The Karcist and the Lord
a S.C.P. Foundation Mythos x M.G.E. crossover
Chapter 32: By the will of Mekhane
As Magos Robirus gave the order, the Forge of Mekhane let out a bellowing roar, which echoed loudly throughout the land. The Hoplites got into a set of phalanxes around the Colossus, pointing their shock spears outwards fin expectation of being surrounded, which combined into a ring around the constructs legs. While a second formation got out their fire-javelins and alchemical weaponry to provide ranged support. The turrets on the back of the Colossus of Mekhane also activated, searching for aerial targets as the flying horde of Sarkics flew after the creature trying to get away from them.
"Turret javelins loaded and armed. Acquiring firing solutions to exterminate the Flesh without harming third party... acquiring... acquiring... firing solutions acquired, with a 32% chance to not hit third party lifeform and rising based on distance and speed of target Flesh and said lifeform. Awaiting orders, Magos." Tech-acolyte Alexander, the pilot of the Forge of Mekhane said, turning to the general and spiritual leader. Magos Robirus then turned to Alexander.
"Give me the percentages as they rise." Robirus then turned around,as Alexander began counting. Several of the crew in charge of helping him looked at the Magos, wondering if he really was going to risk it.
"As you command. 39%. 44%. 58%. 67%. 75%. 88%."
"Fire a half-second burst into the thickest part of the swarm on the unknown lifeforms left and right, then stop." At the order to fire, the two turrets that were facing the front area of the Forge of Mekhane where the Sarkics were flying let loose their hail of engraved leaden projectiles, letting a rapid report of death into the air. Within moments, a number of the abominations in the sky were torn apart, limbs and mangled bodies fell from the sky in a rain of corpses. Due to the magic enchantments infused within each bolt, the Sarkics were also disintregrating, leaving nothing but dust to ensure their bodies couldn't be reclaimed and recycled. He also saw the unknown lifeform was unharmed, having blocked the shots witha violet and crimson magic barrier which she made, only to look around as the Mekhanites bolts of wrath flew past and around it, striking her pursuers. Robirus then turned around to the crew, as the unharmed Sarkic abomination fled, knowing it would be futile to continue the chase. "Ready the Mouth of the Colossus. I'll now speak with our guest."
"As you command." After pressing some buttons, the Alexander nodded upon confirmation with Tech-acolyte Sarion that the speaker was on. "The Colossus will speak your words, Magos." Robirus then turned to the creature, which was now frozen and indecisive on where to go to get away, and spoke.
"Stay where you are. Identify yourself, and why you have come to this world. We know that the Flesh has created a portal to another world, and that it is located in the City of a Thousand Sins its worshipers called Adytum." he commanded. After some time passed, the many-winged humanoid stopped shuddering, and spoke.
"I am Amuil, Void Seraphim of the Chief God of Eros. The Cult of Nalka, which you called by the name of The Flesh has launched an invasion of my world, so they may conquer it, and then yours. I was sent here to find any who could save my people, for it is winning..." Magos Robirus took in the creatures words. He then motioned to the Tech-acolyte in charge of communication to call upon the Mekhanes messenger WAN to reach and spread word to the other Mekhanite enclaves of what has just been said. Then, he turned back to Amuil. She of course, only knew the giant chimera statue and Automaton thing in front was silent, before hearing it once more as Robirus responded.
"Enter." was all he replied with, as the Forge of Mekhanes' chest opened and revealed its entry port.
**POV SHIFT**
Several hours later, inside the 18th Colossus
As Amuil stared and examined the room she was put in, it reminded her of Sparthens, but if taken to the tech-level that was approximate to what created the machines that were corrupted into the modern day Automatons, because of course it turned out not even robots are immune to Demonic Energy, thank you Mrs. Mamono Lord. She had met a total of one person who was... well, in a way creepy, but not when compared to the stuff the Void Seraphim have encountered in the borders between worlds. He was a combination of mechanical and body parts, which somehow were functioning together as one being. She sensed that the man was being altered subtlety in front of her, and he had shown zero emotion to the angelic being in front of him.
The room she was put in was sparse on decoration, with the exception of a symbol of what looked to be a metal human effigy with a hammer, striking down some abomination that resembled the creatures that could be seen in the void. There was also a book of some kind, and when she opened it, realized it was a holy one she held in her hand. Using a spell to translate it after turning to a random chapter, she read it among the dull thumping and slight rocking caused by the machine she was inside while it was walking.
And lo and behold, with his own pure body, and a soul like that of lighting and the fires of the stars, Mekhane entrapped the Abominable Flesh, his body being of metal and thus uncorrectable to the temptations of that foul being known as Yaldabaoth. However, he knew that one day, the Beast will one day break free, and thus in his final moments of sealing the Flesh within himself, he turned to his servant WAN, and thus spoke.
