Chapter 374 - My CO Stash #74 - The Karcist and the Lord by Xerzes (SCPFoundationMythosXMonsterGirlEncyclopedia) (1/2)

-I recently got to binging Exploring SCP videos and I stumbled into this fic! It's a real underrated xover~ If you don't know much about SCP's I suggest you the YT channel ”The Exploring Series”. And lastly Mekhanites rules!

Synopsis: The Monster Lord and her Mamono forces have nearly conquered the world, and even now are slowly but surely converting the last bastions of the Order of the Chief God to their side, as Lescatie has proven. However, strange rumors of a group of humans and monsters that are fighting back and winning have begun to reach both sides, starting with the loss of a Mamono village...

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional)

1200-1000 BCE, Gyaros Island

Karcist Tundas was running down the intestinal-hall of the Bleeding Heart, flanked by five of his remaining Halkost, the others gone ahead of him. Despite having run for 3 hours nonstop through the quivering and bleeding muscle and flesh of his now dying sister cultist, he and the others with him barely felt tired, their bodies and minds having transcended normal human frailty with trials and tribulations that would make a normal man drop dead. Indeed, he himself felt like he would die, but by his will, he proved himself worthy time and time again of the blessings he had been bestowed by Ion himself. Now, for once, he was put in a no-win situation. Not once did he stumble or trip, despite having no eyes, having shed the need for normal sight to replace with an understanding of how the life force of that which lived flowed around him.

And it all because I was blind with pride! Hubris which blinded me to what was happening around me! He thought, remembering what led to his current predicament of running to the Shrine of Consumption in the Feeding Chambers, having seen to the evacuation of as many of his followers as he could ensure, the rest now buying time with their lives fighting the heathens of Mekhane and their allies.

Several weeks ago, Tundas was giving the charge of seeing to the maintenance and defense of the Bleeding Heart. It was an underground temple and fortress made from a woman Sarkic priestess' body, as she was one of several remaining strongholds in the Aegean Sea that was created and held by the Sarkic Cult. The Cult was formed from a slave revolt that a now dead empire known as the Daeva failed to take down, and was conquered by them. What gave them the edge was the stealing and making their own the secret and divine art of flesh crafting, allowing the enslaved populace to make themselves stronger through the consumption of their would be masters and their weaker peers. It was granted and taught to them by their leader and founder of the Sarkic Cult, Ion the Grand Karcist, who defeated Yaldabaoth, who then wore its skin as his armor, and from its body learned how to commit Theophagy, the literal devouring of a god and its power, which would cause the Cult to grow in power each time he succeeded in bringing his rivals down.

Upon learning of Yaldabaoths' defeat, the Archons tried to restore the Old God by issuing the Six Ordeals, which not only were passed by Ion, but also taught him how to use his new found powers, much to the chagrin of the Archons, who then attacked him and once again failed. Ion would then issue to his followers to never make a sacrifice to them, nor to fear the Archons, for for all their terrible power, they were undeserving of the love of humanity forever and ever more.

Grand Karcist Ion would then go on to teach his servants what he had learned, as well as how to be free from the bondage of mortal limitations. Now armed with powers and weapons with which to arm themselves, they would rise up against those who opposed and considered naught but cattle, eventually founding the living city of Adytum, the capitol of their new empire, ruled alongside him by the four Klavigar, his most trusted servants, and some would say closest friends;

Nadox the Tongueless Speaker and All-Seeing Lord of Mysteries. He was a sage who spoke for peace and equality, and was unjustly punished for it by the Daeva who tortured him, cut out his tongue, sewed shut his mouth, then had him emasculated. Afterwards, they marked him with Symbol of Sufferers, meaning the poor and oppressed he spoke out for were required to torment, but never kill. As he wondered, now a pariah, he came to Ion, guided by a dream to show his savior his destiny. Ion and his followers had then showered him with mercy and loyalty, such that the broken and abused shadow of the sage that once was wept in joy.

