SCP: A TRUE ANOMALY

After a moment of obtaining the red file with documents about SCP-914, A'malther opened a portal, and both went back to his void, and then the portal closed. A'malther searched for her now wife, A'habbat, and A'tellif told him about A'habbat's location being in a bedroom.

A'malther hesitated in going all the way to the bedrooms inside the palace of his void, and simply decided take a shortcut, teleporting to his bedroom. But once he teleports, he finds the situation very explicit and visual, what made him speechless and even let drop the file down.

His bedroom, now obviously being now of A'habbat too, was fully decorated with romantic things, while she also was wearing a very explicit and seductive suit, in a clear attempt to provoke A'malther.

A'malther remained shock and speechless, and so, A'habbat had to take him herself.

A'habbat would use a combination of seduction, adoration, and acknowledgment of A'malther's dominance and achievements to express her intentions. Her tone would be playful yet reverent, showing her devotion while enticing him to focus on her.

A'habbat: "My beloved A'malther... You work tirelessly, even after a ceremony fit for gods. Always striving, always pushing the limits of your power. It is admirable—so very you. But tonight..."

She steps closer to him, her voice dripping with sultry confidence as her hands gently trail over his arms.

A'habbat: "...tonight, I am your project. Your queen, your wife, your conquest—yours to dominate, to reward, and to enjoy. You have earned it, my love, haven't you? For all you have done, all you are building... don't you deserve to take what's already yours?"

She leans in closer, whispering softly but with unmistakable authority laced with submission.

A'habbat: "This palace is yours. This kingdom is yours. I am yours. But you, A'malther, are my god. And gods deserve their offerings, their worship, their... pleasure. Let me reward you properly for all your brilliance. Let me... serve you as only I can."

She smirks as she takes his hand, gently leading him toward the bed.

A'habbat: "Now, my god, shall we continue working... or will you let me show you just how much your queen adores you?"

A'malther: "Show me how much my queen does adore me."

With a quick move, A'habbat takes A'malther to the bed, both falling on it while A'habbat remains under A'malther, and starts showing how much she does adore him for hours. Meanwhile, A'tellif continued stealing files from the Foundation, one of each SCP, and letting them in A'malther's laboratory.

After few hours of adoration, A'malther grabbed from the ground the red file, and then showing it to A'habbat, and she started reading it.

A'habbat, tracing her fingers over the file's edges while gazing up at A'malther with a playful yet sharp glint in her eyes.

A'habbat: "My, my, my… Look at what my ever-diligent god has brought to me. Even after hours of being lavished in my adoration, you still carry the weight of this 'human brilliance' upon your shoulders. Such drive… such focus… it's no wonder you ascend beyond what mortals could comprehend."

She leans closer to him, her voice softening into a more intimate tone while still tinged with pride.

A'habbat: "A'malther, my love, this file—it holds the very heartbeat of their ingenuity, doesn't it? Their crowning jewel, their SCP-914, reduced to nothing more than another piece of the puzzle you've begun to master. With this, your laboratory may soon rival their entire foundation of knowledge. No, not rival… surpass."

She flips through the pages, tilting her head in admiration of his efforts, her tone becoming more sultry as she looks back into his eyes.

A'habbat: "But tell me, my god—have you taken even a moment to relish your dominance? The humans—those 'O5s'—can only observe as you strip them of their secrets, powerless to act against you. And yet here you are, returning to your queen, still wrapped in thoughts of progress, expansion, and creation."

A'habbat pauses to place a hand over his chest, her expression a blend of reverence and mischief.

A'habbat: "I will admit, it only makes me adore you more… but surely even gods must reward themselves for their brilliance."

A'malther: "Do you know how to decipher the information it does contain, A'habbat?"

A'habbat, while running her fingers over the red file, her expression shifting from playful adoration to focused curiosity

A'habbat: "Ah, my love… This language, its structure, its depth—it whispers of knowledge far beyond what mortal minds could have devised. A lost dialect of an ancient realm, perhaps even older than my father's dominion. Deciphering this will require more than intellect alone; it demands a touch of the divine."

She leans forward, her gaze sharp and calculating, though her tone remains warm.

A'habbat: "While I am the brightest of my sisters—and I assure you, I could unravel parts of this puzzle given enough time—there are truths so vast, so layered, that even gods must turn to greater sources. Fortunately for us, I know of such a place."

She places the file back in A'malther's hands, her tone becoming serious, though her admiration for him still shines through.

A'habbat: "Within the fabric of the multiverse lies the Divine Repository, a library beyond mortal comprehension. Its halls hold every piece of knowledge, from the origins of creation to the endless branching paths of fate. It is a sanctuary for eternal wisdom, a place where even gods tread carefully."

She stands gracefully, her presence commanding yet supportive, placing a hand on A'malther's shoulder.

A'habbat: "The library is guarded by a being older than time itself—a sentinel forged from the threads of knowledge and chaos. They are neither friend nor foe but a force of balance, ensuring only those deemed worthy may access its secrets. If you truly wish to understand the depths of what this file holds, we must journey there together."

