Chapter 5: The Proposal

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"1780, The Book of 'The Jevil Proposal', written by Alfred William, was supposedly stopped from production by the French government because of the mysterious causes of death by allegedly reading it. 

The Scp Foundation contained the book and took further research to regard speculation as a further precaution. 

Contained in a 2x2x2 cubic titanium, it resides in the 0–5 council ground section A–1-4 office room. 

The case was eventually activated from the longing precedent ignorance by a foundation member, Dr. Igan, who eventually and supposedly noted the incidents and reform the auspicious properties of its dimensions, from its connecting tensioned evidence dating to its origins, from utilizing the type of green reality bender, to perceive the dangers and information of this anomaly. Dr. Igan and his notable co-worker pinpointed the fundamental classes. Scp-001: The Jevil as the scenario results has certain and strange capabilities, reportedly of a cognizant ability from perceiving the narrative story and self-asserting the readers of the deadly elemental description varying setting of a place called the 'Red Kingdom', leaving the readers insane. While some victims form a unionist cult 'Truth of Epitaph Zone' forming a religion of red prior dating in the 1800, the information of this cult has been undercover for the potential of addressing further disasters and is now undercover with the security task of the Pata-Physical Department."

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Hands dive into both of my overcoat jacket pockets, scanning for some cigars, to pipe the disastrous anxiety.

Wolfing down with staggering frustration, with no found of the cigar and a lighter."

I hissed with anger as I walked, stumbling, carrying my exaggerated body from the weight of the red sand.

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The obituary of the sinking cities felt oddly cold and thick with its seasoning atmosphere.

In the quiet castling city, the roads move into curves and hills leading to a spherical devoid of all the surrounding structure, centered on all mass in red.

I stoked my thoughts when viewing the devoiding sphere in the center of all.

But without any delay, I hastily explored the waves of the hill to seek the mysterious sphere.

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On my way to the sphere, my findings were peculiar as I casted into the deep intersections of halls and the city culture; books were found on the ghostly roads.

A few books lying on the pavements don't necessarily concern me but rather riddled with questions.

The Scraping City began to transform and deconstruct, walking into the mazes of cities.

The number of books was scattered on the area of the roads, the distance being closed, and its winding road led to numerous books on city furniture and black and red craving.

I speculated about the books; the hard red cover, under good condition despite the kingdom's terrible conditions, never seems to be affected by rotting.

I inspected the book, and at the front cover was an imprinted symbolic figure. The unfamiliar chills rose to my spine as I gazed at the scattered books paraded on the streets once more.

Corpse of the Dead were rooting, nearly decomposed, and thawed.

Blood leaked from their hollowed eyes.

Death was sought into their routine lives and died mysteriously.

I held onto the book to field the study for answers, passing through the graveyard of corpses as time stood still.

The numerous bodies quantified as I strived further to the Sphere Corona in a sudden anticipation.

I heard church bells strung and echo in the loud silence.

In the distance, the cities of the red kingdom collapsed from the seizuring ring. Laughing was cramming into the city. I pulled out my magnum from my holster, ready to beckon awareness from danger, holding the field of the red book into my jet black coat, sprinting towards the sphere. The flickering wind tempered my stamina.

At the sphere, in the center of all red, I saw the black embodiment of voidness surrounding with tremendous power, pondering the heart.

In the transparency of power, I saw a gowned jester with stars spawning onto the royal cloth he wore. The Red King's majestic robes The truth of all medieval contagious

I saw heroes and stories.

"I saw war."

"illuminated in a caressing red."

Murphy Lawden (It Always Rains)