Next was Lovataar, Most D_e_s_i_r_ed by Ion, and Brood Mother. She was a Daeva Priestess and daughter of their royalty, who was visited in her bed chamber at night by the Grand Karcist himself, who had come due to his mutual infatuation with her, as she had tried and tried again to capture and bind him as a consort. Waves of slave-hunters were sent, none of whom returned, prompting Ion to visit her at night of his own accord for twelve days. He spoke with her sofly with words meant only for her, and they both would then make the decision to leave her home, never to return.

The third Klavigar was the Brute Lord and Horned Beast known as Orok. Orok was yet another tortured soul like Nadok, enslaved to the whims of a Daeva Matriarch Asvighosa, but in all other aspects, the two were as different as the sky and earth. Where Nadok was talented in the mystical and weak of limb, Orok was blessed with unnatural strength, speed, and power, but came from being cursed from being experimented on by sorcerers and alchemists. Where Nadok where was shunned, Orok was respected only as a useful tool, used for nothing but his masters amus_e_m_e_nt as the greatest gladiator of his time, and as an enthralled guard. While conquering the city of Jel, which Orok and his master were residing in, he freed Orok, who struck his would-be master, and joined Ion in his cause.

Finally, came Saarn, Coiled Shadow and Faceless One. She was a young house servant, who quietly her Daevite lords abuse throughout her life. When she finally had enough, she slew the lord and their entire family, but was caught and thrown into prison. While awaiting execution, Ion came to her cell, for the winds had whispered her actions to him. He would then liberate her, and tutored her in the art of assassination and stealth.

As the Daeva lost time and again to the Sarkic Cult, they would then flee from the whole of the earth, scattering to many realms, with only a single city-state left of their original holdings. Over the next few centuries, the Sarkics drew many into their Deathless Empire, prompting a war with the Hitties, who then fell like the Daevites, prompting Ion to spread the Empire to all the world. Then came the Mekhanites.

The Mekhanites were Greek worshippers of a Machine God named Mekhane, and had saw the Sarkic Cult as an apocalypse in the making. Calling forth and becoming the driving force for a coalition with the Egyptians, Mycenaeans, Minoans, Canaanites, Assyrians, and other foes. While initially winning, the use of mechanical abominations and fire and light-based weaponry would prove to be more then fatal to the organic and flesh-based arms and powers of the servants of Ion. However, despite this, the damage was done, and thus both sides had become trapped in downward spiral, not willing to pull back lest the other push forward.

And now the Bleeding Heart was under siege, a remnant of its forces sent to evacute another stronghold driven back and tracked to the island of Gyaros, were Karcist Tundas and the recently rescued Karcist Bola, with his own Halkost and fold in need of rest and respite from the heathens that pursued them. He entered the Feeding Chamber, where a congregation of those chosen to flee and preserve as much of the Brood and knowledge in the temple had gathered. He turned to Karcist Bola.

”Are you ready?” he asked, staring with what would've been eye contact, his voice gravelly and wet. Karcist Bola then turned to address his peer.

”I am.” he answered in a deeper, more raw voice. Karcist Bola was a tall, with skin blackened with infectious diseases, and had claws which were bloody from his most recent bout of fighting. ”I'll have the slaves sacrificed and open the portal.

**POV SHIFT**

Anna was standing guard at the village gate, and was examining her nails. She huffed in annoyance.

I swear, Janica is trying to prevent me from getting a man she thought, the Amazon swordwoman having been ever relegated to the back lines, or put on guard duty, or any other job that ended with her not been able to find a husband whenever the tribe went out to raid a village or Ares blessed them with news of an Order Crusade being declared. Seriously, I was only flirting with her husband for the reaction it'd got from him. No need to be such a sour puss- her thought were interrupted when she felt something stirring, as the latent spiritual and Demonic energy around the village was suddenly disrupted by... something. Then, she saw it.

A patch of the ground was suddenly bleeding. Blood pouring out from the grass, forming a red spot approximately the size of a house. Anna quickly turned to her partner.

”Ava, sound the alarm. Something is off about this.”

”You mean other then the ground literally bleeding like a severed arm? Other then that, everything seems normal to me.” Ava replied in a deadpan manner, before pulling a horn, and pausing when she looked back at the patch.

