Item #: SCP-682
Object Class: KETER
Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-682 must be kept in a constantly hostile environment
in order to limit its mobility and growth.
Any direct neutralization attempt is forbidden,
as previous attempts have proven null or counterproductive.
In the context of the current manifestation, no local containment
is possible or recommended.
Description:
SCP-682 is a massive reptilian entity of unknown origin, extremely intelligent,
displaying active hostility toward all forms of life.
The entity possesses an immediate biological and structural adaptation capability
in response to any attempt at destruction or containment.
This adaptation is neither gradual nor progressive:
it is global, instantaneous at the observational scale,
and irreversible once stabilized.
SCP-682 demonstrates no known limit to this capability.
The entity retains its consciousness, hatred, and reasoning ability
during and after any adaptation.
Addendum:
The total destruction of SCP-682 is currently considered impossible
according to the Foundation's knowledge.
Discussion Group
Satan:
Yeah… damn.
Baxter:
Oh my Lucifer! This is without a doubt the most incredible biological creature I have ever encountered!
Vox:
Do you think it would be possible to reproduce it?
Baxter:
I'm sorry, sir, but this creature is a marvel of the universe. No matter how many centuries I could spend researching it, I would never be able to reproduce it.
Hamiel:
Do demons believe they possess the intelligence required to achieve such a thing?
Vox:
Well, in my society…
Alastor:
We don't care about that right now. What I want to know is where our lizard is going to appear.
[SCP-682 will manifest in Hell, specifically in the Circle of Wrath]
Reactions varied within the discussion group.
Satan closed his eyes for a moment. He was visibly furious.
Satan:
Of all the places you could have landed, it had to be my territory, you bastard.
In the Circle of Wrath
The orange sky of Hell tore apart.
Then something fell.
After it landed, it produced a dull impact, forming a small crater. At its center stood SCP-682.
The Circle of Wrath is known as the hottest place in Hell, surpassing by far the already extreme temperatures of the other circles.
Honestly, how could anyone be surprised? Just look at the damn suns positioned above volcanoes that constantly spew lava.
The overall appearance was that of a desert, strangely fertile despite the extreme environmental conditions.
And the first to suffer from it was, of course, SCP-682.
As 682 prepared to assess its surroundings, something happened.
The indestructible lizard immediately began to melt.
Its flesh liquefied in less than a second.
Its bony plates cracked, twisted, collapsed under the temperature.
Its screams echoed through the Circle of Wrath—
a harsh, discordant sound filled with hatred… and surprise.
SCP-682 no longer existed except as a burning, nearly formless organic mass.
Discussion Group
Gabriel:
Wow… uh… as far as I remember, the temperature of the Circle of Wrath wasn't this high. Did you do something, Satan?
Satan:
Well, the old temperature wasn't enough for me, so I increased it. But even so, 682 will evolve and adapt to the surrounding heat.
Michael:
If this were another anomaly, the extreme conditions of your territory would be favorable. But with 682 constantly evolving, it won't be enough.
Asmodeus:
Lucifer! Thank you, it didn't appear in my domain.
Beelzebub:
Nor in mine.
Satan:
Fuck.
Lucifer:
Don't worry. If you need help, the others and I can assist you.
The five other Deadly Sins:
Yes, don't worry.
Satan growled… then smiled.
Satan:
Nah. I win.
Satan disconnected.
Charlie:
Uh… Uncle Satan didn't go fight 682 himself, did he?
Husk:
Ha ha! What an idiot.
Lucifer:
Honestly, he's the only one who would charge in headfirst without a plan.
Michael and Gabriel repaired the damage on Earth and erased the memories of all humans who had seen SCP-469 or even Jeanne's giant blade. They couldn't deny what Lucifer said.
Time and time again, they had witnessed Satan's personality.
He wasn't reckless or stupid—no. He was very intelligent and thoughtful in critical situations.
But damn, he was incredibly wrathful and prideful, which made him easy to manipulate.
Meanwhile, back with SCP-682, after one minute of burning—
Bubbles formed within the molten mass.
Internal structures recomposed.
Resistant. Dense. Different.
Its body was now perfectly immune to that level of heat.
SCP-682 slowly stood up, its body still smoking, partially charred, but stable.
Its eyes opened.
