Additional Appendix to File SCP-250-IT

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> "Help from above", as you guys of the Thirteen call it, might be needed. I mean, not one of the easy ones you use on the field when things get complicated, like summoning an archangel...
> Tracking down those rats of the Black Star is becoming more and more of a delicate issue: the more we arrest, the more that appear again, and every time one more of those tin bombs goes off.
> 
> God, it feels like we're experiencing the [*https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Years_of_Lead_(Italy) Years of Lead] again.
> 
> I really don't care if some say they're battling for the freedom of those creatures, those people are full-fledged terrorists. It's our mission to eradicate them, and to do so we need someone, //or something//, that may have a wider viewpoint than ours and will refer only to us.
> 
> //-Sara Giovanni, SIR-I, during an informal talk with MTF-XIII//
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On ██/██/20██ a new dossier has been created to study a new and more effective containment method for SCP-250-IT. Specifically, the goal is to assist in the search for GoI-667 members and their sites, in order to immediately arrest or seize them. 

Project Elohim is headed by Dr. Maria Chiara Cecchini, followed by chosen members of the SRSET[[footnote]] Esoteric & Thaumaturgical Research and Development Section. [[/footnote]], seated at [http://scp-int.wikidot.com/siti-italiani#toc3 Site Deus]. The primary goal of the project is to establish a direct intra-reality Communication Route between Earth and Empyrean in order to maintain cooperation with an angelic entity from there. The team assigned to Project Elohim will have to develop the needed ritual to establish contact and send a support request, as well as having to perform the aforementioned ritual.
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**Project Overseer:** S5-9
**Office in charge:** Esoteric & Thaumaturgical Department, floor 0 Sector 3, Site Deus
**Draftswoman of the present document:** Maria Chiara Cecchini
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+++ Section One: Data collection concerning methods of activating a First Level teurgical ritual.

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First of all, in order to collect in-depth data from all Foundation sources, both the Foundation database and other archives belonging to occult organizations we had access to were seen as necessary to examine. We have been working for weeks browsing tomes, files and other media but it looks like a ritual of this kind has never been registered in history. It seems way too complicated even for the Lesser Key of Salomon[[footnote]] Teurgic grimoire from the seventeenth century. [[/footnote]].

However, the Second Steiner Handbook gave me an idea: we had to summon a spirit that could explain to us how to make the ritual, the easy way or the hard way.
This included the summoning and immediate capture of a tartarean entity in order to extort a method to carry out the primary ritual from it.

Log of the execution of the ritual follows.

> __**Tartarean Ritual in controlled form**__
> **Date-time:** 15/09/20██, 22:48
> **Location:** Site Deus, Floor -8, Reinforced Test Chamber #43
> 
> **Greenlight:** S5-9
> **Goal:** Summoning the tartarean entity named "Agares" for interrogation.
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> **Procedure:** Beechwood ash was used to inscribe the esotheric glyph depicted above on the floor; a series of 8 candles were placed, equally spaced, around it. S5-9, MTF-XIII and two SPeV-I members were present on the scene. The chamber had been reinforced with a thick layer of silver and equipped with a cage made of silver crosses and wooden catholic icons ready to drop as soon as the entity had entirely materialized. Dr. Cecchini was given a mortarand pestle with a few chicken bones.
> 
> **Log Start**
> 
> //Dr. Cecchini puts away the mortar for a second and takes her golden crucifix off, placing it in her pocket. After that, she takes back the mortar and starts the ritual.//
> 
> **Cecchini**: In Terra Venit, Princeps. In Terra Venit, Princeps.
> 
> //Dr. Cecchini lights every candle anticlockwise, one by one.//
> 
> //Once the eighth candle is lit, she keeps walking in circles along the glyph; she grabs the pestle and starts to crush the chicken bones until they are a grey powder.//
> 
> //The chamber's artificial lights suddenly turn off. The ritual proceeds normally.//
> 
> //Dr. Cecchini proceeds to pour the bone powder inside the three small circles of the goetic glyph. Despite the absence of air flow, the candle flames direct to the centre of the glyph.//
> 
> **Cecchini**: In Terra Venit, Princeps. F'sseghn Tahrr Arkunnsa.
> 
> //Dr. Cecchini stops in front of the glyph.//
> 
> **Cecchini**: F'sseghn Tahrr Arkunnsa.
> 
> **Cecchini**: F'sseghn Tahrr Arkunnsa.
> 
> **Ce‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎    ni**: ‎ ‎ ‎   F's  ghn‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎     Tah    ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎   rr    Arku  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎      a.
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##grey|F'sseghn Tahrr Arkunnsa.##

There's a burning smell.

