Two Decisions

Perhaps because of his great desire to improve and atone, Maliketh was the first one to step through the portal and take up the task.

He dropped to one knee in front of Abaddon after taking a moment to note his new appearance.

"…My eyes seem not to have failed me before. The master has become a being of true transcendence in our time apart. This pleases me greatly."

"I am touched by your sentiment." Abaddon sneered.

Maliketh was the servant he would have preferred to come the least.

It wasn't easy to see the face of the man who provided you your very first brush with death- even if it wasn't actually him.

"Abaddon..? What's going on here?" Yemoja finally couldn't hold onto her curiosity anymore and asked the burning question.

Abaddon smiled at her pitifully.

"I'm sorry, Yem. But this little fascination of yours seems to have eaten something he shouldn't have. I'm responsible for extracting it."

"You mean…?"