| Ashur’s Atypical Adventure For Post Assyrian Actualization |
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| Byㅤ |
| Published on 12 Feb 2026 17:25 |
Mightiest God of the Windswept Plains and Soaring Skies, as well as the Most Victorious and Unchallenged Lord Deific Ashur, rested an arm against his royal throne.
He had just woken up from a hangover, and the warm lights pouring out of his esteemed Angolian Château told him that it was quite early. Yet Ashur was not worried, as a God must be vigilant and high-alert, even amongst the refined temptations he indulged in.
Though he supposed said temptations were not so tempting as of late. He had not hosted a proper banquet for some time, and while the Château showed clear signs of minor wear, he had not seen nor heard of his appointed Chaldeans as of late. Worst of all… not a single concubine had kept him company for months! And yet Ashur stood steadfast as he knew more than anyone how all ills came and went just like the wind in due time.
His divine wisdom was vindicated as the giant doors to the Château, which he had never remembered actually seeing past, slowly with a sharp creak. A mighty gust blew around him as his young eyes grasped the figure in front of him.
Oh, Eleanora, sweet yet fierce Eleanora, the thunderclap. Her sight always seemed to take Ashur's breath away, quite literally sweeping him off his feet a couple of times. Her beauty was indescribable, her subtle assets, her smile, her hair finer than the freshest grain flowing like the free ocean, and most importantly, her personality! The way she commanded presence like a raging tide, the way she laughed at his jokes, the way she carried herself….it all gave her a gentle aura of authenticity no cheap whore could ever hope to replicate. And yet such a perfect being was not spared from those wicked Gods, in their jealousy, cursing her succulent genitalia with an atrocious robbery by an even more atrocious gobli-
"H-hi Ashur! How..have you been?" Eleanora asks, a bead of sweat forming on her temple.
"Splendid! After seeing you, of course, dear Eleanora."
"I see, um, good then. Mind if we talk a bit?"
“CERTAINLY NOT!" A gust of wind blows through the room.
"Though dear Eleanora, I did want to inquire about our next banquet. I know better than anyone the important duties of godhood, but Dr. Yenma’s taming of the whisked beast has not left my mind yet, and I would very much like to see it again."
Eleanora sits down on one of the nearby stools.
"Ah, yes, that’s what I’m here to abou-well..not really. I-it’s complicated."
"Oh, how so?"
"Well,l to begin, have you been feeling Ill lately, Ashur? Any fatigue or strain when using your divine grace?"
"Not at all, I’m lovely! Well…I suppose I began to sleep a little longer a couple months. Though the other gods and my concubines have started visiting less often, so I didn’t have much to do."
"Yea we’ve all been…busy lately."
"Even the Chaldeans?"
"Hm?"
"My servants, what of them? The Château is in great condition, yet it could use some dusting off, plus a god such as I must engage in combat every once in a while, no?"
"Oh umm..we’ll that’s,fuck I should’ve rehearsed this.."
"What was that, dear Eleanora?" Are you perhaps unwell…n-no…it cannot be, perhaps…
THOSE DAMN GOBLINS!
Ashur angrily leaps out of his throne, and several leftover wine glasses shatter due to the prevailing air current. The torches on the walls are immediately snuffed out.
"NO-No Ashur, it’s nothing like that!"
The raging wind calms as Ashur slowly sits back on his throne.
"Oh. cough cough my apologies. However i must ask what worries you so."
"N-no worries. It’s just that… I’m not really a-a God."
"And?"
"E-Excuse me?"
"You’ve always been a humble deity, Eleanora; no need to be shy with me."
"No, I’m being serious. P-please don’t get mad…"
"What nonsense! You called forth the raging waters with a mere clap of your hands! Surely no ordinary being could perform such a feat!"
"Those were, umm… sprinklers. Everyone uses them."