##grey|F'sseghn Tahrr Arkunnsa.##

I hear wood blazing.

##grey|F'sseghn Tahrr Arkunnsa.##

I'm breathing smoke.

##grey|F'sseghn Tahrr Arkunnsa.##

Stop!

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Everything's dark.

There's a fire in the distance.

It's a house. I can hear screams of pain.

I try to get closer, but I can't see properly. There are so many trees between the flames and me. I see them only because their shades conceal the fire when I move.

I can't see.

This one tree is bigger than the others. I can't see the fire at all like this. I'm trying to get around it, but I can't get by to the other side.

[[[*scp-179-it|There's a wooden cabin nestled into the branches of this tree.]]]

I'm rushing, I want to see the fire, I want to see if I can help.

Running? With these weak legs I've got?  How can I?

I hear a kid crying.

I must run in some way.

++++ My mouth is full of charcoal.

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I'm inside a large hall.

There's people wearing red almost everywhere.

There's a man on a small podium. He's blonde, he's got grey, bug eyes. He keeps some yellowed papers in his hand. He's absorbed, like he's busy listening to a sound or an invisible voice whispering at him.

People take their seats, ready to listen to him; I take a seat too, on the side.

"Gentlemen," he says, "friends. Welcome back. Like every year, we open our ceremony in memory of the █████████ consorts with a little moment of meditation among our thoughts, to ripen them in ourselves and donate them to the princes of Hell."

I believe what he said was a surname. Despite him speaking clearly, I can't hear that word when he says it.

"Friends, we've got news this year. I'll tell you, the moment has come. As members of an occult group of the Satanic Church, you all have not only the certainty of the existence of Hell and its creatures, but also of the infamy that, for millennia, has been perpetrated against them."

The guests, hearing this sudden turning in the speaker's words, look disoriented at each other.

They know what he's talking about, but not //why// he's talking about it.

"My dears, listen to me, I beg you. For the past thirty years we've been still, forced to inaction; we hide, we practice our flebile rites in secret, like bugs we retire under rocks and and we continue to accept defeat based on our ancestor's surrender, not ours!"

"Gentlemen, can't you realize in what decadence has our order ended? And yes, I say //ended//. What we've left in our hands after that night of '87 is nothing more than ash."

"But, tell me, do you have the slightest idea of how many metaphors you can make with ash? Ash makes fertile soil. Phoenixes raise from ash. We too can come back to life, my friends. Did lucifer bow down after the blind eyes of the old god? Did he renounce his freedom?"

"No, gentlemen, he //rose again//. He waged war against the servants of the tyrant, he inspired his comrades with the Fall from Heaven... He laid the foundations for freedom. Freedom that now belongs to us, us humans!

"Filthy and ignorant humans instead of him and his noble brethren."

The guests seem to start to understand the speech of the man on the podium. Even I, like every scholar of occult theology, know what he's talking about.

As I figured a while ago, no one seems to acknowledge my existence in this hall. They don't understand I'm here with them, even when I try and actively disturb them. I'm just staying here and watching, for now.

"Friends, I want to tell you a big secret: I struck a pact with a devil."

The crowd lets out a gasp. Looks like this is shocking to them.

"My friends, trust your leader... After all, aren't they our brethren too? Devils, stepbrothers of Man; but we're the only one who are ready to throw away our diferences. On this weak, massacred, torn apart Earth, we can maybe find an opportunity."

"By acting like the King of Hell did, we can bring some of our brethren to Earth! Gentlemen, this news shocked me just as you! It's exciting to be able to say it out loud! Let's act, let's take a stand in the great theatre that is the world!"

Some of the guests are cheering the speaker, others clap and others are appalled.
Chaos slowly spreads through the hall while the blonde man's speech transforms into a rally.

"With the help of the devil I've made a pact with, we will work together to destabilize the order. You know, the more people believe in gods, the more they acquire power: this is, in the occult field, a verified reality."

