Author's Note: I decided to take a little break from medical kink this week. Instead, I ended up doing something a little bit different. It looked like Allen was going to be raped again, but that was just rotting fruit on the ground. You can all thank the song, "Personal Jesus" by Depeche Mode for this key. I heard it while listening to a Seven Deadly Sins- Pride playlist. From there, the key wrote itself. There was one more scene I was going to add, but I am saving that for next week. I think I might expand the season through all of February. I will see how I feel as the days go on. I know what I am going to do next week. For now, enjoy this week's key.

Key Eleven: Sick:

This was a catch-and-release situation. There wasn't any security around. Allen just got up and walked out of the clinic. That was… easy… Almost too easy…

Allen didn't have a good feeling about this.

He could see what was going on here. The angel issued himself a challenge not to say what he was thinking out loud. He took in a breath and walked out of the building.

Night had fallen. There was no one in sight. Allen wasn't going to take any chances. He needed to get out of here. He lifted his chin and held his breath. There was no plan. The angel just ran.

He tried to ignore the meowing in the dark. Allen shut his eyes and tried to ignore it.

"Where are you going?"

No! He wasn't going to fall for it. Allen pushed himself to keep walking.

"Aw, you aren't going to talk to me? How mean!"

Allen puffed up his cheeks. Please leave me alone. It doesn't help that he doesn't know where he's going. At this point, it didn't matter anymore. He just wanted to get out of here. Even if this was a…

Don't say it. Don't say it!

"Don't say what?"

Allen gritted his teeth. Do not engage. Do not engage. Do not engage!

The next thing he knew, the angel was tackled straight to the ground. He let out a low grunt. Allen tried to get up, but there was a heavy weight pinning him down.

"Don't ignore me!"

Allen turned his head. A pair of golden yellow eyes stared down at him. Were they… frowning at him? He felt a hard punch to the back.

"So rude! I was talking to you! Bad! Bad! Bad!" They kept punching him in the back. Allen barely got a chance to breathe.

"Stop! Stop it!" he shouted. The punching got worse before it stopped. He heard a breath over his head.

"You are bad! Now I have to punish you!"

The angel's eyes widened. He couldn't even get up and look at who was doing this to him. The weight kept him pinned in place. If he still had his powers, he'd…

"Hm… How should I punish you?"

"You could just let me go?" That wasn't supposed to come out as a question.

"Now why would I do that?"

"I just want to go home."

"And where is that?"

"Heaven."

Laughter floated over his head in the air. "Heaven? What makes you think they will want you back?"

"They are still looking for me!"

"You sure?" Why were they doing this? He shouldn't be talking to this creature. This was all in his head. All of it. But she still managed to seep in. And it was getting worse.

"Please let me go."

"Not until I punish you first."

"Please… You don't have to do this."

"But you refused to talk to me." Another punch to the back. Allen started to try and wiggle free. A knee buried itself deeper into his lower back. The angel gritted his teeth.

"Ah! I have just the thing." A ghostly grabbed him by the hair. Allen felt himself getting dragged down the street.

"You want to get to Heaven so badly, huh? Let me help you see the dark side of Heaven!" Her laughter rang throughout the darkness.

Allen lifted his head. Thousands of candles cut through the black. Through the little lights, he found himself in an abandoned church. This place had not been cared for in years. The ceiling looked like it was about to cave in. The wooden pews were chipped and cracked. The dull-looking stained-glass windows were broken, letting in a cold breeze. The dust everywhere didn't make things any better. Only thing missing was the spiders.

Allen tried to stand up but found that he couldn't. Against his better judgment, the angel looked down. His wrists were nailed down to an iron throne. No matter how hard he struggled, he was nailed there in place. The laughter increased in sound. The angel slowly looked up to see a sea of ghoulish faces. The golden eyes stepped forward. Her words echoed in his brain.

"And I will cast abominable filth upon thee, and make thee vile, and will set thee as a gazingstock." She turned to the sea of faces.

"Behold! This is the King of Heaven!"

A spotlight was cast upon Allen. The angel tried to look away from the brightness. A crown of iron was fastened to his head. His feet were nailed to the throne. The faces howled like rabid animals.

"All hail the king! All hail the king! All hail the king!"

The chanting sounded like painful music. Clapping filled the air. The Golden eyes were standing next to him. A ghostly hand took hold of his cock. Allen shivered away from her as she started stroking him. Giggling filled his right ear.

"Would you like Mama to blow you?" she asked. Teeth started nibbling on his right ear.

"No!" Allen roared. "Get away from me!" He felt a sharp bite in his neck. The angel could hear himself screaming over the chanting and howling.

"You will never reject me again!"

The Golden eyes turned to the adoring crowd.

"Your king has rejected you! Are you going to stand for this?"

"No!"

"Take your revenge! Devour him!"

"Yeah!"

Allen didn't fight back. He already knew what this was. She had already taken over his mind after all. It was only a matter of time before she won.

Even still, he wouldn't let go. There was only one thought he had left.

I won't lose.

Just as predicted, everything went black.