"So what if they do? You had the skills to manufacture such a divine contraption, to give such a treasure to the masses is a lot more godly than what I’ve seen from most gods, believe me…My love for you is unbound to your status! Dear Eleanora, so do not fret!
"Please don’t make this harder than it was to be."
"I am deeply confused, dear Eleanora."
"WE LIED OKAY??? IM SORRY I DON’T KNOW HOW ELSE TO TELL YOU! NONE OF US ARE GODS, AND YOU'RE NOT IN A CHÂTEAU!"
Ashur reclined on his seat, trying and failing to process her words.
"Look…I was part of an organization that contained things like you, the supernatural, the magical, whatever. But then magic started dying, and we had to reform into a different organization to keep it alive. Back then, we just wanted you to stay here since we couldn’t risk using force, but now I just feel cruel to keep you here and-
"What of your demonstrations of divinity?"
"They were party tricks…you were um, pretty gullible."
"I see."
"So umm…"
"I’ll take my leave then.
"What are you-
CRASH
The roof of Site-81 flies off as a strong air current busts through, Ashur leaving along with it.
God of the lunar contradiction and bleeding sky, as well as deific lord of the hollow blackness and ignorant masses, Suen, sat cross-legged upon a crater.
He had made it a habit to stare at the earth in his free time. He would like to say he enjoyed the scenery, but the constant worry in his chest had long since dulled him. He did not hate his duties per se; to be honest, his work had slowed quite a bit ever since the old gods started fading. Of course, the advent of the impasse didn’t help his case, as the exhaustion after it was sometimes worse than the pain he felt during it.
Suen looked behind him, the ever stoic Sol blazing as he always did. He had not spoken with him or saulsuessor in an uncomfortable while, watching the ones he cared for most deeply slowly, either in front of him, had brought Suen great shame. Though he supposed Sol felt the brunt of said shame, Suen never knew how Sol managed to stay so steadfast in his duty. Perhaps it was his age or his size. Did he feel trapped? Guilty? Perhaps his own conviction to carry out his meaningless errands for the many pantheons was to lighten the load on him.
Yet no matter how many favors he might earn with Sol, it meant nothing to his sister and Suen’s lover. He didn’t want to think about the current state of their relationship, but he liked to think there was still some part of Saulsuessor that enjoyed his company and his jokes, which he used to do in full cosplay.
Lifting himself off the crater, his mind drifted to Ashur. Oh, Ashur, always the petulant, hard-to-raise child. He couldn’t remember how many times Ashur embarrassed him in front of his brothers. Sometimes he wondered how he had not been smited or outcast yet for all of Ashur’s behavior.
But pity from the pantheons aside, he could never bring himself to hate Ashur. Perhaps he blamed himself for his hubris, not wanting to learn the great horrors of the world, and letting him live with his own pantheon in peace.
Yet as he walked through the dark corners of the lunar surface, he knew such a thing took time, something he wasn’t sure of how much he had left. In truth, it was not just Ashur who needed his company, no, but all of humanity itself. The forces that be had left them to rot for too long, misguided and scared. Afraid of visiting lest the worst comes to pass.
And so, as Suen gazed upon the dusty white suit left beside him, he knew one thing was certain.
Mankind didn’t need a moon God.
It needed a moon champion.
Ashur stumbled through the streets of Indiana, his mind clouded more than ever before.
He had first thought to tear the Château apart in his rage, but as his feelings subsided under mid-day commotion, he knew anger would not help him. For he could barely even comprehend the words his dearest Eleanora had said. Was it a trick to rile him? Or perhaps the unknown time he had spent in the Château containment chamber was the real trick? That is what pained him most. For he didn’t even know how much of his life was but a mere distraction, a cheap folly made for the safety of the ants that would’ve knelt to him just a few centuries ago.
Looking around him made that truth even more evident. Hundreds, no, thousands of people trapping themselves in their metal cages. Shouting and yelling and beating their grievances with dirty tongues into the wind as they continue bowing to shining idols and revving engines.