"We'll handle... We will handle the mission of spreading fear among the non-believers and hope in the faithful! Those who hunted us, segregated us and insulted us just as our brethren in Hell will crumble by our hands!"

"We'll summon beasts. We'll perform grand rituals to awaken our slumbering friends. We'll bring their destruction machines to the public! We will gradually gain new members, acquire companies, institution, influence and we'll give way to a new great kingdom of demons on Earth!"

Chaos erupts, as cheers and applause, while some members leave the scene.

"And this is why..."

There's so much trepidation that the speaker isn't able to speak, thanks to his success.

"And that's why, my friends, from now on we won't be a mere bunch of satanists..."

"You all are welcome, Brothers, in the Society of the Black Star!"

Between applause and joy, some members get up and go catch those who were trying to leave. They're dragging them inside, to the centre of the room.

In front of the leader.

"Giovanni, this is not us." One of them says.

The leader throws a scornful look at them, without saying a word.

A large tentacle the colour of dried blood slithers out of the red tent behind the podium to the rhythm of cheers and applause.

It passes the speaker and plays with its victims, crushing them in a few seconds.

Under everyone's eyes.

I'm scared, I want to leave, but I don't know how. The door that was on my right is not there anymore.

++++ There's blood coming out of my ears.
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##grey|F'sseghn Tahrr Arkunnsa.##

The demon I summoned is right here in front of me.

##grey|F'sseghn Tahrr Arkunnsa.##

It's jailed at the centre of the reinforced chamber. The cage has worked.

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The other guys of the Thirteen are keeping the points of their swords towards it.

> **__Interview with entity 250-IT-Agares__**
> 
> **Interviewer**: Dr. Maria Chiara Cecchini
> **Witnesses**: S5-9, MTF-XIII
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> **Dr. Cecchini**: Welcome.
> 
> **Agares**: Huh? What? What's this?
> 
> **Dr. Cecchini**: Right now, you're under the SCP Foundation's custody. As you can see, resistance is futile.
> 
> **Agares**: Yeah, okay, I didn't understand half of your words but I don't care. I'm talking about you, youngling //(pointing at Dr. Cecchini)//.
> 
> **Cecchini**: Me?
> 
> **Agares**: Yeah, you. You've already met a devil, haven't you?
> 
> **Cecchini**: ...Um, yes, it's my job.
> 
> **Agares**: Mmh... What did you see a few minutes ago?
> 
> **Cecchini**: I... Uh... //(Disoriented)// That's not what I want to talk about right now, there's a reason why we summoned you. Listen, do you know how to open a portal to the Empyrean?
> 
> **Agares**: Uhh, //(Covers face with its hands)// what the fuck. What kind of request is that?! Asking a damn demon if he can lead you to fucking Heaven. Bah, what a horrible, shitty day for Infernal contracts.
> 
> **Cecchini**: So, can you do it or not?
> 
> **Agares**: I can, but I don't know if I'll be transformed in dust just after... Not that I'm so keen to do that, too-
> 
> **Cecchini**: Since your ritual was pretty simple, you don't look like you're that important in Hell... I think we can just kill you if you don't tell us.
> 
> **Agares**: //(Huffing)// Oh, alright. I can get you an audience with a Throne, nothing else.
> 
> **Cecchini**: It's more than enough. Go on.
> 
> **Agares**: You've got to recreate the musical harmony of its Sky. For the Seventh Sky you'll need many relics that have to vibrate at the right frequency. First among them, you need the tail of a Tigris.
> 
> **Cecchini**: Tigris? Is that what I think it is?
> 
> **Agares**: The legendary lion that roams the woods of Bei Ilai. I can leave a tome with the ingredients and the Teurgic circles you'll also need. Obvioulsy, in exchange for my freedom from this place.
> 
> **Cecchini**: Mmh... How can I trust you?
> 
> **Agares**: You can't. Just know that the reason why I still haven't spit in your eye is that your request is so absurd that I found it funny.
> 
> **Cecchini**: //(Adjusting her glasses)// Deal.
> 
> **Agares**: Well, a deal is a deal.
> 
> //As the cage gets raised, the demon breaks off his left hand, which transforms into a small yellowed handbook, and gives it to Dr. Cecchini.//
> 
> **Agares**: See y'all, weird people with swords!
> 
> //The devil vanishes beneath a flame, as the artificial lights start working again.//
> 
> //Dr. Cecchini stands still in front of the glyph, her eyes staring at its centre.//
> 
> **Cecchini**: //(Brings her hand to her chest)// ...I need a breath of fresh air.


