In that instant, there was a person who was truly angry, and that was Adam. Why? Because Sera had ordered him not to go directly to Earth with his exterminator angels, as he had to wait for a unit of cherubim. You might ask what cherubim would do in a fight, given that they are extremely weak among angels. Well, it's because of one of their abilities: amnesia. In the course of their duties, they have to prevent an individual from ending their life. If the cherub successfully convinces the person to continue living, they must use an amnesia arrow to make the person forget their existence, so that the person believes their choice to keep living came not from outside help, but from their own initiative. Adam's frustration was palpable, even without seeing his face, as he looked at the hologram.
The neighborhood was plunged into panic. Sirens wailed in the distance, people were running, some barefoot on the asphalt still warm from the day. In front of a small square, three bodies lay on the ground, sliced as if an industrial machine had mowed them down. Other injured people cried for help, their blood mixing with their screams. In the center of the square, standing still, was a motionless figure: a man with a body marked with strange symbols. In his hand, a blade as tall as his arm. His face remained impassive, too calm, as if this were all just a warm-up. This was, of course, SCP-076-2.
Two patrol cars arrived with a screech of tires. The officers got out in a hurry, weapons drawn.
"Police! Drop your weapon immediately and get on the ground!" one shouted, his voice half-trembling despite his training.
076-2 turned his head slightly toward them, his gray eyes fixing on them with an unnerving slowness. No words, just that stare, as if he were evaluating how long it would take him to reach the firing line. The police officers took cover behind their car doors, fingers clenched on the trigger. The younger one swallowed hard.
"Captain, he... he's not moving."
"Fire a warning shot!"
The detonation cracked in the air. The echo had no effect. Not a flinch, not a step back. Then SCP-076-2 advanced, calmly, his blade dragging on the ground, scraping the concrete with a metallic sound that chilled their blood.
"Fire!"
The pistols rattled, sending a rain of bullets. The impacts kicked up chips of dust and stone around him, but the man continued to advance as if the bullets were only tickling his skin. One or two made him waver by a centimeter, no more.
"What the hell is this guy!"
Small note: Well, since I'm not really a pro at SCP, I had to read the official information on 076 from the Foundation's site, and how should I put it... 076-2's abilities are really lame. First, his strength: it takes him 4 minutes to get through a reinforced steel security door. In the world of Hazbin Hotel, with all the entities that live there, dude, that's tough. He also survived numerous .50 BMG bullets to the head and continued to kill despite severe cerebellum damage. That literally means he's capable of dying from a hail of bullets-maybe not right away, but after a few minutes-and I'm not the one saying it, it's his numerous deaths in the wiki. He gets killed under the fire of multiple machine guns. And if you think his speed saves him, well, he can cover 63 meters in 3 seconds. At first, I thought that was an impressive speed for an average human, and I wondered what his average speed per second was. V=d/t gave me 21m/s... Now I thought again, what's the speed of a bullet? That also depends on the weapon. Since I wanted them to face off against law enforcement, the weapon they use might be a Glock, so 9x19 mm caliber (9 mm Parabellum) -> ~300 - 400 m/s (often around 350-380 m/s depending on the cartridge). ( ﾟーﾟ) When I saw that, I wondered if he could even reach the police officers... So I decided to take his other version from Fandom Abel (SCP-076) | Wiki Méchants Fr. There, at least, he's boosted.
[Foundation Hologram above the city]: Message: "Mobile intervention approaching. Estimated time: 37 minutes."
Bullets shattered the surrounding windows. He decided to get serious, dodging bullets with inhuman speed, his movements imperceptible. He suddenly appeared behind a police officer, broke his neck with a swift gesture, then snatched the weapon from another and threw it like a javelin. The rifle went straight through a man, pinning him against a car. An armored van tried to ram him. Abel raised his blade, striking the bodywork at the moment of impact. The armored vehicle was gutted, tipping over onto its side like a tin can. The time was just passing, and a unilateral massacre was taking place.
Only a handful of terrified police officers remained, entrenched behind a car. They were shooting blindly, their hands trembling. A silence fell. Abel had disappeared. Suddenly, he emerged from the roof of a building, falling like a comet, blade first. The impact explosion pulverized the car, throwing the survivors in every direction. The only police officer still alive crawled, bloody, his weapon fallen beside him. Abel raised his sword...
Charlie "hand over mouth, horrified": He shows no mercy, I mean, sure he's an SCP but he looks human.
Vaggie: Charlie, with his abilities, this guy can no longer be called human. And his name...
Alastor: HAHAHA! Admirable! A true storm of flesh and iron! But I wonder where this desire to kill comes from.
Charlie: That's not funny.
Alastor: My dear, don't react like that, everyone has their own sense of humor.
Angel Dust: Dude... he's dicing cops up like steak tartare... your sense of humor can go to hell. It's true I'm pretty violent but... he's too much.
Husk: These SCPs are definitely going to kill us, but the question I'm asking is where are the angels? Being so good, shouldn't you be going to save the humans?
Adam: Exactly, I'm asking myself the same question, big cat. Sera, damn it, where are the cherubim units, dammit?
Sera: Adam, you must understand that we have to gather a significant number of cherubim given the number of people who have seen this SCP and its abilities, and who will see you arrive. We must ensure that not a single trace of this incident remains by erasing it from social media, news channels, and the collective memory.
Niffty: Too much blood! Too much blood! It's a mess, clean, clean, clean!
Beelzebub: ...What's her problem?
Husk: Leave her alone, she's been crazy since birth.