They fixed on the infernal horizon.
And it spoke.
— Another place that wants me dead.
Its voice was broken.
But filled with contempt.
Discussion Group
Charlie:
Its evolution speed is seriously no joke.
Lucifer:
Satan, reconnect. We need to organize a strategy. Don't rush in blindly.
Asmodeus:
I don't even understand why he decided to attack like that.
Yet, deep down, all the other Deadly Sins knew why he had confronted 682 head-on.
Not to protect his descendants—the imps of the Circle of Wrath. Satan had never cared about them.
The reason was simple.
The Foundation's hologram was broadcasting throughout Hell.
What would demons think if they saw the great Judge Satan backing down from an anomaly?
He wanted to show Hell his power.
Heat rippled like a living sea.
The artificial suns suspended above the volcanoes pulsed, feeding an already suffocating Hell.
At the center of the crater, visible changes appeared on SCP-682's body.
Its skin, once scaly, was now composed of dense, dark plates veined with incandescent red. Each breath expelled searing steam. Its muscles appeared compressed, optimized, as if rewritten to survive Hell itself.
It raised its head.
And saw something rising on the horizon.
A titanic shadow, far larger than the lava mountains.
The ground trembled.
One step.
Then another.
The infernal sky seemed to bend under the pressure.
It was Satan.
His colossal body fully materialized within the Circle, wings spread wide, horns curved like crescents of judgment. His skin burned with a dark red glow, etched with ancient infernal glyphs. His eyes—two suns of pure rage—locked onto SCP-682.
There was no hesitation in him.
Only fury.
— So you're the one, Satan growled, his voice making the volcanoes vibrate. Honestly, even if you call yourself the indestructible lizard, know this—I'm going to kill you for good.
SCP-682 slightly tilted its head.
It analyzed the newcomer. It was certain the being before it was not to be underestimated.
Yet it merely held a twisted, distorted smile filled with hatred.
— No matter the nonsense you spout, this fight will end only one way, it roared. You—inside my stomach!!!
At that moment, SCP-682 was far smaller than Satan, measuring only five meters in height.
It attempted to climb Satan's body.
Satan stomped the ground.
The Circle of Wrath folded in on itself.
Gravity exploded.
SCP-682 was crushed into the ground under a pressure exceeding 100g. The vitrified surface shattered as the entity sank several meters deep.
Satan raised his hand.
Power: Authority of the Judge
Everything within the Circle of Wrath was subjected to his judgment.
— Kneel.
Space itself tried to obey.
SCP-682's bones fractured.
Its muscles compressed.
Its body was forced to bend.
But then…
Something changed.
The fractures stopped being weaknesses.
The bones reforged, denser than before.
New internal structures appeared—gravitational anchors, internal counterforces.
SCP-682 planted its claws into the ground.
It resisted.
Satan:
Fuck… what a mess.
Satan inverted gravity, pulling SCP-682 toward him.
He brought his fist down.
A fist capable of razing a continent.
The impact pulverized SCP-682.
Its body exploded into organic fragments scattered across Hell.
Silence.
Satan performed a few warm-up movements—not out of contempt for 682, but because it had been centuries since he last fought.
After thirty seconds—
The fragments moved.
They gathered.
Merged.
Reformed.
SCP-682 resurfaced.
Larger.
Its size rapidly increased until it matched Satan's. Its morphology changed: a more upright posture, thickened limbs, a spine reinforced by structures of terrifying complexity.
Then SCP-682 did something incredible.
It moved at extreme speed and reached Satan.
SCP-682 struck Satan's torso with its claws.
The impact hurled the Prince of Wrath through several volcanoes, his body plowing through the infernal landscape.
— Know this: I will dissect you, you fucking demon.
Satan:
I should have stayed in court, he spat blood. But it is what it is.
Satan regenerated and took flight, casting a condescending glance at SCP-682.
Satan:
No matter what, you're still just a worthless lizard that can't fly.
SCP-682:
Maybe you haven't looked at yourself—you're just a lizard with wings.
Satan:
You—
Satan moved his hands, materializing a bow and a flaming arrow in midair, aiming at SCP-682.
Satan fired.
The flaming arrow left the bow with a scream.
This was no simple elemental attack.
