[ WP ] Confronted with Death , he offers you a second chance at life upon completion of a trial . He lays in front of you three paths to choose from : blood , sweat , or tears .

`` Choose,'' the voice echoed, deep and powerful yet with all the subtlety of a whisper. I knew I was dead, but the thing that spoke was n't anything like Death as I had ever pictured it. There was nothing but a disembodied, shapeshifting form, a dark vapor comprised of varying hues of blacks, glittering with tiny shards of ice that gave it a mesmerizing, comforting shimmer. Part of me longed to stare at it forever, to stay embraced by its soothing presence, to slip into the depths of blissful unconscious... 
 
 
 `` Choose,'' the voice prompted again, and I stared blankly, solemnly, uncertain of what it wanted me to do. `` If you wish to live again, you must choose.'' 
 
 
 `` …Choose?'' My voice came out, almost inaudible, my mind barely able to focus on the words. *What did it want? What did I have to choose? Why did I have to choose? It was all so confusing. Why could n't it just let me sleep? It was just the right temperature, so wonderfully cold, like the kind of dry chill in the air just before it snows…* 
 
 
 `` Blood... Sweat... Tears...'' Images flashed before my eyes with every spoken word, and with every flash came a jolt of pain, a burst of agony. `` Each one a trial. Every one a destiny. If you still wish to live, you must choose.'' 
 
 
 `` …Only….one?'' I was so tired, my mind could barely grasp the concept. *Trial? Destiny? Living? Blood. Sweat. Tears. Could you even have one without the others? * 
 
 
 As if hearing my thoughts, the cloud began to glimmer brightly. `` So you have chosen. So shall it be.'' 
 
 
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 Incredibly tired. If there's enough interest ( and the impending snowstorm does n't kill my power/internet ) I'll try to add more to this later.