"Behold this thing which will break free, for not even one such as I may hold it forever. I entrust to you my burdens, yea my duty, that you are to prepare Humanity for that day when the Abomination of all Flesh breaks free. Go forth, my messenger to Mankind, and tell them to prepare for that war which is to come, so that they may slay the Abomination, and then they may one day go out, and also defeat the Great Enemy of All That Is and Will Be..." With their final orders given, WAN then rode on the storm currents of the earth, yea, the lighting currents which hold back the flames of the sun and its siblings known as the stars, spreading the message of Mekhanes' sacrifice, and to prepare Humanity so that the Flesh may finally perish, and so that Humanity will ascend to the stars and defeat the Great Enemy of All Existence.
And then, after untold thousands of years passed, the Daeva, those anathema to the purity of metal and life, and those very same who worshiped the Great Enemy trembled. It was discovered to their great foolishness that they had borne the Abominable Flesh, for from their land, the one known as Ion took control of
"So you are from another world the Sarkics are invading." Amuil turned and saw one of the strange humans standing before her. He was the most heavily changed, as the only part that gave away his being Human was the top of his face and head. From the top down, he had wispy thin lines of brown hair on a sickly pale scalp of skin, which at first glace could result in one thinking he was an armor-clad Zombie. Where his eyes were, two devices replaced them, and Amuil noticed how they whirred and moved internally, meeting her gaze. After they let out a light blue glow for a second, they went back to normal. Then from the nose down, some form of metal mask covered the entirety of the mans face. Where his mouth was, a grill shaped mouthpiece was attached to the mask and shaped into a scowl, from which the sound of his voice came out again, with what sounded like static."Yes, we knew that the Flesh was leaving this world, and you have confirmed our worst fears. When the portal connecting your world to this one was formed, we sensed something was wrong, but only now found out what was happening." the man said, as he walked on two legs that were mechanical and ended in what looked more like skeletal boots instead of feet. He also wore a toga over a breastplate, with emblems pinned against the cloth. While the breastplate looked to fused into his torso, and engraved with a laurel wreath with an anvil and lighting bolt on it.
"How did you know the Cu... the Flesh was doing what it was doing?"
"When it came to your world, did every living thing feel as though they were now being visited by something terrible beyond comprehension?" When Amuil nodded, the man raised a prosthetic limb, and made a sweeping gesture with it. "We felt as though that thing turned its attentions elsewhere, and thus knew something was wrong. It then became prevalent that we had to end this war with the Flesh here and now, and thus we had launched an immediate response to do so. Right now, as we march to the forces assigned and gathered to destroy the capital and source of the Flesh on this world, so my troops and I can not help you," Amuil was shocked at the refusal. Until the man pulled an item of some kind and set on the table. "There is however, a second task-force, which has been assigned to fight the Flesh in your world." He said, as a globe of what Amuil guess was the world she was in. The man pointed at one point between one of the southern most landmasses on the globe, and the south polar ice cap. He then gave it to Amuil, "From there, the task-force will march to war with the Flesh on your world at once. Press this button there, and you will be teleported to the area." he then pointed at the button in question, which Amuil pressed. A brilliant flash of light blinded her, and when she could see again, found herself staring at a group of the Humans in question already set out to escort her, standing about in formation despite the intense blizzard blowing towards them. After they immediately wrapped her in some sort of gelatin material, Amuil found herself being carried towards another giant metal machine, but this one was in the shape of a man, along with several others, including an almost exact copy of the one she was in but moments ago. The Void Seraphim thought at first that she being taken prisoner, until the gelatin heated up her body to counteract the shock of being put in a blizzard, and when she was taken inside the machine by pulley and ladder, the gelatin substance melted off her body and went into a cylindrical container that one of the machine men put away for later use.
"How were you already prepared for me?" Amuil asked. She couldn't help but notice how warm it was despite the raging winds outside. Technology here seemed to be an obsession as much as an art form with these people, based on the almost magical and impossible things she could see. And she just came from a planet where the Humans have only just now rediscovered how to make muskets...
"The WAN told us to be ready through the storm currents of the world. Through it, our enclaves can coordinate and communicate instantly no matter the distance between us at any two points on it." One of them, a women who turned her seat around replied, then turned back to the panels around her. When the Void Seraphim heard a whirring noise "However, once we leave this world, we will lose contact with the rest of our forces. Now then, if you will, sit in the seat behind you, and we will be able to sift through your memories." After complying, Amuil jerked up.
"Wait what do you mean?" she asked, when she suddenly found that a set of hidden cuffs built into the chair snapped shut around her ankles and wrists. The Void Seraphim started to beat her wings flinging her feathers like daggers at the Humans around her, only for a barrier to surround her and vaporize them on contact. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"To ensure you're not a trick of the Flesh, which has been unable to come this far into the southern polar ice caps, and to know what you have told us is true, I am going to go into your mind, and peer into your memories." one of the Humans said, as he walked through the barrier. He then grabbed onto the panicked Void Seraphim by the face, then stretched her right eye open. Amuils' panic turned into terror, as she then saw that a tentacle with a needle of some kind was hovering towards her, and realized it was trying to line up with her pupil. "Calm down. For the sake of time, I'll be quick and link through the optic nerve, which connects directly to the brain..."