Ashur felt the birds choke on black smoke as they built brittle nests from scrap, felt Gaia’s heart skip a beat while the monkeys dug wrought iron into her lungs, felt the crushing weight of a reality he had never been sober enough to see.
So he fled. Fled back into the sky where they couldn’t see, letting the winds' guiding hand take him home. A true home, not of fake pleasure and false promises. A home of Godhood in which he surely takes his rightful place as he once did.
He heard the roars of turbines and the whirrs of wings as he flew, yet did not care. They weren’t fast enough; they couldn’t be, cheap imitations they were. A mere flick of his wrist could send any automaton crashing, regardless of the damage they had done to the skies. HIS skies.
So he did not stop. Not until he could see the visage of a ziggurat. It was not one as he remembered, its frame glass and body off-center. But in his heart,t he knew this was a place of his likeness. One, he roughly descended near, wanting to enjoy the forest's delights on his way there.
Unfortunately, the clearing itself did not bear tall trees; his eyes were only now adjusting to the small bushes and hills that covered wherever he was. But it was a peculiar sight, a destroyed wooded area. A cloud of dust and debris was seemingly blocking something tall and just out of his sight. Knowing he would be found eventually, Ashur drew forth a gargantuan dome of air around the entire area, swiping away all the movements of the wind as he walked to the strange structure.
As said structure finally came into focus near eyeshot of the ziggurat. Ashur was met with three sandstone pillars.
"Reap all my fruit if you must, I beg of you to leave the bones." Said a familiar voice.
Ashur's eyes darted across the surroundings, yet they found no source for the voice.
"Who dares hide from my presence!" Ashur yelled, but his tone came out a little softer than he had hoped.
"I dare not do so, lord who shakes my prison. My name is Hepolokoli. I was once a god to some."
"I see. I am, Ashur, ruler of skies and all who tread through!"
"A noble name it is lord Ashur. Please, do not let me burden you with myself for long. The fruit trees have become full; I hope they please you."
"Nonsense! I have not come here to eat of fruit or sober myself. Hepolokoli, tell me of the way of the people so I may take my throne upon Assyria once more!"
A slight, unnatural smile slowly began to creep across Ashur's face.
In hindsight, Ashur did not know where he truly was, but the ache of his mind drew him to the first land that felt like his home.
"My deepest apologies lord Ashur, for I know no land beyond myself. I fear your kingdom has faded, as the men in coats had made a residence here for some time, but have now left."
Ashur sighed deeply and began rubbing his temple, trying to make sense of the catastrophe that had become of what he believed to be a normal day.
"The men in coats…I believe I have encountered such people as well. Perhaps not the same, they feigned godhood as they showered me with meat & drink, dulling my soul into complacency right before ripping it away. Perhaps they treated you to the site, play pretend, or not. I came here to find some semblance of my old life, yet it seems futile. The birds tell me of the new world in newer dialects. Some content, some not. I do not know where I stand."
…
"Hepolokoli."
"Yes, lord Ashur."
"Do you consider yourself a god?…"
There is no response.
"Such a question would have been absurd for me this morning…..but not my certainty wavers, and I do not know if it will ever stop wavering."
"You have no right."
"What?"
"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!"
"No right to deny your own godhood, no right to stand there and whine as the power of a thousand storms lay bare at your fingertips! You have not the knowledge of pain as I have, not the pain of the worthless, wretched, feeble god I am! You wish to rule? By all means! Take of the innocent fruit, the dust from the bones crushed into my soil as the people drew their last breaths! Just try and take initiative of these parasites who take, and take and take and take until only bleeding skulls shaped into smiles remain of who once revered you! Do as you please because, without the poison of your own feeble mind, you might actually succeed! Succeed as both ruler and retainer to a populace that truly trusts its god to save them! A god that CAN save them! Shame! Shame! Sha-
"Stop-
"Then make me stop, oh king of self-delusion! Strike me down with your mightiest wind and scatter the bones of all who wasted their prayers upon a mere fruit-giver! Pound youre sorrows into my despicable body until the only thing left of me is-
"THAT'S QUITE ENOUGH!"
