[ WP ] The personification of Death is a very discerning creature , and has n't let you die for centuries . This is your 200th meeting with Death .

`` Death.'' 
 
 The echo of my own voice resonated in the ancient temple. I knew my way in there like countless other times. 
 
 `` Xlompotl.'' 
 
 She did n't speak per se. Her voice sounded like a mortuary blanket being dragged on the floor. 
 
 I always felt fear near her. But I was getting used to it. I tried to be irreverent so many times, but I knew better then. 
 
 `` You know we will not be able to meet here many more times. People will eventually find this place and turn it into a museum or something worse.'' 
 
 `` Do n't waste Time. Recite.'' 
 
 I've started my already old statement. I did n't change it for the last two centuries because she found it adequate. 
 
 `` The Tzolk'in was a Chiccan and the day was set for the sacrifice of a hundred and fourty four virgins. The priests said the gods needed the sacrifice and we had to comply. The gods were deeply unsatisfied with us for a long time and that precipitated a multiplication of blood and gold taxes. I was a collector and Xlitl'ac was offered as a payment by her family.'' 
 
 I was in a monotonous monologue, in my mandatory litany, but then something happened and I started to speak instead of reciting. I do n't know what I've said exactly, but I've started thinking aloud... 
 
 The time among the normal people was n't spent in a cage. I've learnt much on my many lives and death attempts and was forced to come back again. I took advantage of my suffering and grew enormous fortunes that put myself in a powerful position. But every time is was done with the world and wanted to end it, I could n't. I was devoid of the power of controlling my own death. I was once a proud Mayan executioner and then a slave. And then a fugitive and had to start over many times. But, in the end, when we're strip naked in front of her, we are nothing. 
 
 `` I took for granted what I did for a living.'' I think I started. `` I thought nothing of it. I was one more of the many killers for the Mayan empire. We did n't even think of it as doing something wrong in the name of the empire. I thought nothing of it. 
 
 Days like those were exhausting. I had many more than I can even remember. Some of them... some of the offerings... of the people, was numb by the fear. They were like porks after they just give up... so tired. 
 
 And that day I saw her in the line.'' I remember I started sobbing when I recalled her face. I will never forget that face. `` She was the gem of the sacrifice. The last one. We made the altar to be clean for her. After I saw her, I did n't feet tired and I should. I did n't knew she was yours. I felt she was something special. In retrospective, were not they all?'' 
 
 We stood in silence for I do n't know how much time. 
 
 `` We were so wrong with our gods. They were just in their homes drinking and eating and feasting the control they had on their people. We knew nothing about absolutely nothing. So many lives. So many more after her. And she accepted her fate.'' 
 
 I do n't remember what I said afterwards because I was crying so much. I was washing myself inside with my tears. I was shaking when I finished and felt so ashamed of everything. 
 
 And She... She was gone.
