Five

Asebia grappled his fists, his silver eyes gyrating in myraid indignation. He had to get a job done but now conveyed a female in his car who seemingly desired to be clutched by the jaws of death and sent to rot away in. His hands seized the steering wheel, teeth gritting in sizzling wrathfullness.

What was wrong with him?

One week in the human world and he was already muddling things up. He did not even know why he saved her from the jaws of death in the first place. He would have left her to hang herself and die a painful death. He would have allowed the Strzgyous (soul sucking demons of hell) to devour her soul and send her to everlasting damnation.

But no....

He did not do that.

Instead, he felt a imperative goad to redeem this female from the hands of the soul sucking demons who knew no mercy and savagely fed on souls, not caring for whence they came or where the soul was housed.

Asebia looked at his rear view mirror, his eyes fixed on the sack in which contained the female.

What was so special about this girl? Why did he save her?

Why?

Why did his heart skip a beat the moment he laid his eyes on her?

It had been centenniels since he had heard his immortal heart beat. But here he was, wondering what unexplainable sorcery this woman held to make his heart beat again after all these years.

Asebia's heart should not be beating. He is a devil without a heartbeat. It had faded as he lived longer. Why has it come back then?

What did this female do to him?

His eyes went back to the road, his thoughts going haywire. If he does not get this under control, this woman could ruin him. He had to find the rationale for this, and he had to do it expeditiously to eschew gratuitous dawdle in his plans.

The end was coming, and he had to be prepared for it.

Asebia drove into his pavement and parked his car. He stepped out took the bag which housed the female with him. He would make sure he disposes of her after he comprehends her witchcraft. For now, she would be in his earthly house confined till he finds her root of sorcery.

"My Lord" The men stationed in front of his mansion greeted , their head bowed in reverence to their Master. They opened the big door for him, and he walked through it with the bag in his arms.

"My Lord" Abaddon,his trusted Second in Command accosted, bowing to his Master in deference.

"Have thou apprehended from the Six Deadly Sins?" Asebia questioned, taking the descending stairs leading to the basement with his Second in Command behind him, his head bowed and his hands behind his back.

"Nay My Lord. It seems The Six Deadly Sins need not to be traced as they have hidden their locations quite well"

"It seems they do not want to be found. I do not bother about those meddling fools though for I have a world to conquer" Asebia said, his grey eyes swirling with pride. As long as those infidels are far away from him, he would do what he came here to do in serenity.

"I fear to ask Master, but what dost thou carry?" Abaddon's eyes were on the bag, not understanding why his Master would be so interested in a bag.

Asebia walked into the dungeons and placed the bag on the floor. He opened it and carefully carried the female out, not wanting to cause any injury to her fragile skin.

The Second in Command's eyes were wide in apprehension as he observed his Master maneuver a female with utter solicitude. Prior to ruling the Kingdom of Hell with Asebia, this is the first time he had seen him convey something or someone with concern. The God of Sin is mainly incautious, negligent and reckless but now, He is seeing a God who carries a female with utter caution.

What had gotten into his Master?

What seemed to have possessed His master to care?

Aye, Lord Satanus is surely faultless of having beleaguered His Master for if it was Him, it would be quite manifested. Lord Asebia can never be controlled, neither jurisdicted, for He is the Sin Himself and even Lord Satanus will not at all stand a chance against him. His conception about Lord Satanus taking possession of His Lord evanesced, for it is precisely insurmountable to possess Asebia, the God of Sin.

What then could be the cause for His Master's eerie behaviour?

Asebia tied the female's hands firm and lay her on the frigid and gelid denuded flooring. His eyes roamed the female's face, awestricken by the diabolism that could make a woman so appealing yet hazardous.

Precarious enough to make Him unbound His cognition and gumption.

Perilous enough to make him want to protect the fragile thing.

He stood up and faced Abaddon who still peered at the female who made His Master demented.

For some reason, the God of Sin did not like the way Abaddon's eyes roamed the female's body. His jaws clenched, reaching for Abaddon's throat.

"Ma...."

"Thou shalt not cast an eye on the maiden. Only I can look at her" The God of Sin closed his eyes and opened them, not understanding why he reacted the way he did.

His fists clenched as he muttered dangerously.

"She is mine... and I alone can look at her" he turned and walked away, his Second in Command shaken and surprised at the same time.

What has gotten into His Master?