It was condensed infernal fire—solidified rage compressed to the limit of concept itself. As it tore through the air, it ripped space apart, leaving behind a white trail like a burning scar in reality.
The impact was immediate.
A sun exploded upon contact with SCP-682.
For a moment, there was nothing.
No sound.
No shape.
Only an incandescent sphere where SCP-682 had stood.
When the explosion dissipated…
All that remained of SCP-682 was a charred core, floating and partially dissolved, its matter reduced to a quasi-plasmatic state. No scales. No limbs. Just an unstable mass breaking apart.
Satan narrowed his eyes.
— …Good.
Yet he felt something.
A shiver.
The mass began to vibrate.
Structures appeared—not on the surface, but at a fundamental level. SCP-682's matter stopped reacting to fire like something being burned. It began integrating thermal constraints as an internal constant.
Black plates emerged, cracked with dark red lines. The mass solidified, organized, regained form. SCP-682 reassembled—more compact, denser, its movements now optimized for environments exceeding even the concept of heat.
Satan clenched his teeth.
— …As expected.
He extended his hand.
A circle of infernal glyphs lit up around SCP-682. The symbols folded inward, contracting until they formed a single object.
A ring.
Power: Infernal Seal – Ring of Subjugation
A sealing ability that traps a target within a ring.
Reality closed in on SCP-682.
The entity was compressed, folded, and Satan inserted it into the ring.
The ring fell into his hand.
Silence.
— There, he said, staring at it.
— End of the story. I don't think it can escape.
As he prepared to reconnect to the discussion group—
The ring moved.
A vibration. Then another.
The surface cracked.
— …No.
A tooth pierced the infernal metal.
Then another.
The ring warped from the inside.
SCP-682 was eating the seal—literally eating it.
SCP-682 burst out of the confinement, its jaws still covered in chewed and dissolved fragments of infernal energy. Its eyes shone with a new light.
— Keep going like this, and you'll dig your own grave, idiot.
Satan stepped back.
For the first time, he wasn't smiling.
He was truly angry now.
He decided to end this.
He raised both hands.
The sky darkened.
Fire and lightning gathered above him, intertwining, compressing until they became a destructive singularity.
He implanted the concept of death into the attack.
But just as he was about to launch it, he observed SCP-682.
What he saw made him reconsider.
SCP-682 was smiling.
Satan was certain that 682 could sense the concept of death embedded in the attack—something meant to surpass its evolution.
Yet it smiled, as if it were just another Saturday morning.
He changed strategy.
Satan snapped his fingers.
Reality folded around SCP-682.
SCP-682 was thrown into a pocket dimension.
A saturated space.
Frozen time.
Extreme spatial compression.
No direction.
No continuity.
A perfect tomb.
Satan remained alone in the devastated Circle of Wrath.
He knew the successive attacks he had unleashed had caused damage and casualties among his descendants within the Circle of Wrath—but he didn't care.
All he wanted was victory.
Satan reconnected.
He took a deep breath, then burst out laughing.
— SCP-682 is now trapped. I'd love to see how it manages to overcome the space-time of that dimension, hahaha!
Charlie:
Uncle Satan succeeded! Phew—we avoided a catastrophe.
Vaggie:
Honey, I don't think you should be that optimistic.
Charlie:
What do you mean?
Alastor:
I agree with you, my dear Charlie. This situation is far from reassuring, wouldn't you agree, Your "Lordship" Satan?
Satan:
Just because you're my niece's friends doesn't mean I'll tolerate disrespect. Doubt my power again, and you'll regret it.
Beelzebub:
I have to admit they're right. Why did you stop your previous attack when you had implanted the concept of death into it?
Lucifer:
It's true. That attack would have killed 682. If you didn't use it, then you know, as we do, that 682's power isn't just evolution—there's something else, isn't there, Mr. Administrator?
Administrator Dr. ███████ reconnected
Dr. ███████:
You're right. SCP-682's abilities aren't merely evolution. Its evolution exists to reach a certain state—consider that state as being of the same nature as yours.
Charlie & Angel:
The same nature?
Dr. ███████:
Many entities in your world are conceptual in nature. For example, the Seven Deadly Sins are incarnations of their respective sins and cannot die as long as their concepts exist. The same applies to certain ancient and powerful angels of Heaven.