When Anna turned back, she saw movement within the puddle of blood, before a hand came out. It was gnarled and covered in spikes, but was clearly a woman's hand and arm that was emerging. As the woman in question crawled out, other figures were emerging, many of which were strangely, for lack of a better term on Annas part mutated and clearly sick, wearing what appeared to be a kind of armor that was made from bone and sinews. When one of them turned, it paused, staring with four eyes, each pale white or bleeding black blood. Then it barked out something to its closest companions, who suddenly turned and charged at the Amazon warriors.

Chapter 2

The Karcist known as Bola was blind, the result of being inside the Portal, which had no light. The Portal was a experimental form of transportation, being formed from the blood and bowels of the Devourer to give one a corridor to travel through dimensions. It was set to take him from the Kiraak called the Bleeding Heart, to Adytum, where he was to report the fall of Aegean Sea. Since the journey was likely going to take awhile, he began going over his Brood's composition.

Of the 6,550 Faithful and Urartu (converted conscripts), he and Tundas were able to evacuate 3,448 of them, and only about 500 of them were dedicated soldiers, the rest being those not trained in combat. His Brood was able to also bring most of the Scrolls of Ion that were stored in the Kiraak, which contained passages of the Valkaron, the holy book of the Sarkic Cult, as well as most of the rituals that the Sarkics engaged in. There was also the livestock of pigs and cows, which were compliant contrary to how they should be reacting due to them all implanted temporary with Akuloth, white worms that were revered for their blessings, being born of Ion's flesh himself, granting those of the Faith improved health, longevity of life, But most importantly was the power to heal from wounds that would kill a normal man or woman six times over, as well as being central to transformations that the Sarkic Cultists performed on themselves. This was done by making more pliable the Delna, the essence of which make up all that is flesh, bone and blood. While in his stupor, he felt a shift in the Portal, a subtle tremor at first, but it quickly grew to from a gentle pulse of flesh pushing against him, being jerked roughly from side to side, the shaking ending as quickly as it began.

By the Pale Hunter, what has happened?! Bola thought, before another tremor shook him again, until he felt himself being covered in blood, causing him to realize something has gone wrong.

Someone has disrupted the Portal! The Mekhanites must somehow found out! The Karcist thought, dread filling his mind as he felt the Orin and Zend ahead of him being ejected from the Bowels of His Undulating Vastness. When he saw sunlight, he tried to use his power to reverse it, to slow down the rate at which his followers were being expelled to their doom, to do anything, but the Old God-Eaters' body did not care, and so he was forced to claw his way out and prepared mentally to fight.

When he got out, confusion rankled through his mind. Instead of a wall of metal men and a fiery inferno around him burning his brothers and sisters, there was naught but some kind of village, with a sun that was blinding to his eyes. As they focused, he saw what looked like two guards, women by the shape of their figures from what he could discern. When he could finally look upon more then shadows, his eyes takeing to recover, he looked on in shock.

They were unarmored, and carried two swords. When he looked through the opening in the wall behind him, his eyes saw a all female group approaching the scene, and what looked to be an altar. Upon the altar a man was tied up, apparently being taken until recently by one of the women, who he now perceived to have tattoos of some kind.

DAEVA! WHAT ARE THE DAEVA DO- Bola snapped out of his thoughts. Of cource, they're in league with Mekhanes' heathens! he then concluded, at which point he directed at a claw at the warriors and cried out in the Chaos Tongue.

”RIP AND TEAR!” Upon seeing the oddly l_e_w_d Daeva, the closest of Bolas' warriors immediately rushed to the attack, Bola himself grabbing the one with the horn and snapping her neck, her aide screaming out for help and running in fear, before being shot with an arrow to the back, the hemlock tipped in it enhanced to work quickly in silencing her. However, despite being quickly dispatched, several houses were immediately vacated, the tenants within rushing out, then pausing in shock as the followers of the Sarkic Cult of Grand Karcist Ion rushed into their village like poison from an arrow, their unnatural cries and roars causing fear and panic. As the warriors tried to fight back many would discover the Sarkics were not only able to move and fight on their level, but were clearly experienced at this. Karcist Bola himself, for example, was attacked by three of their warriors, with a couple of archers to support them.

