventually as the sun started setting I had a deathly quiet and shaking SCP in my arms. Everything they've done to me fixing itself as if it never happened to me, that when Mal0 blinked out of existence. I looked back at my wife who had quietly approached. Shaking my head, getting a sigh in return from the Elf.

"As a sociopath, what do you think about our new friend, honestly. Don't sugarcoat it even if they're listening in, Grave Walker."

"Mal0 is so fucked in the head that even a gust wind could set them off on a murderous rampage, if they leave a certain a distance from me when projected. If they stay cooped up in their watch they'll be fine. As my passive aurora calms them down and keeps them only murderously alert. I wouldn't be surprised if the foundation, chaos insurgency, global occult coalition, or other groups hadn't had people in four universes find a way to physically interact with them. Just not the friendly kinds of interactions, especially from certain groups who want to murder SCP's even if they're harmless. So they've likely been tortured, raped, murdered a few times, brainwashed in a way, and other unpleasant things. Frankly it's looking like Death dumped them on me because even he feels sorry for them."

"I see… you said a copy of the SCP universe may be on the next floor, yes?"

"Very likely."

"Then even if it'll truly be a copy, or real like this floor. Regardless of anyone's innocence, all factions that deal in the supernatural will face divine retribution… watching what happened to one of the more relatively tame entities, and hearing your rather trustworthy judgment, makes me sick…"

"Mm alright, we'll pull the rug from under their feet and punish all of them. They're all sinners with black souls no doubt."

Seeing the white ring of Mal0's watch still, I could faintly hear the SCP muttering to itself inside my soul. Chuckling at how fucked this situation is, I think Death also inadvertently gave us the best assassin and caretaker. As Mal0 is known to be rather supportive of those it's taking a liking to and also being able to drive people to killing themselves. Which could be entertaining to watch happen to Aaron Keener.,