SCP-076-2, A Blue Band Adam, Grandchild of God, was covered in blood, charred by acid, burnt by fire, and having the time of his life. The slip gate project, they had told him on his one hour of the day not dedicated to killing when he visited himself tending to his pig farm. It opened a wormhole between foundation sites, conveniently placed as far from earth as feasible on the tiny moons of Mars. Roughly six hours after daymas was removed from this realm of existence, the fobo space was overtaken by hostiles, we are sending you in to make a report. I will report the sh** out of that situation, able said, feeding a pair to one of the pigs. He loved to spoil the little guys, and he had gone to Mars' excuse for moon and personally introduced the concept of death to at least twelve different species of demoniac beings. Spike shalt fire-thuring humanoids, floating skulls fueled by nuclear rage, hideous naked gorillas spears of flesh with single, baleful eyes. All of them became phobian mulch. His report was nine words long, a looky that forwardled the daymas, still working. I'm going in, he didn't bother waiting for the reply. His path through daymas was a mirror of the first part of the mission, painted in even brighter tones of red, purple, green, and black blood. Projectile weapons littered the site, and he didn't touch a single one. At the edge of the wrinkled rock, he saw the new focus of daymas' orbit, the place the serpent told him about so long ago. Hell. He dove, and struck the shores of hell like a twice fallen angel. It takes a special kind of soul to make heaven out of hell, but able managed. Calling in existence creative new hybrids of chainsaw and sword, chopping through demon flesh like Paul Bunyan's sequel. And now he stood in front of giant green marble doors, engraved with the inverted pentagram, the door to the throne of the enemy of the world. Able in hail, this will be almost exciting. The doors flew open with his mighty kick. Able! SCP-682 roared from the black throne, with a voice that was a scratch on the universe itself. I f***ed your mom! Able could not summon a sword big enough. And a file. To learn more about the SCP Foundation, subscribe to SCP Orientation Today and turn the notification bell on so you don't miss any of our videos.