[ WP ] Since the beginning of time , you 've been cursed with immortality , but this curse does not grant you permanent youth , it 's a ticket from death . Bones show , and you have n't needed a breath for five centuries . Thousands of years after your gift was given to you ; you realize . You have become Death .

I still remember the day it happened. The day my fascination with death began. It was in my youth upon the passing of my grandmother when I felt death's powers first. I was sad of course, but intrigued. A force so powerful that it takes the lives of everyone. Regardless of race, wealth, and power. It takes everyone. Or so that's what I've been told. I do n't want to believe that we are all just born to die. There must be a way around it. 
 
 I soon found myself buried in my studies. Trying to find a way to escape death. I read books ranging from ancient alchemy to the most dammed and arcane magic. No one had a solution. I was about to give up my fruitless quest when a strange package arrived. Out of the package came a book bound in leather blacker than the darkest night and smoother than any object I've felt before. This book felt older than time itself, but it seemed to carry no age. I knew this was the solution I've been questing for. 
 
 Soon after I found what I was looking for. A way to summon death himself. I was preparing to carry out my ritual when my last thoughts of doubt crawled into my mind. `` Should I do this?''. I quickly dispelled these thoughts. I was too close to give up. The hour was upon me. It was time to begin. 
 
 I began to read the passage out loud. I followed the instructions exactly, but when I finished there was nothing. For a moment I was filled with rage, but it soon turned to disappointment. I had thought my quest was finally over, but now I was back to where I began. As I began to think about just giving up I saw something move in the corner of my eye. I turned and there he was. It was death. 
 
 Death was much more underwhelming than I expected. Instead of this mystic figure in a cloak, I got a rotten corpse. I was surprised that this decomposed creature could even speak, but it did. `` So you are the one who wishes to take my place?'' `` Take your place? I merely want to not die. ``, I responded. There was a twinkle in death's eye when I said those words. Which was strange considering the eye was long decayed. Death responded `` The only way to escape me is to be me. Will you accept the responsibility?'' With out thinking I accepted. 
 
 I immediately felt myself becoming different. Improved in a way, but I felt like I had lost something. A piece of myself felt gone, but that piece was replaced with such power that I did n't care. It was not until later that I would miss that piece of myself. Death began to wither into to dust as he did he looked up at me and thanked me. For what I did n't know at the time. It is only now that I know. 
 
 It was amazing being death. I had all the power in the world. I controlled the lives of billions. It was not until I began to age that I was worried, but I dismissed it. I figured I would age up to a point and it would stop. The problem was it never did. I watched myself become old. I watched my flesh decompose. I watched billions not having to suffer from extreme age like I must. Life was not worth my suffering. 
 
 That brings us to now. I've given you more warning than I ever received. I do not wish to place this burden on any one else with out warning them. A warning I never received. Are you sure that you want to suffer as I have for these past centuries? I tell you now that it was never worth it. 
 
 The young man glared into my eyes, or what used to be my eyes, and said `` Of course, I've come this far.'' 
 
 I was thankful my suffering was over, but I was sad to know that his has just began. Even with my warning he still accepted. I wonder why. Does the quest for immortality and power corrupt men so much that they are willing to suffer pains this great? I already knew the answer. I had once made the same mistakes, but now I may rest.
