Apocalypse Awakening (PartC: The End)

[AN]

[First things first: There was a question concerning the paradoxical nature of how the MC gained a new ability after eating the living flesh of Tiamat while under the influence of 'Preservation', even if he did release it for a while (check chap 1).

No, it's not a plot hole, but something I didn't intend on explaining due to this story's...you know...one-shot nature? I've already posted 4 chapters now, lol.

Anyways, a few hints for those lore hunters out there:

1. This Mythos is told from a first-person perspective (our psycho MC). I am NOT the MC. It could very well be the case that the MC had wrongly perceived 'Preservation' to be the way it is portrayed in this story. NOT its true nature.

2. Tiamat's flesh and the MC's power are both corrosive and the antithesis of the other. Two sides of the same coin yet utterly repulsive of each other. A prehistoric order of the universe turned into an ability.

3. The world (Nasuverse) runs on a set of rules, be it arcane or scientific. The world does NOT like contradictions. Especially, a living object that is paradoxical in nature. Thus, it would either try to erase it or mold the world itself to adapt to the anomaly.

4. Chapter 1; SCP-000

5. Crossover multiverses have plot armor on a universal/metaphysical level. Duh.

On to the last chap for the 14'000 BC Atlantis age! (NO, this is not a FGO Lostbelt. The invasion of the white titan happened in the canon timeline and destroyed the mecha Olympians.) ]

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For the denizens of Atlantis, this day, taught them the true meaning of absolute terror.

They prized themselves as people chosen by the alien dues ex machines, people who live in a far, far more advanced civilization than the rest of the prehistoric world.

The world that had gone beyond repair. A world of chaotic insanity.

The great Atlantis, blessed by those metal gods from the neverending sky, a civilization protected by overlords who had granted them esoteric wisdom and fruits of immortality, was now in ruins.

A single man crumbled onto the cracked pavement which had now become a scrap floating on the raging seas.

"Oh...gods forbid...the white titan had come for us all..."

Indeed, the doom has cometh.

A White Titan, higher than the great Mount Olympus.

Waddled it did through the seven seas and shook the six continents with its footsteps.

Nothing could stop it, nothing could harm it.

All became its prey, destroyed and devoured.

It tore the gods apart and reduced them to shreds.

The once nigh-indestructible flesh of the metallic lords was no more.

He sobbed as he wriggled on the slab of rock, choking in his tears and laughing hysterically.

The end has come.

Those were the thoughts of the mere thousands that had survived the fall of Atlantis.

Oh, how naive they were!

Suddenly, abruptly, the moans and screams of the people ceased. Even the great clashes caused by the titans had stopped.

A black shadow loomed over the horizons.

A golden split sun arose.

The sun blinked. It was an eye.

All men, women, and children forgot to blink. All ceased to move. Mesmerized.

"Ah...God...!", someone whispered.

No one was there to call upon the blatant act of heresy. None of them could.

For it was too majestic, too tyrannical, too overwhelming to comprehend.

Five mountains arose from the wailing seas as it churned and gushed, seathed and foamed.

A great whirlpool was created from the vortex left by the heaven-defying movements of the beast, its arm raised in the pinnacle of the skies.

A heart-numbing roar of fury was heard, and Atlantis was no more.

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As always, the Harvester Star deployed Velber 02 to eliminate all sapient life forms and destroy the very continents of Gaia so that none would survive.

By all means, she couldn't lose, even if she had the will not to. Velber 02 - Sefar was too omnipotent.

No force of man nor beast could even faze her in the slightest, not even with the backup of Gaia and Alaya empowering them to the brim. There was none that could face her as a threat.

Thus, she plowed the mantle as she broke the ocean, every swipe from her arms a promise of absolute decimation.

Millions upon billions of life was consumed by her march across the lands, her starving desire for destruction pushing her onwards.

One day, she saw twelve silvery statues in the far distance, a convey from the deep space. It only piqued her hungry curiosity.

Tearing apart the old gods and new alike, she crushed everything in her way, obliterating ancient civilizations until there was nothing left but dust and sand. Invade Gaia's domain she did, raping her authority and relishing in her upcoming demise.

Then, she stopped. There was no reason. There shouldn't have been one.

Alas, there it was.

Something.

Something was there.

Something had awoken.

Something so big, so powerful, it was akin to the core of a small star.