She steps closer, her voice softening, though her intellect shines through her words.

A'habbat: "But let me warn you, my love: the library tests all who enter. It will judge us, question us, perhaps even challenge the very core of what we are. Yet I know you—your determination, your brilliance. You will emerge victorious, as you always do. And I… I will be at your side, as your wife, your queen, and your equal."

She smiles faintly, her confidence unshaken, before adding with a touch of mischief.

A'habbat: "Besides, I've always wanted to outwit that old guardian. It will be… amusing."

After low time, A'malther opened a portal directly to SCP-001's containment site, but after going through, everything was completely new for A'malther, and A'habbat was his guide, leading him through the eternal deep view of the cosmos, and the planets everywhere as stars.

A'malther: "And this library... The Divine Repository... Where is located? I can not locate myself in here. Everything looks so immense, and small..."

A'habbat walked beside A'malther with her usual regal poise, her gown flowing as though it were part of the fabric of the cosmos itself. Her voice was calm yet carried the weight of her intellect, refined and deliberate, her words shaped by centuries of divine wisdom.

A'habbat: "Indeed, my love, the vastness can feel overwhelming, for the mind of even a god is limited by the boundaries of what it has known. What you see now is but a fragment of existence—a tapestry woven from threads of time, space, and potential, scattered like grains of sand across the infinite."

She gestured toward a distant cluster of glowing orbs, their light pulsating like a heartbeat.

A'habbat: "The Divine Repository does not rest within a fixed place, for it is anchored not to one location but to the flow of knowledge itself. It exists between the moments, where time is neither forward nor back, and where understanding eclipses perception."

She paused, her gaze focused on a distant star-like structure that shimmered with shifting colors.

A'habbat: "It is there, my dear A'malther. The library reveals itself only to those who seek its depths with purpose. It cannot be forced, and it will not be seen by those unworthy. Its presence may appear immense, but to approach it as a god is to understand its true paradox: it is both vast and minute, ever-changing and unyielding. That is why you cannot locate yourself here—it is not you who navigates to it, but it which opens itself to your intent."

She turned to him, her tone softening as she reached out to touch his arm, grounding him amidst the disorienting expanse of stars and planets.

A'habbat: "Fear not, my beloved. I have walked these cosmic pathways long before you. I know their intricacies, their veils, and their riddles. Trust in me, for I shall lead you there. The library awaits us beyond the river of forgotten stars, where even the light of creation itself dares not trespass without reverence."

She stepped forward, her presence commanding as she gestured for A'malther to follow.

A'habbat: "You must not let its immensity trouble you. In these realms, the vast and the intimate are one and the same. Let go of your sense of scale—it is an illusion of the mortal realm. Instead, focus your will. Let it shape your path as I guide you."

She gave him a faint smile, one laced with affection and quiet confidence, her hand resting lightly over her heart as a gesture of assurance.

A'habbat: "The Divine Repository shall reveal itself when you are ready. For now, walk beside me, and I shall show you how to navigate the eternal."

After some travel, slowly, A'malther's vision started blurring, and everything started shape within his view, as everything around him started to shape with immense and endless shelves, and sees himself inside a library, as any human library as far as he knows. A'malther worries as sees himself lost and stops, struggling while looking around.

A'malther: "W-what... Where... Is this... The Divine Repository?... A'habbat? Where are you?"

A'malther doesn't get any answer, but as his will changed from seeking answers or the Divine Repository, to find A'habbat to be at her side, everything around him started very slowly shaking and trembling, shaping while vanishing, until suddenly, A'habbat takes him by shaking him. A'malther remains speechless and shocked, but then shakes his head and looks around, wondering what was going on.

A'malther: "W-what, where?... I... A'habbat?... Did I... Really reach there?... What... Happened?..."

A'habbat's hands remained firm on A'malther's shoulders, her touch grounding him as her golden gaze met his. Her voice was measured, but beneath her calm tone lay the faintest trace of concern for his struggle.

A'habbat: "You faltered, my beloved. Your resolve wavered, and with it, the path unraveled. The Divine Repository is no ordinary place, nor does it adhere to the constructs of mortal thought. It does not merely exist—it responds. Your will shapes the path to it, but in your moment of uncertainty, your focus shifted from its purpose to your fears."

She took a step closer, her touch softening as she studied him carefully, her expression one of both affection and quiet instruction.

A'habbat: "You reached its threshold, A'malther. The shelves you saw, the endless expanse of knowledge—they were fragments of the Repository shaping itself to your understanding. Yet, when you sought not the Repository but me, the realm became unstable, reflecting your disarray. It is not merely a place to be found but a mirror of the will that seeks it. Such is its nature."

She released his shoulders, her presence calming yet commanding as she gestured to the faint remnants of the trembling void around them.