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+++ Section two: Retrieval of relics and necessary materials
The following weeks have been spent on searching the needed materials. Reinforced Chamber #33 is currently being set up to be able to hold the thaumaturgical weight of this ritual. The Confraternity, despite their initial skepticism, were convinced to hand over some of their relics stored under the Holy See.
The project is going well, for now. The hard part will be the Tigris' tail.

For now, we have collected the following list of materials for the ritual:
* The first left molar of Saint Nicholas of Bari;
* One hair of Mary Magdalene;
* The left ring finger of Saint John the Baptist;
* Two large slabs of holystone, measuring 30 cm x 70 cm x 20 cm each;
* 500 ml of arterial blood from a juvenile //Ovis aries// (lamb);
* 15 branches of //Olea europaea// (olive tree) of various dimensions;
* One live //Columba leuconota// (snow pigeon);
* One six-keyed double flageolet;
* One timpanus with two swings;
* One alto saxophone;
* One bassoon.

Each one of these objects and musical instruments will have to resonate in the room along with the Tigris' tail through a teurgical incantation that the undersigned, me, will deal with. The ritual will generate an estimated 96.4 Akiva, which will align the Chamber with the Communication Route to the Seventh Sky.

On ██/██/20██ a new wave of attacks involving SCP-250-IT forced the project to stop for one week in order to focus on its containment. 21 civilian casualties have been recorded.

A few weeks after the decifration of most of the tome, a joint force of Foundation and Confraternity personnel took off to the Dead Sea, where the portal to the dimension-wood of Bei Ilai is located. The operation was named "Samson".



