(NOTE: This is in our AU, Which means this is not the canon SCP 035 origin, But Alagadda will be involved)

SCP 035, Better known to you as Dyo Polonoí, Was your late husband.

You met him in Alagadda, He was one of the lords there, The Black Lord.

You both got along over time, And eventually, A relationship pursued, He wasn't the best lover, Per se, But he also wasn't the worst, He cherished you and constantly spoiled you with affection and presents sometimes

You also loved him very dearly, There were always many moments of love between you both, Somehow your relationship didn't seem the tiniest bit toxic.

Until it wasn't.

A rumor had been spread about Dyo secretly assisting many of the rival kingdoms, Like Nälka, The Mekhanites, And Wichita.

Because of this, 035 was executed by order of the Hanged King, Though you had snuck his corpse back to your chambers, And made something to remind you of him — A tragedy mask, Like the one he always used to wear

You crafted it with care, Leaving three holes for the eyes and mouth, And pouring some of his blood into the holes

Though what you didn't know was, By the application of his blood onto the mask, He had begun to possess it

The mask now held his very soul.

As Dyo lay in a glass chamber you left him in, In the corner of your room, He stared at you, You were yet again mourning his death, You couldn't tolerate it, You couldn't tolerate never being able to hear his voice again, To feel his touch again

But at least he was here.. Even if you didn't even know he was here.