SITE-469 -290

Far from the boring days of SCP-105 at SITE-019. All the way over at SITE-009, the master of the mansion, Alexander Ricci had returned from the cold confines of SITE-001.

His first order of business was naturally to take a rest by the side of his pool, one that remained mostly unused despite the crystal clear waters that invited for a dip.

As a member of the O5 council, Alexander was busy, more so since there were so many damn things that needed his attention. Not that he was the only member of the council that was busy. Everyone was busy, and everyone was used to it.

Running the world's biggest secret organization was not easy, with millions of people under its umbrella at its full size, and it was quickly reaching that point. While many SITEs still needed to be summoned, the number was quickly decreasing.

"Sir, the arrangement for tomorrow has been arranged; a unit of Alpha-1 is in place and ready to receive you." The voice of one of his aids interrupted his peace.

Alexander just nodded, he knew what he had arranged for tomorrow, and it wasn't all that important.

Though it did have greater importance in the big picture, after all, it had something to do with a rather important SCP object, one that had been silent for a long while now but finally was about to be dealt with.

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[SITE-469]

The Foundation had paid a fortune to buy up a large amount of land right in the middle of Germany, which including buying an entire town, a castle, a forest, and plenty of farmland, costing billions by the dozen.

This hadn't just been costly but also difficult and time-consuming. After all, they had to get the entire town to move out. Though calling it a town was thankfully a bit too generous, as it only was the home to 362 people, and the entire piece of land held only 512 people.

Still, a country like Germany wasn't an easy one to manipulate. Yet thankfully the Foundation also wasn't easy to deny, and as such they had simply pushed through and gained what they desired.

Which ended with the creation of SITE-469, a containment focused SITE, meant to Contain a single SCP object.

SCP-469, the many winged angel. A dangerous Keter class object with the potential to bring about the end of the world, or at least the end of humanity.

SCP-469 was a ball of white wings, with almost nothing known about what was within it. however it was currently suspected that some creature like an angel was sleeping within, wrapped up in its own wings.

The reason a sleeping being was ranked as a Keter class object was because it was impossible to harm the being or it was impossible to do so in a safe way. It was entirely possible to harm the angel; whatever it was shooting or burning, everything worked.

The problem was that the angle grew in size when exposed so sounds, which including guns or even the sound of its own wings burning. Which allowed it to grow faster then it could be destroyed.

The Foundation feared that it would grow to be so large that it would be impossible to limit sounds around it, which would further fuel its growth. Eventually, either leading to the angel consuming the earth itself or waking up and then doing something horrible.

It was one of the first objects to appear in this world and had been undiscovered for more than a year. And not for a lack of trying.

The Foundation had put many recourses into finding it, though with little success, until just recently.

Months before, Alexander decided to utilize a small elite unit to find SCP-963. The unit was picked from the new black Widows who knew little of SCP objects and were, therefore, unlikely to be tempted by the possibility of becoming immortal.

So they had been given the unique honor of looking around for an inherent object, a mission that was damn near impossible. And one that had ultimately ended in failure as the object in question had been found within Wakanda, a place they never even had the ability to search.

Alexander had honestly been busy after all, with the sudden appearance of SCP-001 When day breaks, and had forgotten to inform them that their mission was cancelled.

As such, the Widows had continued to look just about everywhere for the amulet, and had by some strange luck found what they had thought might be a clue, which it wasn't.

Instead, they had found clues leading to a conflict between a few powers' native to the Marvel universe. Some that never entered their eyes of himself, though which he suspected that O5-9 might be interested in since it very much fell into his preview.

However, the Widows, being without any better clue after months of nothing, had decided that this one, however unlikely, was worth checking out, and so, they had found themselves investigating rumors and legends of vampires.

 The Foundation had known about the existence of vampires and werewolves in this new world for a while now. Yet, they hadn't yet gotten around to dealing with them given the massive undertaking it would be.

For now, the vampires seemed to keep to themselves and did little to mess with people on a large scale. Which was likely thanks to the Ancient One.

After all, having someone that powerful sitting on top and ready to come down and knock out teeth did wonders for people to behave.

So, while the Foundation knew a bit about the world of vampires, there were still plenty of things that they didn't know.

One thing they had no idea about was the fact that due to hunts against vampires, and their limited ability to fight back due to restrictions from the Ancient One, a large coven had been forced underground.

That eventually brought them down to secret tunnels in one of Germany's mountains. Here, they dealt with all kinds of traps, some of which seemed almost impossible in nature. The Foundation believed that they had been made with Thamumaturgy.

Down there in those tunnels, they had made some incredible discoveries. For this wasn't just some old coal mine, but an entire underground city.

An abandoned underground city. One that hadn't been like that for very long. In fact, the stench of rot was still thick in the air, which meant that it was likely that whoever lived down there had died down there.

The underground city the Foundation had uncovered was a macabre and eerie place. As the Black Widow agents descended further into the tunnels, the air grew colder, and the remnants of whoever—or whatever—once inhabited the space became more apparent.

Shadows danced on the walls, cast by their flashlights, illuminating the signs of a recent massacre. Bodies lay strewn across the ground, decayed and mutilated beyond recognition, the stench of death hanging heavy in the air.

What struck the agents the most was the sheer size and complexity of the city. It wasn't just a small collection of rooms and tunnels; this was a sprawling labyrinth, with intricate carvings on the walls, old scripts etched into the stone, and an unmistakable sense of foreboding. The city felt ancient and unnatural, as if it had been created not just by human hands but by something far older—and far darker.

"Look at this," one of the Widows said, her voice echoing slightly through the cavern. She crouched near what appeared to be an altar, its surface stained dark with blood. The walls around it were adorned with cryptic symbols, some of which resembled nothing they had ever seen before.

Another agent knelt beside her, running a gloved hand over the strange carvings. "Definitely feels like this is something the Foundation would be interested in."

Deeper into the underground city, they discovered what seemed to once have been some kind of prison, with many of the cells still containing the rotting remains of the poor souls that had been locked up there.

And as they had gone even deeper, they finally reached the deepest parts of the city, a vast, truly massive chamber. The place was dark, as dark as the rest of the place had been, and even with their night vision, they couldn't see the total size of the place.

However, they had found what seemed to be the only other living thing down here, other than maggots and other bugs feasting on the dead.

The moment they had laid eyes on the massive pulsing ball of white feathered wings that filled up most of the vast chamber, they knew that while they hadn't found even the shadow of the amulet they were looking for, they had still found something worth of reporting back to the Foundation.

And indeed, the moment they made their report, the Foundation was quick to act, for they took this situation very, very seriously.

For SCP-469 had reached a very concerning size, being multiple times larger than the last records of it. And as such, the need to get it contained and stop its growth was taken very seriously indeed.