> **__Log of Operation Samson__**
> 
> **Location**: 15 km from Machaerus, Dead Sea, Jordan.
> **Deployed forces**: MTF-III, MTF-IV, MTF-XIII; "Richelieu" regiment of the Confraternity of Saint George's Knights. 
> 
> **Premise**: The goal of this operation is the termination of the entity known as "Tigris" in the available literature and the recovery of its skeletal tail. The order given to MTF-XIII and MTF-IV is to chase and attack the creature to overstrain it and conduct it to an area set up earlier, where the "Richelieu" regiment will inflict the final blow using one of their relics. MTF-III has the task to offer aerial and ground support.
> 
> **Referring personnel**: S5-9; Captain Stefano Severini (MTF-XIII); Commander Francesco Cappelli (CCSG).
> 
> **Approved equipment**: 2 Leonardo AW129 Mangusta attack helicopters; 2 VBM Freccia armoured vehicles; one OTO-Melara B1 Centauro II armoured tank destroyer.
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> //Log Start//
> 
> **Agt. Cecchini**: Command, do you copy? Maria Chiara Cecchini from MTF-XIII here. We're in one of the Freccia. We're getting into the Bei Ilai woods.
> 
> **Command**: Copy that, agent Cecchini. Is the rest of the personnel ready?
> 
> **Cpt. Draghi**: Teams α and β of MTF-IV in position in the second Freccia.
> 
> **Lt. Giacomelli**: Mangusta 1 and 2 ready hovering over the area.
> 
> **Agt. Ferri**: Centauro ready, too!
> 
> **Command**: Perfect; we inform you that the Richelieu is operative and they're setting up their position in the woods. You'll get their position on your GPS along with other units in a few seconds. The hunt may start now.
> 
> //Ground units penetrate into the woods, scanning the perimeter in search of the entity. 25 minutes of radio silence pass.//
> 
> **Agt. Curteni**: Christ, look at that! It's massive! //(Pointing at a deer of enormous size. Its withers height is estimated to be 4.5 metres.)//
> 
> **Agt. Cecchini**: That's the Keresh I've told you about during briefing, stay focused on driving, Sam.
> 
> **Agt. Curteni**: You mean the other inhabitant of the wood?
> 
> **Agt. Cecchini**: Yeah, it's harmless. Again, Sam, pay attention to the wheel, damn it.
> 
> **Lt. Mattei**: Keep calm, people. No need for more tension than we already have.
> 
> **Agt. Cecchini**: Yessir, sorry sir.
> 
> //After 15 minutes more, the first sighting is registered. A lion of white pigmentation, sized 5 metres in height and 8 metres in length, appears on the video log of the Centauro unit.//
> 
> **Agt. Ferri**: Command, Centauro here! We've found it, it's incredible!
> 
> **Command**: Everyone, converge on Centauro's position. You are ordered to wear soundproof headwear and safety belts as per protocol. From now on, every comm, even trivial ones, must be received via radio.
> 
> **Agt. Cecchini**: Okay guys, let's go. Without that headwear we'd be dead at its first roar.
> 
> **Agt. Delverde**: So are we hunting a demigod?
> 
> **Agt. Cecchini**: Kind of: It's a Nephilim, son of a sin older than the pyramids. These creatures are born from the coupling between fallen angels and human. Poor beast...
> 
> **Agt. Delverde**: Oh, look at it... So, what do we do now again?
> 
> **Lt. Mattei**: You'll have to shoot at it, Laura. If we manage to convince it that there are many of us, we can direct it where we want while it flees.
> 
> //Almost in unison, ground units start bombarding the entity. it, as thought, hasn't received any damage and turns to them, annoyed.//
> 
> **Command**: Mangusta units, now's your turn.
> 
> //The attack helicopters open fire on the entity and in front of it. The lion then gets scared and starts fleeing at a high speed.//
> 
> **Command**: Ground units, follow it while maintaining formation. Freccia One on its right, Freccia two on its left and Centauro right after. Mangusta, keep following them. Maximum speed and keep firing on the objective.
> 
> //The operation proceeds as planned; 50 minutes pass during the chase. The entity becomes more and more strained.//
> 
> **Commander Cappelli (CCSG)**: Richelieu here, we're set up and ready to strike. You can take the nephilim towards our location.
> 
> **Command**: Got it. Ground units, proceed.
> 
> **Agt. Curteni**: But why is the confraternity to deal with the relic and the decisive part? Like, isn't the operation ours?
> 
> **Lt. Mattei** They're the ones who already know how to use it. And, you know, they have a kind of rilvarly between their divisions inside the Confraternity. The Richelieu wants to keep up their standard. //(Shouting)// Watch out!
> 
> //The Tigris' paw almost hits unit Freccia One.//
> 
> **Lt. Mattei**: Shit! That was close! Oh, there's the regiment!
> 
> //Richelieu's knight are visible in position a hundred metres forward. A metal structure keeps a shiny pole with a large peak made of gold and silver in place.//
> 
> **Agt. Curteni**: Woah! What the hell is that?!
> 
> **Lt. Mattei**: That's Saint George's spear, Sam!
> 
> //The entity, focused on the chasing units, throws its chest onto the spear. This pierces it right between its ribs. Right before falling on the ground the entity lets out a strong roar, which throws some of the knights into the air and flips unit Freccia One over. Moreover, unit Mangusta Two suffers a malfunctioning due to the roar and is forced to crash-land. No heavily injured personnel has been recorded. The relief efforts have  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎   safely occ  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  urred without    ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  any com   ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  cation.//

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##grey|That's Saint George's spear, Sam!##

Uhh... What now...?

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My... Head hurts...

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Oh, not again!

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I think... I'm in middle school again.

All my old classmates are there.

They're at the classroom door. I'm holding a crutch given by the hospital instead of my usual cane. Everyone's looking at me.

I'm home.

There's my mum that's about to take me to the doctor.

"Mrs, your daughter is very lucky. It isn't a bad case, we can cure her but I fear her legs will be affected."

I'm lucky.

How is this luck?

Everyone looks at me when I enter a room.

Everyone looks at me when I walk like a crooked puppet.

Everyone looks at me with a sad face, like I need help or something.

People give their seat to me on the bus. I smile, because they're being kind.

But I don't feel good.
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I'm in my office at the Foundation.

Ninth is talking to me about a project to help with the containment of SCP-250-IT.

He wants me to head it.

He's not looking at my cane, nor at my stance.

I accept the responsibilty, no matter the price.

I can do it.

I //have to//.

Ninth has vanished.

