[ WP ] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die

I sat in a lovely embroidered chair, in a lavish office that looked like something out of a James Bond movie. 
 Sitting across from me was an old man whose eyes looked like they had seen infinity and hated it. 
 The entire room was basked in a musky orange colour emanating from a single lamp sitting on his desk. 
 His breathing came in laboriously, yet consistent and deep. Aside from his long breaths taken in and out, one might think he was dead. 
 I sat in what felt like uncomfortable silence, as he continued to dig into me with those piercing eyes. They were grey. It occurred to me that, before now, I had never seen grey eyes. 
 I did n't like it. 
 The silence drew on, until, at last, he gave a heavy wheeze, and began to speak. His voice sounded like a broken violin played by a nail, and it moved as slowly as his breath. 
 `` My name is Surpentis. I invited you here to my estate because I have.... A proposition.'' His tongue dipped in and out of his mouth consistently. It seemed as if even his words ached of old age. 
 I stared back at him. `` Yes, but I do n't possibly know what you have that I could want.'' 
 The old man closed his eyes and gave something that seemed like a smile. Then a sound arose from his throat that sounded like a cross between a gag and a chuckle. 
 `` I know more about you than you would think, Mr. Davis.'' 
 His gaze did not break, but he did pause to take in a second breath, his tongue dipping in and out ever so slightly. Every inhale let out a slight, involuntary squeak from his throat. He paused another moment, and then opened his mouth. `` I know you have cancer. And I know you have children. But I suppose I repeat myself...'' 
 He paused to give another throaty laugh that sounded like a dying narwhal. 
 `` What I have heard is that.. you have a rare type of tumour. One that is inoperable.. and completely and utterly fatal.'' 
 I was confused. These were secure medical records that only I was supposed to know about. He had stolen them for his own personal gain. I opened my mouth to speak, but was interrupted. `` Do not worry. I have not told anyone. I understand how vital it is that you keep up your image of... Physical fitness.. My proposition is a unique one. Your tumour has only ever happened to three other individuals in history. Two of them have been dead for three thousand years. The other one is sitting here in this office, opposite you.'' 
 My confused gaze sent his face into an eerie smile. 
 `` What are you talking about?'' I asked. 
 He looked at me, and gave a true grin that put all his other smiles to shame. His crooked, pointed teeth stuck out at odd angles, accentuating his crooked smile. 
 `` This tumour is located to an area in your brain that your scientists have not yet discovered. In my society, we call it'The spiritual doorway.' This small area of your brain contains within it more power than you could ever imagine. The thing is... I need very specific and unique circumstances to bring it out.'' 
 I looked at him. `` What are you going to bring out?'' 
 He looked at me, his smile widening to seemingly unrealistic proportions. His teeth parted, letting only one word slip through his tongue. 
 `` Eden.'' 
 The garden of Eden? Like in the Bible? `` What do you mean?'' 
 `` I am bringing you the fountain of youth. For you and you alone. Only I know how to do it. I am an integral part of this process. I am the reason Eden can happen. I am the trigger that causes the... Bang.'' As he said bang, he rose his hands in the air and flipped open his palms, revealing grey, bloodless skin. 
 `` What do I have to do, then?'' I asked again. His office seemed a little darker then when I entered. 
 `` It is quite simple, really. And I do have a lot of hope for you. You have to kill me. You have to kill me, and you have to want eternal life. You have to want it deep in your soul. Only then will it work.'' 
 I knew this was some hoax. I pushed the chair back to leave, when he spoke up again. 
 `` If you leave now, not only will you die in a matter of months, but your dear little Tabatha will perish as well. It must be a shame having someone to care about.'' 
 I turned back to the old man. His gaze was condescendingly cynical. 
 `` Do n't do it for me or you. Do it for your little girl.'' 
 I stood there, pondering what to do. 
 `` So. If I kill you, I live forever? I can take care of Tabatha?'' 
 The Surpentis's smile held from ear to ear. 
 `` I promise Tabatha will be taken care of.'' 
 His left hand sifted under his desk, and seconds later produced a gun. He motioned for me to take it. As I leaned forward and cocked the gun, he let forth a single chuckle. It sounded like nails grinding on a chalkboard. 
 I pointed the gun at this old Surpentis, and pulled the trigger. A flash of light enveloped the both of us. His chuckle grew louder and more prominent until it more resembled a mad cackle. 
 `` At last! I am free! I am free to leave Eden! Haha! It has been so long... I am finally free!'' His tongue flicked in and out of his mouth as his mouth was pulled farther to the side. 
 His figure melted away, slipping into the void of nothingness until, eventually, he was gone. 
 My gaze returned back to reality. I sat in the office, but when I tried to sit up, I found I had no strength or energy to do it. My voice came in laboured and wheezing. I tried to stand up, but I could not. 
 I had been robbed of my vitality. My youth. My everything. This was my infinity. 
 It was then that I had realized. Surpentis was not human. Surpentis was the snake of Eden. 
 And I was cast out, only able to sit and watch as the world passed by in a dismal eternity. 
 My tongue flickered in and out of my mouth, as I pondered infinity. 
 `` Maybe it wo n't be so bad...'' A sound eminated from my throat much like a cross between a chuckle and a wheeze. 
 Eternity...
