[ WP ] In every life , you say `` If I 'm screwed in the next life , might as well enjoy this one while it lasts '' . And every time you die , you reincarnate , but you also postpone your punishment and make it worse for yourself . Today , you finally reach the end of your last life .

“ Well. This is it. ” The dark and looming figure spoke. It was robed in a cloak, dark like the blackest night, and it ’ s face was a pallid mask and a fey imitation of mine. It held in its right hand a long and sharp spear made of bronze, with strange inscriptions on it. And in it ’ s left a torch which flames burned green and yellow. We were in a room, it was a room in a boarding house, my book, the grimoire, lay flat on my bed and the manuscripts I recovered from antarctica lay opened on the writing desk, fresh blood splattered on them. And I stood a few feet away from the figure, desperately looking for anything to use as a weapon. 
 “ Your time has come. ” The figure rumbled as it began its advance toward me. 
 “ No! No! Please! I beg of you! I am not ready to go with you! ” I cried, failing to find any suitable weapons and resorting to begging. 
 “ You have burned your last candle. ” It advanced, slowly, taking its time, like usual. 
 “ Just one more! Just one more, I beg of you, one more chance! ” Tears swelled from my eyes. 
 The figure stopped, it ’ s mask contorted into a visage of disgust and anger. “ Chance? You have had your chance. Many of them, too many. It is time for you. Like every other. Death awaits, and I will not keep it waiting. ” The thing moved once more, finished with its diatribe. 
 “ Please! May I not sacrifice for you another? Another creature? Everything has its price, yes? ” I begged once more. Desperate with every fleeting breath. 
 “ Your credit has run out. You have made your bed, now sleep in it. ” The creature began to move it ’ s bone white appendages to unrobe itself. 
 “ No! I will not go gently! Not for you! Not for anyone! ” My hands finally clasped something useful. A walking cane. Heavy and oaken. I brought my whole weight upon it as I raised it above my head and landed a felling strike on the creature. The cane broke upon it ’ s head. Like it was made of a paltry dry stick not a hearty oak. 
 “ Accept your fate. I have come for my payment. Your time is here. ” It disrobed. Discarding the black robe on the floor. 
 Its body was long and gangly. And bone white. Its waist was too small to be able to hold a stomach or any other organ, it widened upward to its chest, which barreled out like a swimmer ’ s chest. It was covered in pulsating musculature and it shuddered distressingly. It ’ s waist disappeared down into two long and muscled legs with long thin feet without toes in it ’ s end. It ’ s neck looked like nothing more than an extension of its spinal cord, a long thin chitinous thing that ended in a thin head, it ’ s skull looked like pure bone, and it wore my face upon it. 
 It fell upon me with savage intent. My screams were heard throughout the neighborhood as the creature savagely tore me piece by piece. And then, as it put me back piece by piece. AS it finished, it put the robe upon me. Thrust the spear and torch in my hand, and then, it lay on my bed, and let out a death rattle. The Torch has been passed. I am the holder of the Spear. I am the reaper of magi. I hold their life ’ s at my fingertips. I am the one who cheats the cheaters. I am the one they fear. I am the last thing they see, and the last thing they are. I am The End.
