Syndicate of the Hallowed

Project RED DEMON

     The foundation had found them, and he knew they had much more resources than them. So the commander rushed to it's room. If he was going to be destroyed, he hoped that he could at least send the revived body to The Engineer. There was no worry about the danger of trying to control such a being. The Prince hasn't always been able to use his power. The plan was to revert the body to back when the Prince wasn't mark as an SCP, just as he was when he was in Alpha Strike. The Chaos Insurgency was willing to work years to return the Prince to his former glory, just an added loyalty to The Engineer. So there was the commander, entering the room and beginning the Ritual.

     The man rapidly and haphazardly layed the neccessary materials out. He created a circle of powder, crushed up human bone. With such a rushed ritual, he had no idea what time he was going to hit. Acursed words began to exit his mouth, he felt his organs shift, as if his very body was protesting his actions. He knew what was coming, the ritual required a live sacrifice to be successful, and he was the only person enacting to ritual. It was fine, he was ready for this, he was merely a speck of dust compared to the importance of The Prince's return. His bones shifted, his skin began to soften, and his heart's beat became iregular. He heard the foundation beating on the door, it's frame creaking, and the door bending. The beating let up, maybe they had decided to try another door. Those hopes quickly slaughtered as he heard an explosion bursting through the door.

     Triana rushed through the door, the smoke slightly stinging her eyes. Her eyes swiftly sweeped the room finding the Commander of the site, or at least what whe thought was the Commander. Parts of his skin had seemingly melted off, exposing bloody muscles. His body looked as if his bones had given up, but when their eyes met Triana recongnized consiousness. His body racked with a noise resembling chuckling, "Y-you're a bit.. late." He began coughing as if his lungs were about to come out. The air became still, and before Triana could question what he meant she felt a deathly chill drip down her spine. Obscured by smoke, a lone figure began to stand. A bright glowing eye pierced through the shrowd. She stepped forward, and felt her foot meet a grainy surface. Triana looked down and saw her foot in breaking a circle of white powder, she quickly retracted her foot, which only hit into the previously left out supplies. Said supplies mixed and met with the powder on the floor.

     He was confused, the nothingness and nonexistence he knew and both didn't knew lifted. His consciouness being pulled from the seeming nothingness. The first sensations to greet him were the cold hard floor and the smell of smoke and blood. He felt numbness slowly leave his body, regaining control of his limbs. Slowly standing up, he looked around. Nothing around him was recognizable, he wasn't at The Foundation or The Serpents Hand. A footstep sounded, and following soon after a shockwave traveled outward from the step. He heard a pitiful and painful noise of protest, "W-what did you just do?".  Cory felt a sharp pain throughout his body, and in a flash he dissapeared.