As they approached him, one with a spear, two with swords of a unknown metal, he could not contain his amus_e_m_e_nt at how they eschewed armor and shields, wearing only a type of loincloth and wrappings around their b_r_e_a_s_ts. The sound of his chuckling caused them to hesitate, then he addressed them in Adytite, the words being spoken sending silvers of fear into them based on how they froze. (Ironically Bola didn't know these aren't Daeva, and thus don't know what he is saying.)

”Do you really look down upon us still? Even after we rose in arms against you, conquered your empire, driving you in your thousands and tens of thousands, reducing you to whimpering in fear in a single city-state, surrounded by the countless followers of the Grand Karcist himself? After burning down your temples, feasting on your flesh, and erasing your pitiful empire from the face of the earth, you still think yourselves able to defeat us? And without even the most basic means of magic, like your Golems of plant fibers a-”At this point one of the Daeva, trying to make this, ”thing” stop speaking, cried out and slashed at the Karcist with her sword.

**POV SHIFT**

The Monster Lords Castle, Royal Makai

The Monster Lord, Deborah was sitting at a table with the leader of the Sabbath, a Bathomet named Alise Heart-fell taken a seat on the other end, with two Witchs at either side of her. On the table was a map of the world, with the territory taken by the Mamono army bordered in purple, with white borders representing the Order held territories. The S_u_c_c_u_b_u_s had white hair that gleamed like silver, and eyes crimsons as rubies, traits inherited by the Lilim, the daughter generals of the Monster Lord.

”What do you know about the event and its possible connection to these... 'things' that have been reported?” She asked. What she was referring to was a sudden 'hole' being rent in the flow of magic in the world. While there was a report from Lescatie that Spiritual and Demonic energy was still in the land and thus Monsters could still reside there, a third energy of some kind was detected. What this energy different, was how, it seemed to disturb and repulse the others. Then, it dissipated, as whatever was creating and emitting it had vanished, She had recived news of Lescatie falling to her daughter Druella on that same day as well. After about two days after this happened, rumors have apparently reached the city of a nearby tribe of Amazons having been butchered, with evidence of many, including their husbands, of being eaten afterward. This came in the form of bones being cracked open, and having no marrow, bite-marks of flesh missing from their bodies, even a shed being found with several cadavers hung like in a butcher store, with entire limbs missing. While this was initially ignored and chalked up as a poorly aimed terror-based counter attack by the Order in its lasts gasps, it was the state of the survivors and their testimonies of what they were attacked by that resulted in the interest of the Lord herself.

”Not much, other then they're more aggressive the average Order Hero. I believe we are dealing with some new army of the Chief God. What I doubt, however, is the idea of humans that eat Mamono flesh. It's probably a scare tactic of some kind, to deter attacking them, most likely in some form of memory erasure and alteration. And based on what was described, this army of new Heros is using stealth and hit-and run tactics, something we will see in the coming days among Order-aligned terriories. While my servants who have been sent to look further into this have yet to return, they are my best and brightest disciples. A few humans won't be enough to get the best of them. We'll take care of them soon enough.” The Bathomet said, her tone of voice confident and self-assured, an attitude that has been reflected in the majority of the Monster Lords subjects. Then, a scream was heard throughout the castle, and everyone throughout it paled upon recognizing the owner of its voice.

Emmalis! The Monster Lord thought, rushing to her youngest daughters, who had gone to bed a few hours before hand.

”MOTHER! FATHER! SOMEONE! HELP ME!” Emmalis cried out, still in her bedroom, her voice being unconsciously projected by her latent magical power, causing it to reverberate in an otherwise impossible distance as those monsters and their husbands closest to her could only hold their hands to their ears, the sheer noise practically threatening to deafen them. When Deborah burst through the door, she turned to see Emmalis in bed, flailing and shrieking at whatever nightmare she was in. but that was not all, for the unknown energy that Deborah felt that day was now enveloping the room. The moment she crossed it, dread filled the Monster Lord, realizing the possibility that this was some new magic being used to attack her daughters mind at its most unguarded state. Acting quickly, she grabbed a hold of her panicking daughter, and entered her mind.

Chapter 3