Deep down into a dark forest of pine trees in the state of Oregon, you were brought unconscious by some robed man with malformed flesh and falling skin, the light of your brother was vague and distant as you made a long way from the gates of Eden. Your angelic nature permitted you to travel at high speed through the physical world, however you couldn't be seen by humans in your true form, they could have gone insane, so you have taken a human form and just walked your way into the destination of your mission.

Strange voices from Heaven said that a group of humans formed under the name of Sarkicism were performing unholy rituals that must be stopped, yet you couldn't directly interfere with the affairs of humans, and with the SCP foundation on the watch they could also try to capture you for tests. So your mission was simple: Get on the location, see what's happening and report back. However this so called "Sarkites" knew how to do things and managed to capture you still in your human form, on how they did it was completely unknown to you, but lingering on that was of no use as they're bringing you over their secret antrum in the middle of the woods.

As the robed man with peeling skin walked bringing you tied on a stone bed, the lights of some torches started casting over the trunks of the pines, and when you tilted your head to see what it was the sight was so terrible that it almost made you puke.

There were many creatures of disgusting shapes that seemed came out from a fever dream full of flesh, many cultists with robes were chanting in an unknown language while others danced contorting their bodies in impossible ways. Then the robed man bringing you laid your form over an altar and tied you to it.

You don't know way, but you were powerless against what they were doing and that made you really frustrated, after some moments of complete silence, four disgusting fresh monsters with too many limbs, eyes and mouths, moved closer to the altar and spilled on you a strange colorless liquid that smelled like Primordial broth.

After they spilled on you that strange liquid, they stepped away and hid behind the trees with the cultists, then a strong wind came and from above the altar appeared floating a strange creature resemble a pale young woman with a mane made of fur, feathers and scales, while from her head appeared some horns and her hair were made of tentacles, her legs were thick with many eyes on them, she had a long serpent tail with eyes on it similar to those of snakes, her mouth was larger than a human one, reaching beneath her ears.

The being float down from the air above you, standing with her feet at the sides of your body before sitting on your stomach looking at you with curious eyes, and now you noticed above her head a sort of halo made of cogs that seemed weighting her down, like a seal to hold her power from erupting.

Her eyes scanned your body and her hand with lang fingernails reached your visage caressing it while also piercing your skin making your golden blood flew. From that sight she was mesmerized, but the awe didn't last long as she quickly leaned down to your neck biting it hard enough to break the skin, the pain was immense and your screams echoed in the night, her teeth are sharp and jagged.

She then spoke in the same language of the cultists and so you didn't understand her. After you left her with silence she talked again this time in old styled english.

"Who Art thou? Golden blood doesn't spill from creatures of mine."