A'habbat: "The Divine Repository does not forgive hesitation lightly, for hesitation breeds doubt, and doubt is a crack through which chaos seeps. You must steel yourself, my love. Anchor your will not in fear of loss, but in the purpose of why you seek its wisdom. Focus not on finding me, for I shall always be at your side."

A faint smile played on her lips as she reached to brush his cheek, her refined tone taking on a gentle warmth.

A'habbat: "You are greater than this moment of confusion, A'malther. You are the True God of Hyperdeath, my beloved, my husband. You must see yourself as such and command the path forward. The Repository will not deny you if you remain resolute."

A'habbat stepped back, her gaze unwavering as she folded her hands in front of her, regal and poised.

A'habbat:"We shall attempt again. This time, I will guide you as far as I can, but the rest must come from you. Do not let its vastness unnerve you. Do not seek me, for I am already here. Seek the answers, and the Divine Repository will grant them to you. Are you ready, A'malther?"

A'malther: "... I am. I will not doubt again, I will focus on find the answers, and make you do feel proud. I will make you see my laboratory and knowledge rise far beyond anything. I am determined to make you say it, and I will take it the hard way, and despite everything."

Suddenly, A'malther opened a portal, and looked at A'habbat.

A'malther: "But if I really want to do improvement, I must and have to do so alone by myself, and if I have you with me, I will do worry for you, and that, despite being able of have your assistance, will make me doubt for your well being and if you are remaining at my side. Wait me in my voidful domain. I will be back after I confront all challenges in my way."

A'habbat stood still for a moment, her golden gaze unwavering as she studied A'malther's resolve. Her hands, delicately folded before her, tightened slightly, betraying a flicker of emotion beneath her composed exterior. When she finally spoke, her voice carried the same regal refinement as always, but now tinged with a rare mix of admiration and reluctant acceptance.

A'habbat: "A bold declaration, my beloved, and one that speaks of the strength and determination that makes you worthy of the title you bear. To face the Repository's challenges alone, unassisted and uncompromised by concerns for my well-being… it is a path befitting a god of your stature."

She stepped forward, her presence commanding yet tender as she raised a hand to gently touch his cheek, her voice softening.

A'habbat: "But do not mistake my absence as abandonment, A'malther. Know that my faith in you is unwavering. I shall remain in the voidful domain, awaiting your triumphant return. And when you do return, I expect to see the fire of knowledge and victory burning brighter within you than ever before. Only then will you truly claim what lies ahead as your own."

A faint smile graced her lips, though her eyes reflected an unspoken longing as her hand lingered against his cheek.

A'habbat: "Do not let your resolve falter, A'malther. Show the Repository, and the multiverse itself, the depths of your determination and ingenuity. Prove not only to yourself but to the cosmos that you are a god who stands above all challenges, unshaken, unrivaled."

She stepped back, letting her hand fall gracefully, her golden gown flowing as she turned toward the shimmering remnants of the portal he had opened.

A'habbat: "I shall await you in your void, as you commanded, and I shall use this time to ensure that your domain remains worthy of your ascension. But remember, A'malther… even gods are allowed to long for those they cherish. You will be in my thoughts, always."

A'habbat offered him a final look, her gaze a mixture of pride and tenderness, before nodding.

A'habbat: "Go now, my husband. Conquer the unknown. And when you return, I shall celebrate your triumph as your goddess and your wife."

A'habbat went through the portal, and then, it closed behind her, leaving A'malther alone in the way to go.

A'malther: "... I will do it... No matter what... For you..."

A'malther's determination was in high level, and aware of not having to worry about anyone, he was only focused to seek his own improvement, wisdom, and answers to be better.

Slowly, A'malther continued his way, determined and with his mind full of thoughts focused to reach answers and improvement, not only for himself, but also for make A'habbat proud, his soul beating with strength and resonating within him, and something deeper and out of his awareness reached it, hearing his soul.

After a moment, everything started to shake agitatedly, but he didn't care, he was careless about himself, and only wanted the best for others, leaving his self well being as irrelevant, and in seek of self improvement for prove himself, but make A'habbat be proud. And if he really wanted so, he had to do anything, and he was going to do anything that was required.

Filled with determination, he continued, persisting through the agitatedly reality around him, until finding himself in a different section of the Divine Repository, in front of a more bigger entity than him, the guardian of the Divine Repository itself.

It's aspect divine and intimidating, but yet, despite his deep white bright lighting everything, A'malther remained standing, staring with determination, decided to stand against any challenge he had to confront. He was able to do so, he was determined to do so, ass his main line of knowledge in determination, 'If you can, you have to', even if there was no reward, or even if you had more loss than benefit.

Guardian: "Mortal… no longer bound to mortality, yet not truly ascended beyond it. You dare to trespass upon the sanctum of eternal wisdom, where only the most enlightened may tread. Your resolve is palpable, but resolve alone cannot withstand the currents of infinite knowledge. Speak: what compels you to seek the Divine Repository? And what price are you prepared to pay for the answers you desire?"

A'malther, filled with unyielding determination, steps forward, meeting the Guardian's blinding gaze without faltering.