"Then what is your choice?"
"I am not certain, but I shall go as the wind takes me; I shall free you on my way out."
"There is nothing to free; I remain here as I deserve. If you wish to end me…do so."
"You trivialize youre own existence so? For what it's worth, your subjects must've thought more of you."
"They thought wrong, end me or leave me, I have no right to prefer."
"I'll be back."
"So he left now, did he?" Said director Dr. Jean Karlyle Aktus of the new lighthouse-81. His old fingers were tapping rapidly on the official report, a very nervous Dr. Leads just handed to him.
"Y-yes, sir," Eleanora said, her shaking hands tucked under the table.
"Well, I’ll be damned, didn’t think I’d see it happen in my lifetime, before being killed by the guy anyway."
"Don’t say such things, director, the breach has been surprising…peaceful?"
"I suppose you’re right, getting the roof blown off was the minimum result. But still I’m concerned about how the contai -outreach team is handling this. I’m not asking you to pull out PANOPTICON here, but for god sake, why am I just now being informed about this?"
"My deepest apologies, sir, we uhh…talked it over with the rest of his containment staff and decided to not engage for the time being in fear of escalation, considering Ashur’s mental state."
"And the normalization protocols?"
"They’re pending, sir. Ashur’s unique status post impasse prevented him from being included in the first batch of normalized mythological figures. We believe it’s better to wait until the situation is resolved."
Aktus snorts and leans back in his chair. "Well, make sure to keep an eye out. let’s hope he isn’t the type to hold a grudge for more than we held him."
Mightiest God of the Windswept Plains and Soaring Skies, as well as the Most Victorious and Unchallenged Lord Deific king of the great city Assur 𒀭𒀀𒇳𒊬, craned his neck to his feet.
Ashur had long since forgotten the many roads he had mentally noted to follow. The world itself shrank to the space between his dirty white tee and his mud-covered shoes. He did not bother himself to think, for the pain of his own circumstance stung deeper than any unnecessary hangover or faux battle. The sharp stones within his chest numbed his screaming muscles as he continued to roll over whatever "path" he hoped the winds would carve.
With every other step, the desire to stop rose to the back of his mind. He had the power, all the power he could ever want. It would be so easy to just blow it all away, from the soil to the soldiers to the servants to the sun itself, he could shake like a babe holding a piece of candy.
But he continued to walk through the badlands, continued to walk until townsfolk rushed their children inside, continued to walk until the mad drivers laid their hands off the car horns out of fear.
He continued to walk until he fell into the arms of a familiar face.
"This is quite the evening walk, even for you, eh?"
Ashur's legs finally gave out before the man, the grime from his shoes rubbing against the dirt.
"F-ehaugh…Suen?"
"F-f-father? HAHA! GUESS OLD TIME IS GETTING TO ME! WAIT UP, I'M CALLING LUGALBANDA!"
"What are you doing here?"
"To pick you up, obviously, i havent seen you since the impasse, and Nurgal be damned, you look awful!"
Suen sets Ashur down on the barren ground, looking over his shoulder to gaze at the setting sun.
"Say, what's my guillbule lord up to? Rejected again? I keep telling you t-
"Dont call me that."
"O-okay…You alright there, man?"
"You were part of this, right? The lie?"
"Oh…so that's why they didn't answer my questions."
"Please leave, Suen. I wish to be alone."
"I'm afraid i dont have the authority to do such a thing."
"But you did while I was in the château."
….
Suen sighs.
"I have no excuses to give you."
"Suen."
"Yes, Ashur?"
"Do you see me as a god?"
"That should be obvious."
"Is it? You haven’t answered."
"No…. Not really."
"That figures."
