"To think that it was only 50 years ago, we were just a dream a feared, and shunned part of the world... truly this is the work of the gods." A dark un-identified voice comments as a lone dark figure faces a brick wall standing 30 feet high and 30 feet wide. Imprinted on its blackened and polishes face was a glowing and vibrant Emblem. Once a cause of fear and panic if seen this symbol bring peace to the man’s soul, and humbles him to the frailty of his body. Though his moment of silence was cut short as a scythe of pure silver ripped out of the wall in front of him and severed his body into five pieces. As his eyes and mouth hung open in shock the one face he thought he had lost, the one man he prayed he was never going to see again appeared in front of him. Taking its form out of the wall that he was once touching reveling in the power that he felt.
"Truly my brother, this is the will of the gods. But even they have fallen by our hands. And now there is just one of us left... And there shall be no one to challenge me." The new comer comments. His voice being considerably younger. Though hidden deep within the calming and soothing tones and notes in his words there was venom of power and control. A passion to see the world coated in blood and burning with the fires of hell. He was a dark and twisted fool who’s only thought was to get stronger and challenge any fool that stood against him. "This place will be your tomb my brother, and no man woman or child will find this place again. Your mark, the one you branded on your back to gain power will not come back to this world. I shall make sure of it." the voice calls again as his brothers body falls apart and spills out into a pool of cold, pitch black blood that hisses with the sound of acid and smelt like honey. But the young man was not finished yet he picked up the boy parts and spread them into each of the room’s corners. And then staked the head and higher torso up against the center of the walls mark. Smirking darkly the man lets out a gentle laugh thinking that it seemed like a fitting end to the war monger. A few moments later that same room shook with the force and violence of an earthquake. Its main entrance was sealed and everything but that lone room was completely destroyed. Nothing but scraps survived and that the man hoped would be enough to end that finally destitute of his own personal war.
You are a impassive observer to this event in legend. as the rocks and lights begin to die out and fall around you your field of vision suddenly goes back and in big bold red letters you read 'END OF RECORD'.
the little chunk of history you just observed happened near the end of the beast wars. though victory was in sight there were parts of the world, and people within the army that had taken too much damage from the fighting. various groups started to form within the ranks of the SCP, more like bands of brothers they slowly turned more competitive against one another and often times undermined the battle effectiveness of the units on the battle field. So they were band, it took five long years of inter conflict to drag all the power being wasted out into he battle field for the final push into the Barbegazi Ice fields.
after that battle stories coming very close to this one started to spread through out the SCP, and even the world. planting the seed that the SCP, and its near limitless power was making to many gains, getting to strong and was a platform to rule the hole world under a dictatorship. though as the years passed with out reaction, and the actual draw back of the SCP numbers lowering the people soon fond a place for this tale. Legend, and that is where it has survived acting as a fore warning of betrayal and what all man must avoid, things like greed, lusting for power, a desire to be stronger then any in the word. though the symbol lived on as mere art.
Features of the Corrupted
Though a young origination the group has seen massive expansion within the past few years. it total member count in unknown. Areas of operation are unknown, in truth there is little known period about the group that has made its mark and target the SCP. their goal is also unknown, though it is rumored that they with to over throw the global power and influence that the SCP holds and turn the world as it once was, wild and pit man against one's self.
the main reason that their numbers can not be completely identified is because of how their ranking system marks their official members. all members are allowed to chose a place to have the mark imprinted on their bodies, knowing that it total size, notes the level of their commitment to the cause, but it must also be easy to sight. in order to prevent out sliders from seeing or hearing what happens between the ranks.
New bloods: after choosing the site are branded literally, with the dead center of the symbol, a ring, after which point their wound it shoved into a white power, and then wrapped up. as the wound heals the power reacts with the skin cells turning them a vibrant white no matter the base skin color. and often times the combined powder compound and the small electrical currents running through the bodies glows a soft green in darker areas.
Trusted: upon proving their loyalties, and dedication the New bloods are accepted fully into the family of the Corrupted, and as proof their mark is expanded, with the second ring of the mark. a full circle with three indents into the ring in a Y axis. is again burned into their skin and treated with the same material.
Veteran: As their skills grow and their influence expands within the group Trusted's are offered the chance to rise to the rank of Veteran. to reach this level they must first make a kill against the SCP's ranks. most often they target recruits or troops that have just gotten into the field and almost never ever engage specials. An easy kill is nothing, but a sign of your willingness to kill for the name burned into your skin. after a successful hunt the members are taken into a room with 12 Veterans and a single master. first their skin is dabbed down with a black ink in the shape of the full bio hazard symbol. and then doused with Lime, turning the mark into a sever chemical burn that they must endure until all in the room agree that they will make a good addiction to the senior ranks. at which time their hand is poured over with vinegar neutralizing the burning.
Master: with the mark all but completed the symbols for master is the ever continuing ripples towards the center. showing their knowledge of the group and their ability to work at every level. the rings are created with a razor blade cutting into the skin and that white power getting injected into the wounds for the full effect.
Name: Bergoth Mortem