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Abel lay on his bed staring at the roof in his room. The bright roof had every color imaginable, painted on it. They all meshed together forming a large picture of his family. All the kids he had adopted in his life time, those he had ever considered to be apart of his family, Seth, Lilith, even Cain was in it. All those who he had ever held dear, whether still alive or not where all painted on his roof.

How many years had passed since he was on mars? For that matter, how many had passed since he was with the AX? Or, when he came back as the emperor? Just thinking about it made him feel old. He must be at least ten thousand years old. At the time he didn't feel like doing the math to figure it out. Perhaps he should ask Seth, she'd know for sure.

The Armageddon had happened 4 times in Abel's life. All the destruction, and pain it caused brought sorrow to Abel's heart. No matter how hard he tried, he was could never prevent these wars from happening. The Armageddon would end and only a fourth or third of the people would be left living. These people would thrive for two thousand years or so. After that, science and knowledge would corrupt the people's minds, sending them into yet another war, another Armageddon. The cycle was never ending, each time, worse then the last.

After the second Armageddon he and Seth had decided it would be best to close off the empire to outsiders. Thanks to that he hadn't been in the outside world for a long time.

If only- if only there were a way to stop another from happening. If only those power hungry fools cold see all the damage their ancestors had caused. If only- Abel shook his head at the mere thought of it. It was silly, and would never happen.

"Brother!" Seth's voice traveled through his door followed by it creaking open. His sister stepped in wearing a green and white dress, with gold snaking through it. Her green eyes flashed with anger as she stomped to him.

Abel sat up and ran a hand through his long silvery hair. "Hi Seth, what's up?"

"Don't 'what's up,' me brother! You knew we had a meeting with our council today! Even if you are the emperor it doesn't give you the right to just skip out on your job! Many of the council members are getting fed up with it. Since I'm your sister I'm the one who gets yelled at, for it!" Seth grabbed Abel hand and pulled him off the bed so he was forced to stand.

Abel sighed as he wondered how he was going to tell Seth all that had been on his mind. A small smile grew on his face as he decided to just say it in the simplest way possible. His sister was probably going to think him crazy. Heck, it even made him think he was crazy, and that alone said a lot.

"Hey, are you even listening to me?" Seth said huffily and waved a hand in his face. "You're not, are you! What I said is nothing to laugh about!" this only caused Abel's smile to widen. "I mean it brother, I'm tired of you skipping out on our meetings! Making the empire strong again, is our top priority, not trying to catch up on lost sleep."

"Hahaha," Abel laughed at how serious Seth looked. He patted her head as he wiped tears away with his other hand. "I'm sorry sister," he said trying to keep the laughter from his voice. "I've just had other things on my mind."

"Like?"

"Um well. What if I…"

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"You want to what!" Seth yelled, and stared up at her brother with big eyes. That was the craziest idea she had ever heard. Was her brother starting to loose his mind? There was no way that would ever be possible!

"Well if I-"

"I know what you said, idiot!" Seth said. She unconsciously flinched as she remembered how Astharoshe Asran used to speak to her brother, in this manner. Oh, how she missed all her children from the past. Seth pushed the thought away, she didn't need to be getting emotional at a time like this. Especially if her brother really was getting senile from old age. "Abel do you need to see a psychiatrist?"

"Of course not, I'm totally sane… Well, as sane as one can be when they're over ten thousand years old. After you reach a certain age you can't really consider people sane," Abel responded, and shook his head, as he thought on it. He had a large smile on his face as if he were about to laugh. Even still Seth could see how the weight of all those years affected him.

His eye's mirrored all the experience he had with this corrupted world. Even the look he had in his eyes when he had been a thousand couldn't compare to the wisdom she saw in them now. Abel was filled with more knowledge then even the oldest methuselah could wish to have. He was like a walking talking computer, he didn't even need electricity to work.

"Okay fine," Seth sighed. "But you better not go missing for eight hundred years like you did before. If you do I'll hunt you down my self; and drag you back, by your hair if I have to."

"Don't worry sister. You don't need to treat me like a child. Need I remind you that I'm older then you are?"

Seth rolled her eyes at his unoriginal comment. Man she must be crazy for going along with his plan, but then again if it worked… it would save many lives. And... she wouldn't need to deal with the councils complaints about Abel being lazy, there was a point.

"You should tell-" Seth stopped mid sentence and smirked. Her brother had already left. 'Good luck, Abel.'

Seth walked out of the room to tell the others about her brothers insane, self assigned mission. And she thought life couldn't get any more boring after living so long. Abel had better bring some interesting stories for when he came back home.

A/N: *Author is currently hiding under a desk...*