Ashur lets go of Suen and stands up to shake the dust from his clothes.
"I guess I’ve never seen you as much of a father either, though it’s not like I had much to compare you to."
"When did you figure it out? The whole custody thing."
"I've had alot of time to think today, though knowing that you're my father definitely makes things…"
"Awkward?"
"Disappointed. Always knew my parents left me for…whatever, but this is just exhausting."
"Follow me."
"No. Why should I? How long must I follow the leads of those who claim to know my best interests? You deceived me!"
"Ashur jus-
"NO! So-called gods through and through all of you!"
"Calm dow-
"I refuse! I go where the wind takes me!"
"The wind does not take! It drags whoever falls into the storm. You were born with mandate over them, yet you surrender yourself to such fickle rebellion?"
"You want a god? Fine, you’ll get a damn god!"
A cutting sound echoes through the surrounding biome. Suen’s space suit tears at his left thigh.
"Is this a challenge, Ashur?"
"No, it’s a divine order. Leave, or I'll make you."
SLAM
Suen's fist roughly connects with Ashur's nose, sending him flying towards a nearby rock formation.
"Phew, glad I finally have an excuse to get this off my chest. Never got to give you a proper ass beati-
A blade of compressed air shoots through the ebbing dust, Suen barely managing to pull up his visor in time. Letting it shatter as protection.
Ashur immediately propels himself forward from the rock formation. pieces of rubble bursting through the air into differnt direction as Ashur gears up to deliver a straight punch.
Suen sidesteps the hit, bringing down his palm on Ashur's back and letting his body scrape along the ground. Ashur clutches his knees panting, the large gashes on his skin beginning to bleed a viscous black liquid.
"Ouch." Suen lets out a hiss as he pats down his now dusty suit, beginning to leisurely walk towards Ashur.
As he sees Suen beginning to close in, Ashur launches multiple gusts of wind through the area. The shredded remains of his tee and jacket flying off his body.
Suen shrugs off the pushing force, reaching out to grab a decorated spear from an invisible fold in space as he strides forth. Ashur sends ouıt another barrage of air blades every other second, steadily dragging himself away, attempting to stand up.
"So, how's your first actual fight?" Suen scoffs as every air blade clatters against his spear right before dissipating.
"Boring." Ashur launches himself in the air with periodic gusts towards the ground, leaving a cloud of dust and debris before suen.
Suen leans on his knees, prepared to chase after Ashur, right before a counterforce suddenly pushes against him on all sides. His Jetpack worthlessly thrusting against the ground. The kinetic energy from which damages said ground even further as the giant hand of air grasping him comes into view, while Ashur remains suspended in the sky.
Suen begins to struggle against the hand, streaks of the surrounding light refracting into his body. Ashur propels himself slightly higher before weaving his hands into an improvised motion. The resulting air current seeps into the cracks in the earth, quickly building pressure until all of the damaged land and sharp stones fly upwards with another hand sign.
The ground surrounding the two finally collapses into a crater, causing Suen to lose his footing right before Ashur's view is obscured. Ashur, still shaken up, searches within the plume of dust. As he attempts to find an opening to steady himself, a small light catches his eye right before blasting towards his chest.
The spear pierces Ashur's side with malicious precision, sending him crashing towards a mountain. Causing its peak to be flattened over Ashur. Suen rises from the crater, immediately rushing beside Ashur on a path of thin light. He bends down to grab the spear still lodged in Ashur's chest when a concentrated gust of wind swats Suen away for 5 meters.
"You're still at this? By Nergal, I must commend your resilience. I wonder who you got it from?"
Ashur clutches the spear, barely managing to raise his body from the mountainside.
"You… still do not understand. You pretend to care for me as a king entertains the notions of his advisors. You betray me, beat me, and still believe yourself deserving of even a shred of respect, you damned animal?! How long did you expect me to remain inside that damned "château", suffocation in my own stupid hope that I was owed respect. But from whayt i have seen, you have become, no! Always been a disgrace of a parent, no!, a disgrace of a god!"
