[ 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 .

`` Let me pass on, Death.'' A grey old man with a sharp nose and opaque eyes said. 
 
 `` No! Give up Abel. Stop this foolish quest and only then shall I give you rest.'' The blackened demon sat across the oaken table. Its massive wings making it hunch in its straight backed chair. 
 
 `` What quest?'' The ageless man said innocently. `` I know not of any quest. Certainly not of one pertaining to you.'' 
 
 `` Silver lies still flow easily from your cracked lips. But after these many long meetings do you still aspire to fool one such as me? Death incarnate? I know of your quest to cull me. Many trinkets you have gathered in your time, in your quest to vanquish me. I shall not let you descend unto my realm till you swear not to hurt me. Please?'' 
 
 The old man's head bent downwards. His lips turned up in a smile, but his eyes told another tale. `` Look at you Death. Pleading with a mortal. You know I shall never give up. Let me die, accept your fate Death. Accept your end. Your rule has gone on long enough. Too many have been hurt by your whims.'' 
 
 `` No! I wo n't die! I ca n't die! I am Death incarnate. You can never touch me. Without me who would keep the balance?'' The giant monstrosity was getting louder. `` I wo n't let you vanquish me. I do n't want to be vanquished. I ca n't die. I wo n't die. I just... I just... ca n't. Please. Just leave me be.'' 
 
 The old man looked crestfallen and tired. His earlier energy gone. `` Death, you are older than Time. You have conquered countless souls and received many praises. Do n't undo all of your greatness here with this whimpering. I will always be here, waiting for you to mess up, to slip. As you watch countless people, I watch you. I am Death's Death. Now accept your fate. Let it come on. Be not afraid of me, but welcome me with open arms. It is your time old friend. Now let me pass on.''