My cane has vanished. I can't stand up without it. I'm going to fall.

In its place I have a two-five-zero instance in my hand.

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##grey|That's Saint George's spear, Sam!##

The Freccia is flipped over and my head still hurts.

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The Tigris is on the ground. It's wetting the soil with its golden blood.

##grey|That's Saint George's spear, Sam!##

Holy Christ, what have we done...

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> **Note**: With the death of the Tigris, as it happens with every deity, sudden catastrophic events are expected to occur in casual areas of the planet. In this case, devastating river floods and locust plagues are forecast in some of the northern areas of Syria.
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+++ Section Three: Teurgical ritual Execution 
The Confraternity has handed the skeletal tail of the Tigris over to Site Deus, allowing us to immediately start experimentation on the ritual. The study of the tome[[footnote]] Obviously, we did not tell the Saint George's Knights that our intel comes from a demon, or they would have never supported us with this project. [[/footnote]] took more time than expected, but I am well on track with deciphering the last formulae.


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**From:** samuele.curteni@scp.net
**Subject:** Big Lunchie
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Hi Mari,
I'm messaging you by SCiPnet since I've noticed that you can't read texts lately. 
I know you're very busy with Project Elohim, but I wanted to ask you anyways...
Me and the others were planning to hang out all together to have sushi for lunch next week, do you think you're able to be free for one day?

Lemme know, 
Sam

P.S. I hope that this loss of energy of yours will stop at least for sushi, we miss our old cheerful Maria Chiara hahaha.

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The Project was once again slowed by a new wave of attacks. The actions needed to contain the entities have come at a cost of €██████ and Site Deus has been in turmoil for days, keeping us from going on with our work. 26 civilian casualties have been recorded.

Once the studies and preparations were completed, the focus of the Project moved onto actually executing the ritual. Log of iterations follows.

> **__Log of First Level Teurgical Ritual__**
> **Iteration#:** 1
> **Location**: Reinforced Chamber #33
> 
> **Performer**: Dr. Cecchini
> **Witnesses**: S5-9, MTF-XIII
> 
> **Goal**: Opening a Communication Route with the Empyrean dimension.
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> **Description**: Dr. Cecchini started the ritual by activating the first glyph, but it was not capable to emit enough Akiva radiation to activate the relics. Only the musical instruments have emitted sounds. 
> 
> **Final notes**: As expected, the first iteration was a failure. We are in the infancy of the field of teurgical rituals and we can only keep learning from every failed attempt. I will take a few minutes of rest and then back to it.

> **__Log of First Level Teurgical Ritual__**
> **Iteration#:** 3
> **Location**: Reinforced Chamber #33
> 
> **Performer**: Dr. Cecchini
> **Witnesses**: S5-9, MTF-XIII
> 
> **Goal**: Opening a Communication Route with the Empyrean dimension.
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> **Description**: The second glyph emitted a small quantity of radiation for a brief period of time, but still it was not enought to activate the relics.
> 
> **Final notes**: Nothing again, but I was almost there. It is already a nice improvement but there is still so much work to do. Maybe we have to adjust the Chamber's resonance again.

After the fourth attempt, Dr. Cecchini was judged too tired to keep going and was brought to her room to rest.

> **__Log of First Level Teurgical Ritual__**
> **Iteration#:** 6
> **Location**: Reinforced Chamber #33
> 
> **Performer**: Dr. Cecchini
> **Witnesses**: S5-9, MTF-XIII
> 
> **Goal**: Opening a Communication Route with the Empyrean dimension.
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> **Description**: Additional resonance glyphs have been applied to the Chamber's walls. This way, the ritual activation lasted 20 minutes longer and the Tigris' tail stood up, while other instruments emitted arrhytmic sounds.
> 
> **Final notes**: It did not work this time too. I'm a bit stressed, but I can't stop here. I'll study the tome again.

> **__Log of First Level Teurgical Ritual__**
> **Iteration#:** 11
> **Location**: Reinforced Chamber #33
> 
> **Performer**: Dr. Cecchini
> **Witnesses**: S5-9, MTF-XIII
> 
> **Goal**: Opening a Communication Route with the Empyrean dimension.
> -----
> **Description**: The ritual was performed using a different positioning for the relics. This made it 5 minutes longer, but no other changes were observed. The iteration was not successful. 
> 
> **Final notes**: Sure, it was obvious that the problem was not with the positioning order. How did I come up with this stupid idea? Maybe it's me who is that stupid?