It should have mattered not. No matter how powerful it was, Sefar would have always come on top.

No matter how many times her frame was destroyed, she would have always managed to sink her teeth into its flesh.

After that, all that would have been left was to feast.

Despite this fact, the White Titan of Tassili n' Ajjer felt something...foreign.

For the very first time since her creation, Velber 02 felt 'emotion'; a feeling she should have never ever could have.

Velber02 - code name 'Sefar' was designed to be emotionless except for her systematic desire for destruction. She was nothing but a vessel specialized for that sole purpose, one of the many pieces made from the mother ship.

She was born to be the weapon of mass extinction.

Yet, she, for the first time in her almost eternal existence, felt terrified.

For the first time in her eons upon eons of existence in the endless voids of the dark universe, she received something else other than the orders from her mother ship Velber.

Something, grossly human.

An uncontrollable impulse, an extreme urge. The most primal of all emotions.

Fear.

Fear towards annihilation.

Fear towards extermination.

Fear towards the unknown...the abyss of death.

When the mountains of claws descended from the skies with an unimaginable force beyond her highest estimations, her nigh-indestructible body was cracked and broken as her mouth opened in an instinctual expression of shock.

When the white-hot beam of sheer decimation washed over her, she gasped as she covered her burning body with her enlarged hands and screamed as she was charred by the light of doom.

Like a child in a tantrum, she thrashed around desperately, wailing in a voice she never knew she had.

For the first time since her creation, Velber 02 felt 'emotion'; a feeling of being prey.

Raising her half-melted head, she found that she could move no more. Her limbs were torn, her core, pulverized. In the distance, she saw that her twelve prey were no better off.

She could still bite. Yes, there was still hope. She could consume them, survive, and then come back for-

"Well, well, well...if it isn't our...anomalous visitors from the cosmos...drifted unto our humble, little world..."

A heavy, dissonant voice, one of a demon more than that of a man, echoed deeply in the decimated wastelands. It seemed to resonate from the depths of the earth, and it rang from behind her back as if it was an ill omen that promised certain ruin.

In that instant, all was forgotten. Fear gripped her. Despair grew. She struggled forward like a pitiful worm and redoubled her futile efforts to reach her prey.

Just a little more...!

"Samsara. Immobilize our...sample subjects."

"Yes, sir."

Blasts of light impacted the melted insides of her head, penetrating her main CPU. A strange construct had rooted itself onto her, and it expanded and took roots like a tree.

An energy field...no...a reality-altering anchor of sorts had modified the boundaries of the world, ridding it of all arcane properties and jamming all technological signals.

She could not move, she could not twitch.

Metallic footsteps. Clanking, whirring, similar to those of her prey.

Closer...and closer. The footsteps stopped, right in front of her.

She looked.

Processing...ERROR: Static.

A figure stood before her.

Static.

No, it was not a figure.

Static.

It was not even human.

Static.

It was not organic.

It was not inorganic.

Static.

It was not alive.

It was not dead.

Static.

It was not anywhere.

It was not nowhere.

Static.

It was everything yet nothing.

Static.

It was not not not not notnotnotnotnotntontontonottntotontontontotottotontontontontontonoNONTONTONTOTNOTOTNONTNONTNTONOTNTNTOTNTONTOTNOTNTNTOOTNOTNTONTOTOTNONOTNNOTNTONTOTNOTNTONTOTNOTNTNOTNTONTONTOTNTONTOTNTNOTOTNOTNOT- ERROR- FAILURE TO CATEGORIZE- PROCEDURE LOCKDOWN COMMENCE - ABANDON ALL DATA - ACTIVATE -

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She failed to die.

"Fret not...my dear object. We shall take...very good care of you."

Sefar screamed.

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Comprehensive Report Draft (1-A); [SCP-X-001: The White Titan] & [SCP-Y-001: The Olympians]

Alien objects of different origins. Invasive inorganic species. Evaluated class Keter.

Due to massive damage caused to the objects during securement, they are currently kept under exclusive care.

Signs indicate both objects were a result of artificial reproduction due to a highly advanced alien civilization.

Possible upgrade material for SCP-5000. Potential for Paratech-related cybernetics.

More tests are recommended.

Future plans: Dismantlement and disassembly of the main body. Main CPU; Brain Hive is excluded. Further procedure is classified.