"Watch thine tongue, Ashur."
"NO! My friend told me the burdens of godhood, and they are great for even a self-proclaimed failure! But you? What have you done if not kiss the arses of every deity in Uruk just to leash me like a dog? You tell me of my will over the skies, and yet anger when the wind does not sit and wait for your schedule?
Suen sighs.
"I sang and danced for my people, ate with them, shared stories over shared troubles, for what? In my naiveté i saw a world that needed my blessing, which wanted to give their faith to me! Yet all I get is mockery!"
"Are you quite finished?"
"Is that all you have to say for yourself, Suen?"
"I've never been good with words."
"Very well."
Ashur snaps his fingers, and a screen of steam blows on Suen's face for merely a second, leaving him seemingly alone on the mountainside.
"Wha-
SLAM
Ashur's foot connects with Suen's neck, a micro-darkflash forming for a second at the base of two magical forces. The resulting energy launches Suen's body through the mountain, the sound slowly fading into a faint booming at the base.
Ashur tears off the spear from his side before slowly gliding off the mountain, using a bubble of compressed air to keep his wounds steady as he descends atop a nearby hill.
"Should’ve just stabbed me." Suen laughed, standing right behind Ashur. His space suit was gone completely, replaced with a golden helmet and a ceremonial gown that highlighted his matte black skin.
"How di-
Suen rushes in for a right elbow, hitting Ashur square in his chest along with a barrage of further physical blows. Ashur attempts to counter, using a tailwind to increase his maneuverability. Suen stomps his foot on Ashur’s, locking him in place for a series of punches followed by a roundhouse kick.
A wall of solid air blocks the kick before Ashur thrusts a finger into Suen’s neck, a spinning current around it acting as a drill. Suen cries out as the same black liquid gushes from the wound. In response, he quickly bats Ashur away with a slap across his wounded side.
Ashur barely hovers inches off the ground while Suen charges again, two air tendrils grounding his feet as he wraps his legs around Suen’s shoulders. Ashur times his left arm with his right, pointing at Suen as a small bubble forms and immediately explodes into steam in Suen’s face.
Suen attempts to throw Ashur over his shoulders, only to grasp at air. Realization dawns on Suen’s face as he immediately discharges a wave of light at the surroundings, causing the reflective air covering Ashur right behind him to break.
Using the split-second moment of opportunity, Suen turns around and throws a kick between Ashur’s legs, sending him upwards.
Ashur cushions himself by dragging a cloud towards him. He manages to stabilize atop it while hovering his hand over his divine jewels, his entire body shaking from the impact.
"How dishonorable!" Ashue screamed towards the ground, the pain pushed back by his adrenaline beginning to overflow across his body.
"Honor? You speak as if this is a duel. It is certainly not." Suen opens his hand, his spear dashing into it as more and more light circulates around him.
"In that case, there's no point in dragging this on, I have a friend to visit after all!"
"Oh? By all means, will the ignoramus fooled by mere party tricks truly perform a godly feat? Or have you already reached your limit as a man?"
"You shall have my answer with this!"
Ashur raises his right arm upwards, storm winds and air currents slowly mashing together. The clouds themselves shirek out as the horizon itself begins to whirl into a chaotic chachophay of tornados and hurricanes. Ashue himself is staggered by the pressure; the wind-based padding covering his wounds rip apart, gushing forth into streams that scatter for miles. Suen watches on the cracked soil as fiery hurricanes and ice-cold winds collide and conjoin. Eventually, the minute-long catastrophe that would've felt like Armageddon to any man or beast crashes down on Ashur. Within the death spiral of his own making, Ashur clamps his open palm down. A unnaturaly clean line stretching across the skyline, transforming into a bow within Ashur's grasp.
"Hah! Now that's nostalgic, I still remember Enlil giving you youre first bow!"