> **__Log of First Level Teurgical Ritual__**
> **Iteration#:** 18
> **Location**: Reinforced Chamber #33
> 
> **Performer**: Dr. Cecchini
> **Witnesses**: S5-9, MTF-XIII
> 
> **Goal**: Opening a Communication Route with the Empyrean dimension.
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> **Description**: The slabs of holystone have emitted more Akiva radiation than usual, involving all the relics in the harmony besides from the Tigris' tail. This event has not permitted the activation of the ritual.
> 
> **Final notes**: Yeah, the only explanation is that I am really that stupid. What if the tome is wrong? The more I fail, the more people die. This morning another one of those cans opened in a public park. 12 dead, shit.

Despite the efforts of the personnel to persuade her to stop, Dr. Cecchini is determined to keep the Project going and finish the ritual. She constantly says that the reason is the recurring news about SCP-250-IT events across the country.

> **__Log of First Level Teurgical Ritual__**
> **Iteration#:** 23
> **Location**: Reinforced Chamber #33
> 
> **Performer**: Dr. Cecchini
> **Witnesses**: S5-9, MTF-XIII
> 
> **Goal**: Opening a Communication Route with the Empyrean dimension.
> -----
> **Description**: The ritual was brought back to the original setting, leaving only the resonance glyphs that were initially added. This time the ritual was wrongly activated, allowing the relics to produce a cacophony that, if Dr. Cecchini had not stopped it in time, would have destroyed the Tigris' tail.
> 
> **Final notes:** Fuck this shit. Fuck this shit fuck this shit fuck this shit.
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**To:** maria.chiara.cecchini@scp.net
**From:** laura.delverde@scp.net
**Subject:** Reassurance
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Mari,
I'm so sorry about what happened today. You can text me whenever you want after you recover. They've put a weight so heavy on you from the start... Between the Project and the explosions of 250, yours was just a genuine reaction. Please, I know these are hard times, but don't start believing you've made yourself look bad in front of us. I want you to remember that it was you, Mari, that told me to smile more first... So, please try to use your own advice.

And please, let's have a girls only hang out when all of this will end. So much time has passed since the last one...

Yours,
Laura

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**To:** maria.chiara.cecchini@scp.net
**From:** edoardo.mattei@scp.net
**Subject:** How are you?
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Hi Mari,
Actually, I wanted to text you some time ago. I saw that you were feeling down lately, with all the story of the Project and the ritual. What happened yesterday was just totally comprehensible... Anybody else would've reacted like you did after all those attempts, saw the effect that the whole thing is having on you. Please, remember you're a human and having a panic attack is something that is totally human. I don't want you to think you're "weird" or anything else just because of that.
I'm sure that Ninth too knows how you've felt.

I know that these messages will feel like a scolding and that you won't even try to read them for now; I know something about that.
I miss your jokes, your cheerfulness, your radiant character that made everything so light.
I'm saying, I'm ready to accept everything you'll ask me as your lieutenant and as your friend, as long as you need it to start smiling again. Always remember that we love you.

I hope to hear from you when you'll read this. See you soon,
Edoardo

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On ██/██/20██, at 10.34 am, Dr. Cecchini entered the Reinforced Chamber #33 without noticing her staff, in order to attempt a new iteration of the teurgical ritual. Log of the event follows.



> **__Log of First Level Teurgical Ritual__**
> **Iteration#:** 24
> **Location**: Reinforced Chamber #33
> 
> **Performer**: Dr. Cecchini
> **Witnesses**: N/A
> 
> **Goal**: Opening a Communication Route with the Empyrean dimension.
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> **Description**: Dr. Cecchini's singing made it possible for the instruments to resonate along with the relics in a musical harmony which has liberated 97.1 Ak of radiation. This amount of energy has allowed the Tigris' tail to levitate at the centre of the ritual. Suddenly, a beam of white light pierced the ceiling right at the centre while an unknown crystal structure formed around Dr. Cecchini. Right after this,
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##grey|Right after this,##

Aw, Again?

##grey|Right after this,##

Does it mean it worked?

##grey|Right after this,##

What do I do?

