[ WP ] Write a bed time story

Long and ago and even today, an old man wanders in the outlands. We hope he stays there. He is cursed. 
 
 Once, the old man was an older man. A man of family, name, and life which he could not part from. When his time came, the man wished to gamble for another day. Death brought him to the brothers to strike a bet, for Death is only one face of many. 
 
 The Three Brothers decide what tales must end- of course so ones may begin. The youngest prefers the name of Misfortune. They say the First Brother arrogantly tried to have the hand of Lady Luck. She needed no suitors, and punished him with her dirty deeds. The middle calls himself by Folly or Plague, whichever his mood dictates. When life first sprung forth from the land, the Second Brother pushed it back down. The Third, the eldest, has no name. The Third is the strongest by no comparison. We have only just begun to find words to pin down part of his title. Perhaps it was he who cut the skies from the world, the order from the primeval chaos, and the one who threatens to take it back. 
 
 A game of cards decided the fate of the man. He won against the Brothers easily. They let him go- it was the deal struck and Death is fair to all after-all. But, humanity never feels content with what it already has. 
 
 Thrice the man stole glory from their hands, gloated into their face, and a lit their eyes. A small glass filled with water, the elixir of immortality to keep the reaper at bay for how ever long one can desire. A deck of cards to gamble with Fate to force the Brothers' hands on a different course. A sack to hold the evils of the world back. 
 
 The man grew old. He wasted his ill gotten spoils. 
 
 He threw the water into the face of the First Brother after a sip. None left in the glass to keep the First brother from taking his family. 
 
 He played Fate's hand to many times to keep blood away from the home front. His homeland was torn into pieces and wiped from the lens of history personally by the Second Brother when the cards were too worn to play again.. 
 
 He sealed away disasters which would have destroyed many souls many times over. The Third Brother smirked at the idea of his plaything stopping his goals. 
 
 As man traded youth for wisdom, and saved the sack for one more day. The day when he can seal the Third and ransom for forgiveness. The old man, must wander. The First and Second Brother jeer at the old man, revenge for the same he had done to them. The Third Brother told them to do more than that. If the old man ever finds a home of his fellow man, it is torn down the Brothers. They do n't care who falls with the rubble, just as long as the old man knows what he wrought. 
 
 For this vagabond will never find a home. He always wanders, nothing will stop the Brothers from prodding the old man further. 
 
 Should you ever gamble with Death for your life there is one thing you must never do. Win.
