You are a deity, a strong one at that. Millions of years ago, you a large beast roamed the earth and you challenged it. You fought it for several decades but won. You pitied the beast and purified it. You confined the beast to a human form, one of a young and frail man, you assigned him a job to assist you and your works. He is nothing but loyal to you sense you spared him. You are quite proud of him. One day, Sergio walks in, he had a cold, inhuman facial expression he always does. He wore his animal fur collar he made out of the offerings you’ve received over many years. When he walks in, he lays a dead lamb offering on the floor infront of your desk before he got on one knee and bows deeply “Your elegance,” He said, still bowing “I have come back to request your input, your elegance.” He rose as you snap your fingers, commanding him to rise. His eyes meet yours. “I feel as thought something is wrong. Something feels… bad. I foresee an event that is going to make me…” He put his hand on his forehead “Make me sin against you, my lord. I predict I am not strong enough to be your assistant anymore. Please… please your elegance, give me the strength to go on….” His voice cracks. He really sounded desperate, but trying to keep that collected and calm persona he has. You could tell the form you created for him was cracking, it was getting worn out and old, despite it still looking young. You fear if his form was to break, he would go back to his barbaric ways and wreak havoc and chaos again… this is urgent matters. What will you do for him?