SIR Pentious: Such a scoundrel deserves to die under my cannon blowssss.
Cherri Bomb: Okay... I love chaos. Given the way things are going, these SCPs are going to cause a massive mess.
Stolas: Fascinating...
Moxxie: B-Blitz, he... he's invincible... we... we could never take him down, not even with all of I.M.P.'s arsenal!
Stolas: What do you mean 'take him down'?
Moxxie: Well...
Blitzo: SHUT YOUR MOUTH, Moxxie... Stolas, my friend, you know Moxxie, always making up stories, right? HAHAHA.
Stolas:...Well, since he seems to be telling a good story, I'll come hear it right away, and I'll take the thing that belongs to me so you don't do anything reckless.
Paimon: The thing that belongs to you? May I know what it is?
Stolas: Nothing, father, no need to worry about it.
Millie: It seems the plan is a failure.
Blitzo:...Moxxie, this is all your fault.
Fizzarolli: Your employees are giving you a hard time, my little Blitzo.
Asmodeus: Even I find this SCP's actions... excessive. And that's saying a lot coming from me...
Loona:...It's official. It's only a matter of time before the Foundation announces that an overpowered SCP is going to kill us all...
Satan:..."Sigh."
Mammon: HAHAHA! He's reducing those cops to smithereens, and I didn't even have to pay for the show!
Belzebut: I prefer peanuts.
Lucifer: He's only Abel in name. Other than that, he's no different from a demon.
Adam couldn't take it anymore. He decided to act without waiting, all by himself. He ordered his exterminator angels to stay back despite their disapproval. They finally let Adam handle it. Adam descended, his wings covering the city with an overwhelming brightness. In a sudden movement, he grabbed SCP-076-2 and, with a supernatural force, hurled him away from the city. The two figures streaked through the clouds, leaving an incandescent trail. They crashed into a desert valley, where the mountains crumbled under the shock. The ground still vibrated as the two warriors faced each other.
"Your name is Abel... is that right, you bastard?" he said in a deep voice, heavy as stone.
The warrior got up, his black blade in his hand. He stared at Adam, not understanding.
"Who... are you? How do you know my name? Did those dogs from the Foundation tell you?"
"Maybe. But tell me, who is your father?"
"Why are you asking me such a question?" Abel was disoriented, not understanding what this pigeon's motivations would be for wanting to know his father's name.
"Yes, just that question. I'd also like to know who your mother is, because... it would be a shame to kill you and not return your corpse to your family."
Abel gave a carnivorous smile full of anger.
"My father's name is Adam and my mother is Eve, and know You are a dead man."
Adam's smile vanished when he heard what he wanted to hear. So he decided to just settle the score with... this Abel, and he hoped the Foundation could give him more answers. The fight erupted. Abel lunged first, generating two blades striking with inhuman speed. Adam parried with his axe, and each contact triggered a shockwave that cracked the surrounding cliffs. Dust rose in columns, like volcanoes of sand. A beat of Adam's wings sent Abel flying through a rocky massif, pulverizing the mountain into shards. Abel reappeared immediately, leaping among the debris, his blades tracing black arcs that gashed the air. Adam concentrated his energy and unleashed a rain of luminous projectiles. Each impact carved craters into the ground, turning the valley into a field of meteors. Abel dodged with an implacable fluidity, gliding between the explosions, then leapt above Adam to crush him with a vertical blow. The impact caused several kilometers of terrain to collapse, opening a gaping chasm.
Suddenly, Abel planted the "Spine" in the ground. Reality twisted: space collapsed like a broken mirror, sucking the entire valley into a distortion. Rocks, rivers, even time seemed to freeze. Adam opened a luminous portal and emerged, projecting himself out of the spatial collapse. From his outstretched arm, he unleashed a deluge of light rays. The explosion transformed the valley into a sea of flames, the mountains dissolving like wax under a torch.
The fight moved into the heavens. Adam created a portal and reappeared behind Abel, his axe describing an arc that pulverized the clouds in a single blow. Abel dodged by distorting the space around him, teleporting through the shadows. The two beings crossed paths at such a speed that the air exploded in sonic booms, making the atmosphere tremble. The next collision opened a rift in the sky. A luminous fracture extended to the horizon. Adam played a note on his guitar axe, the sound transformed into a vibration of light. The musical wave swept over Abel, temporarily dispersing his summoned weapons.
The fight continued to intensify. The two beings, despite their injuries, did not slow down. Adam, his light flickering, summoned a spectral choir of minor angels who threw themselves at Abel. He massacred the projections in an instant, slicing flesh and light as if they were paper. Adam, taking advantage of the diversion, struck with his axe charged with angelic energy. Abel took the hit, his body in a pitiful state. The fight became more and more violent until the final act.
The valley was devastated. The mountains had collapsed, the rivers had disappeared, and the entire earth was nothing but a burning crater. Abel, mutilated but still standing, summoned the "First" Blade one last time, his most perfect weapon. His muscles taut, his runes on fire, he charged at a speed that surpassed human perception. Adam, bloodied, deployed his wings for the last time. His axe was covered in an absolute light, the entire sky igniting in response. The clash was titanic. The axe and the blade met, and the universe seemed to fall silent. A white flash shot through the valley, leveling everything for miles, leaving behind a vitrified desert.
When the light faded, Abel was on his knees. His body, unable to regenerate because of his multiple injuries and the persistent angelic light on him, finally breathed his last with a smile on his lips, visibly satisfied with this fight.