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Here's my mum again.

I'm walking with her along a path on the hillside.

It's Spring.

Everything around me is so green. Grass all around the path looks like it's shining of its own light.

I was here when I was 10. I used to have Easter lunch at my grandparents' place.

The path was just like this one, at a small distance from their house. I was with my mum, she was helping me to get used to the crutch.

That's what she's doing right now.

The air around us is so fresh.

The olive trees are green enough to let my eyes rest, but not too big to cover the blue sky.

The Sun shines on me and warms my forehead, taking away the cold breeze of the first days of April.

My mum smiles at me, Then leaves my hand and says she'll wait for me at home.

Now I can walk.

Step by step.

Then I lose my balance.

Instead of falling, thought, my friends come and hold me. Laura, Sam and Edo.

They look at me and smile. The field around us is not there anymore, now replaced by a glass cloud and by the colours of pearls and opals.

Then, over there, the dark. but I'm illuminated.

While I'm looking at Edo, I hear a loud noise of glass breaking. Now, between me and him there's a broken slab. His face is diffracted by the cracks.

I turn to Sam and the same thing happens. He's quietly looking at me, but there's broken glass between us.

I turn again to Laura and she's looking at me too,but again her face is in pieces of glass.

I don't know what's happening. I'm starting to worry.

> //And the angels saw Maria Chiara, and from the clouds tuned a chant://
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> //From the pearly clouds, the angels sang://
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Are you... The angel? The Throne?
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> //And the angels said, singing://
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Nelka'el... So it worked, at last!
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> //The angels looked at Maria Chiara and showed her Nelka'El, the great all-seeing winged wheel. It, in chorus with them, said://
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> **Yes, you did it. They say from the Upper Skies that the time to listen to your prayers has arrived.**
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So... you've brought me here? May I have an audience?
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> //The angels chanted from the clouds://
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Oh... Alright. So, um... //Sniff// What do I have to do?
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> //And the Angels saw Maria Chiara cry tears of liberation and, singing, they said://
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> **Young Maria Chiara, my proposal is this: are you willing to be my voice on the planet? I will call you from the Communication Route whenever I find a sin driven by the black star. I'll tell you where to strike and you'll refer to your comrades. Will you help me again?**
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I... Me? I don't know if I deserve this... There's people out there who are way worthier than me... 
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> //The angels sang again among the clouds://
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> **Dear Maria, very few are the human beings who managed to reach the Empyrean while alive. As this regards My role and My duties, you meet all the requirements to obtain Our gift. It is not about what you must or can do, but about what you //want//.**
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Alright... I accept. I want to deal with this. I want everybody to be able to walk the streets without fear of a  terror attack! Without those cans destroying our lives!
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> **This is great news, Our young creature. I led your friends to you, in the reinforced chamber, in order to close the fractures in the glass. Consider this a further thanksgiving.**
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My mum is waving at me from the porch on my grandparents' yard.

##grey|Mari, Come on! Shake it off!##

She's calling me at the table.

##Grey|Come on, Mari! Hey guys, she opened her eyes! Let's go, pull yourself up!##

++++ I'm coming, mum.
> **Agt. Curteni**: Mari! Are you awake? How do you feel?
> 
> //The beam of light from above irradiates the room like a Sunday morning.//
> 
> **Dr. Cecchini**: Uh... fine, now that I'm with you guys.
> 
> **Agt. Delverde:** Aw, look who's back on Earth. Hey, it worked. Did you speak with the angel?
> 
> **Dr. Cecchini**: Yes, it spoke to me... In a language made of memories.
> 
> **Lt. Mattei**: How wonderful... So it accepted, I guess. Has it already told you something?
> 
> **Dr. Cecchini**: ...They left the first message. "Siena, Piazza del Campo".
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> **Final notes**: Dr. Cecchini has been temporarily classified as a member of Class-E personnel for a period of two weeks. No physical or psychological damage was recorded. However, the appearance of mild psionic abilities linked to Reinforced Chamber #33 have been noted, e.g. the appearance of a faint but persistent field of Akiva radiation amounting to 26 cAk/s. Dr. Cecchini is the only human being who is able to interact with the aforementioned Communication Route.

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> [*https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tO7Pmx_T7fY&t=743s A rebirth.]
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