Taken

Observing unobserved, Wisdom revelled in her work. Tim Thompson, the mortal that she had come to know as her master, had again found the virility to be with his sister. The pair were ensnared in the powers of Lust and Desire, coiled and wrapped, intertwined in a way that would be impossible to separate. As the young man shoved his face into his sister's groin while thrusting his erect penis into her mouth, Wisdom rejoiced in the memory of her daughter, Justice, convincing her to reengage with the world of humanity. Had she not, this wonderful, incredible, inspiration of a man would have expired and Wisdom's world would have continued to be cold, alone, meaningless.

Not that it had seemed meaningless at the time. Far from it. Wisdom's kingdom was vast, her vision saw the future and the past in ways that no other, mortal or immortal, could dream. In that sea of context she could have floated for all time, unbothered by the small lives of men, but unaware of what she would have missed.

"Tabby!" her lord lifted his head to grunt his lover's name in that beautiful, sing-song voice, "Baby, you're incredible!"

Then down he went again, getting as much pleasure from sucking as he did from being sucked. Perhaps she had overdone it with the oral fixation. Had there been more for her to take from that woman than she had realized?

Even so, Tim Thompson, the most important mortal in creation, would be able to overcome. There had never been a man, a human, as great as Tim Thompson. And while her old life might have seemed peaceful, Wisdom knew that her new life, proving her loyalty to her master, serving him in any way that she could, was far more fulfilling.

Tim Thompson was her everything.

And then he was gone.

There was a metallic smell, an expenditure of power, and suddenly her Tim vanished.

Time had ceased to progress as well. Tabby, the sister of her master, lay on her side, her legs spread to accommodate a head that was no longer there, her mouth open in the shape of Tim's penis, but she was alone.

Frantically, Wisdom searched the room. Another immortal had interfered, but where were they? Could it be Luck? Destiny? One of Widsom's other children? How dare they intrude in her master's life?! Whoever it was would feel Wisdom's wrath!

Then she paused.

No.

She was not Wrath.

She was Wisdom.

Something had happened to her master. Wisdom would need insight to understand what. Closing her eyes, Wisdom felt deeply at the roots of creation. Her lord had been taken, but who had the power to pull someone from the flow of time without being present? There were few who could, Wisdom being one, but the others would find no interest in Tim Thompson. The only one who would have even heard of him would have been...

Oh.

Wisdom's eyes snapped open.

It was time to go home.