Ten

They say middle age has a fork and people take either one path or the other. One takes the person onward to further maturity, an outward facing mentality geared to help others. The other is a path to narcism, selfishness, an inward facing mentality that puts the self first and others a distant second.

The first path is a life that makes the most of the experiences gained over the years, helping the next generation and the community. It is one that consolidates, builds on the loving relationships in their lives and allows them to become a role model.

The second, through it has an exciting allure, is truly self destructive. It brings the person to disregard and even betray long time friends and mates as they seek to build a new self. Old relationships are disregarded, excitement and thrills are sought every bit as much as they were in the teen years. The result is a lonelier person with lower self esteem and damage to their family, often for generations to come.

This seemed not strange for Asebia as he examined the middle aged man who walked in front of him. He smirked as he watched the man try to keep up with walking like a normal man in particular.

The Healer sauntered in precipitous solicitousness, very much aware of the immense, yet gargantuan man oozing of bona fide aura behind him. He did not know what to think of the man but he loved his head on his neck, better of where it supposed to be. The man behind him could tear him in half with one hand and that is definitely not what he wanted.

The Healer unfastened the door to a hospital ward and walked inside, his face embossed with broached seriousness. To the measly humans, he was more of a solemn Medical Practitioner desiderate to go about his numerous daily activities.

But to the Sin God, he oozed of fear...fear for his dear life.

Fear became a tangible, living force that crept over the Healer like some hungry beast, immobilizing him; his brain, holding him captive. His pulse beating in his ears, blocking out all other sound.

Terror washed over him, raising the fine hairs on the back of his neck. There was no colour on his face...it seemed to have been drained. He was a mere living dead at that moment.

And Asebia knew that. He knew that a sudden shout from him could bring this Doctor to his knees. This is what he wanted.

This is what he earnestly craved.

He soughted to statute the world this way and beholding this male pathetic quivery, it made him more immersed and utterly resolved on his undertaking.

Because these weaklings deserve to be on their knees where they belong.

Right in front of him.

Asebia's smile was loathsome as he placed the incompetent female in his arms on the white sheeted bed.

Abaddon stood behind his Master, his eyes wandering around the room.

The Healer's room is more like a garden. The roof is clear giving an impression of being outside and once in a while a butterfly will alight on a nearby leaf. The beds are still metal underneath, but technology has come so far. To the touch and to the eye they appear to be bamboo, warm and rustic. There was so much talk of expense when the first pilot hospital did this, unknown to Abaddon, but the results speak for themselves. Stays are shorter, healing faster, depression negligible. Turns out these species are mainly animals after all and their "habitat" matters, that their mental and physical health are too intertwined to separate.

It was vastly white and the machines present in the room seemed quite advanced. He would not at all be surprised if it was The Demon of Sloth who helped these humans create them.

His mind wandered back to the hallways he walked with his master. The Healers home was vast. It was weirdly odd that a healer could opt to nurse the sick in an outrageously big denomination fit for a King.

What a weird world!

He wondered what will become if the seven deadly sins finally conquered the earth. The earthlings would make quite a specimen to rule over.

"Abaddon"

His head mutated to pummel or occur to with a sudden feeling of wonder or consternation, as through idiosyncrasy he shivered.

"Yes Master"

"Thou shalt protect the girl. No scratch must come upon her or thou shalt trade thy head for her body" The Sin God stated, his eyes burning deep into Abaddon's skull.

"Yes Master"

His steps were neither hesitant nor in haste as he walked out of the room.

His eyes trailed the walls and the hallways of the vast entity, seeming all strange to him. Asebia finally decided to walk back from whence he came and maybe uncover the reason for the vast nature of the hospital.

Maybe he could finally sought a way to claim earth once and for all. His thoughts were paused as he finds the receptionist whom he had met earlier walking towards him. His eyes wandered down her body, his sexual desires suddenly awakening.

Her body looked all entrancing yet ravishing. His need to devour her was so strong that his lottle member sttod at attention as the female got nearer.

He needed to experience sexual gratification and what better chance does he have than at that moment. His erection seemed pained but fantasies of sticking his little member in that woman made it worthwhile.

The receptionist stopped in front of the huge yet dangerously handsome man, noting his erection in front of her.

"We can f*ck in the bathroom if you do not mind"

Oh Asebia did not know what she met, but there her apart would he do.