[ WP ] Death spared your life and made you immortal . Over hundreds of years , you have become friends . He 's been very busy with work and you miss seeing your buddy . You spend centuries attempting to create world peace , stop war and cure diseases so you can spend some quality time with your only friend .

It has been a long time since I've seen him. The one who talks in a voice as deep as the Earth, whose eyes shine with what can only be described as an *occult* blue. 
 
 One day, as I lay dying on the roadside, outside my lord's castle, he walked up to me, touched my head, and he remolded me, until I was exactly the same as before, but without weakness, without age. He then said I would never die, and walked off into the dying light before winking out of existence. You see, wherever there was death, there was Death. The reaper, the harvester of souls, seen only by those who were called to his embrace, or those he has touched. 
 
 Over the next few hundred years, we became close. Even though we might only see each other once every few months, that adds up. When we got together, we did little but provide affable companionship for each other, slowly enjoying the passage of eternity. 
 
 A few centuries after my first brush with death, I noticed our meets were getting less frequent. I asked him why, and he replied that he was quite busy, carefully allowing each soul that died passage into, as he called it, the Beyond. Our meets became ever less frequent until he could not find time to meet in over half a century. Since I knew the cause of all this, death, I resolved to do something about it. For millennia, I toiled. Eradicating war, curing diseases. But still he was too busy, because for every thing that was not killed in war, another two died of old age. 
 
 Eventually, I hit upon an answer. If everything died, there would be no more death, right? So I schemed, and plotted, turning each nation against each other, until the Earth was sterilized in nuclear war. Yet still, he does not come. 
 
 For where there is no death, there can be no Death. 
 
 Now I sit, alone and friendless, in a cold universe, bereft of life, and bereft of Death.
