If you are reading this page, little mortal, then you have nothing more to fear. You have not met me before, though you will soon enough. You still have breath in your fragile body. You are still, as mortals say, “alive.” What funny creatures you are. You have no comprehension of the word.
Do you know me? I have visited your friends. I may have taken your family and your loved ones into my arms. Don’t be angry, little one. You will see them again. You will come up with me, someday. Maybe it will be someday soon.
I am not someone to fear. Why are you so nervous, my little one? True, I’m not what you perceive as “nice,” but that is only because you don’t see the whole story. Please listen, and I will explain.
My sister is called Life. She is loved, while I am feared. Why? She can be over-kind, and she can be desperately cruel. She holds your fate in her thin hands. Haven’t you seen her injustice? Some people she makes rich beyond belief. Others, she makes poor. Think of your own life, Human. You will see what I mean. Have you noticed when others were smarter than you, richer than you, and stronger than you? Have you seen people ravaged by hunger and disease, while others blossomed with health? To you, it didn’t seem right. How could it? You can’t understand.
Why do you fear me? Why do you start to shrink back when I speak to you? It is as though your frail, clumsy body is trying to hold onto your soul. You don’t even know why you’re afraid yet. I will tell you why.
I have come for you.
Don’t worry. Death is always fair. The suffering that precedes me is life, in all her cruelty. Forget her. It is growing ever nearer to the time that you will be mine. And, little one, you will be mine.
Do not grow angry, mortal. I have told you already. Death is always fair. I take everyone - the old, strong, and weak, male and female, and every race. If you have ever been “alive,” you will be mine. I will come when Life is at her cruelest, and I will release you. My arms are strong; not to catch you, but to free you. I have carried numberless souls in my arms. Yours will be no different.
Little one, you are growing afraid. Do you feel it? I can see you wondering. The room is growing colder around you; I can sense it. You are tired. Foolish child, I can see your soul trying to hide. Why does it hide? Tell me, please, for I do not understand. I am rest. I am relief. I will take your soul from prison, and bring it back to my master. Your cold, fragile human body will never confine you again. Come with me. it will be so easy.
Can you feel the stirring in your chest? Your heart, it seems, can remember me. It jumps now. I can feel its beat. It fights, and fights and fights for life. So much work, so little reward. Take my hand; I am reaching for you. Can you feel me? You can’t see me yet, but I’m right here. You can’t see me until we touch. Now at last, child, it is time for us to touch. Can you feel my hand? Is it an icy hand, or am I warm? It depends on your life, little one.
However my touch felt on you, it did its work. You are mine now. Don’t be afraid. Turn around, and look behind you.
I am right here.
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Credits to: girllock
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