Charlie:
Is that true, Dad?
Lucifer:
Yes, he's right. We are indeed conceptual entities. But if 682 is conceptual, what concept does it embody?
Dr. ███████:
No one knows; we only know that his true body is beyond our reality.
You must absolutely delay SCP-682's evolution. The Foundation plans to calm it using the help of two anomalies, but unfortunately, they have also disappeared. However, we believe they will soon manifest in another world. Until then, you must hold it back.
Michael, Gabriel, and Sera:
Rest in peace, Satan.
Satan:
I'm not dead!…
If it escapes, I'll just teleport it to the Circle of Greed.
Mammon:
Nah, hell no!
Satan was beginning to doubt.
He used his power to observe SCP-682—and he was not disappointed.
Inside the Pocket Dimension
SCP-682 moved.
Its muscles contracted despite the frozen time.
Its nerves functioned without causality.
Its cells ceased obeying local rules.
— …Impossible, Satan murmured.
SCP-682 moved without time.
Then it opened its mouth.
And bit.
It bit space itself.
Space tore apart.
A hole appeared.
SCP-682 ate the dimensional boundary, widening the breach with each bite, devouring local laws like soft flesh.
It emerged.
Tears streamed down Satan's face.
He was exhausted.
Then SCP-682 struck him.
It had enveloped its body in antimatter, combined with monstrous force amplified by high-level adaptation.
FAAAAAHHHHH!!!
Satan was slammed into the ground, crushing kilometers of infernal terrain. SCP-682 leapt onto him, chaining blows—claws, bites, impacts.
— You can't even imagine… how much you disgust me.
One blow shattered a rib.
Another crushed a wing.
The infernal ground still trembled from the previous impacts.
Satan slowly stood up, his draconic body regenerating in a burst of red flames. His wings spread, projecting burning gusts. His eyes—two stars of pure rage—fixed on SCP-682.
SCP-682 fully intended to show this miserable existence what it was capable of.
SCP-682 tilted its head. Its bone plates shifted, sliding like living tectonic plates. Additional eyes opened along its neck and torso, analyzing Satan from multiple angles. It perceived even Satan's conceptual nature.
Satan decided to act as well.
The infernal sky collapsed downward.
Power: Authority of the Judge – Full Domain
Gravity exploded once more—this time vectorial, directional, absolute. Space folded around SCP-682, attempting to compress it into a point.
But SCP-682 was not crushed.
Its internal tissues glowed with a sickly bioluminescence. Antimatter structures organized within its flesh, generating counter-gravitational pressure.
Gravity did not vanish.
It was consumed.
The ground beneath SCP-682 collapsed inward, forming a local singularity—a simulated black hole generated as a defensive mechanism.
— …What? Satan whispered.
SCP-682 advanced.
Each step tore the space-time continuum of the Circle of Wrath. The air filled with ozone, chlorine, a toxic atmosphere Hell itself had never carried.
Satan spewed infernal flames mixed with lightning.
SCP-682 opened its mouth.
It absorbed the attack.
Not all the energy.
Just enough.
The rest exploded around it, but its reflective carapace deflected most of the impact.
Then SCP-682 vanished.
Teleportation.
It reappeared behind Satan.
Before the Prince of Wrath could turn, SCP-682 placed a claw on his back.
This was not a physical attack.
It was a memetic assault.
A flood of information invaded Satan's mind.
His rage fed itself.
— YOU DARE—
Satan struck blindly.
Mistake.
SCP-682 anticipated the movement. Its body deformed, partially inorganizing, allowing the punch to pass through without fully connecting.
Satan's rage intensified beyond control. His authority destabilized. His powers began to fluctuate.
— STOP! Satan roared.
SCP-682 moved closer, now towering over the red dragon.
— Your wrath… is your weakness.
Satan once again invoked the concept of death, silently this time, attempting to embed it into a pure fire attack.
SCP-682 sensed the shift.
And adapted before impact.
Its body became partially non-existent—limited nonexistent physiology. Death had nothing to grasp.
The attack passed through SCP-682.
Ineffective.
Satan stepped back.
For the first time in eternity…
He felt something close to fear.
SCP-682 raised its head, its many eyes fixed on the dragon.
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