"Shut up!" Ashur screams out, his cries almost certainly falling on deaf ears on account of the destructive orchestra occurring around him.
Ashur draws his left arm behind his right with a divine precision etched into his very being. A giant circular tailwind appeared above him, blocking out the sun itself for a moment before pushing and condensing all of the collected kinetic and magical force into a twisting pillar that almost resembled an arrow.
"Don't leave me hanging here, Ashur…" Suen begins to snap his fingers, sending small beams of light in many directions with each, while simulating a 'come here' motion with his other hand.
Ashur's spell suddenly doubles in rotation, Ashur himself recoiling at the sheer irony of his so-called father's statement. Taking one last breath as deep as he ever has, Ashur let's go.
"AN=ANU-
CRACK
Suen punches directly through Ashur's ribcage, unnumbered beams of light which had been scattered before all searing his eyes simultaneously. Suen waves a hand motion he's done before millions of times, the resulting magical sphere dispelling Ashur's spell instantly.
"Ack-"
Suen drives the punch further, putting all of his weight into sending Ashur upwards. His broken body flying into the atmosphere like a ragdoll.
One moment, Ashur's eyes catch the edge of the world.
The next moment, he stops breathing.
The two beings steadily float through the dark expanse of outer space, Ashur gasping for non-existent air as he holds himself in a fetal position. The many cracks and holes in his body continue spilling out that matte black liquid, the cold creating a sheet of frost across his skin. Several satellites circle them like hawks with symbols on them that Ashur barely recognized.
"The pain will go away soon." Suen said assuredly, his hand lay meters away from Ashur.
Ashur could not respond.
"Didn’t think it’d go this far." He pours all of his remaining magic directly into Ashur.
Ashur couldn’t respond.
"I wanted to be there for you." His hand brushes Ashur's hair.
Ashur did not respond.
"For what it’s worth, you’ve grown." Suen says, watching their figures pass by the lonely moon, softly guiding Ashur's body towards the only place left to go.
"No thanks to you," Ashur whispered out, his eyes shot out towards the sun he watched shine upon him every day with a familiarity he could not grasp. He felt his body beginning to adapt to the cold.
"I'm sorry, Ashur."
"I dont belive you." His skin flakes off more and more from his wounds, the black liquid starts covering the exposed flesh.
"I understand."
"I don’t think I can ever trust anyone again."
"That’s fine."
"Is it?"
"I can’t pretend to be happy about it, but I won’t pretend I wasn’t a part of it."
There is a brief silence as the two get closer and closer to the sun.
"Father?"
"Yes, Ashur?"
"How old am I really?"
"Never thought you'd care."
"Never did before now."
"Well, in that case…"
"Happy birthday."
ITEM №: VNP-3740
Specification: VNP-3740 is a humanoid onto-thaumic entity identified as Ashur, the Assyrian-Babylonian god of air and head of the Assyrian pantheon of deities.
Previously appearing as a baseline human male, VNP-3740’s appearance has undergone drastic alterations since its release from SCP-Foundation containment. These alterations are as follows:
- Matte black material exhibiting minor light-absorbing properties that covers the entirety of VNP-3740’s bodily surface.
- An increased height of 243.84 centimetres.
- Two retractable sets of arms.
- Several metallic runes with a golden hue throughout the midline, presumably of Antediluvian origin.
VNP-3740’s ontokinetic properties have also greatly increased, boasting further control over meteorological phenomena, airborne chemicals, the global atmosphere, the visual spectrum, gravitational forces, and telepathic communication with "all creatures whom my brother in law’s light touches."1
Normalization Protocols: VNP-3740 has been asked to attend several seminars pertaining to Assyrian history, as well as aid Vanguards operations using his capabilities.
Appendix.3740-1: Lighthouse-81 has motioned for VNP-3740 to be stationed within Dr. Lead's apartment complex for the time being. VNP-3740 has yet to respond.