[ WP ] You are death . Describe taking the last human life .

On the last day of time, Death came for the last man alive. In his grim black robe, with his skeleton head and bony fingers clutching the black iron scythe that he had used throughout time to reap the dead and bring them on. He had had many shapes, as a beautiful woman, riding atop a ferocious wolf, a great shade that sucked out souls, a bearded Jewish guy, he did n't care what people saw him as, he was Death, the one and only one. And at last, his charge would end.''*So you've come for me at last? Could n't you have waited a little? *'' the man, older than any man ought to be, tumbled backwards in the face of Death. He would not come willingly, even at the end of all things, even when the Götterdammerung was over, the Rapture had come and the end was at hand, he never wished to go. **IT IS NOT YOUR CHOICE. YOU HAVE POSTPONED YOUR END FOR FAR TOO LONG. THIS REALITY IS ENDING, AND THE NEXT DOES NOT NEED YOU. ** The tall black-cloaked stranger, reached out to the last man, he attempted to run, but Death was faster. The chase was over and now the fog was rising. **YOU STILL TRY. ADMIRABLE. BUT FUTILE. ** 
 
''*Even if this is my end, you'll have to fight me for it! *'' Death sighed, as much as an animate skeletal being could sigh with no lungs or lips, and just grabbed the man by the collar. **COME ON. TAKE IT LIKE A MAN. INSTEAD OF GOING INTO THE NIGHT. WITH NO HONOR OR DIGNITY. FACE ME AND GO INTO THE LIGHT WITH ME. IT WOULD BE A FITTING END FOR THE LAST MAN. TO MEET THE DEATH HE HAS AVOIDED. AND GOING WITH HIM FOR A NEW ADVENTURE. ** The old man relented with his struggling, thinking and contemplating. He had lived from the early twenty-first century, as the only man who had experienced the results of a certain experiment, that on a random chance, out of hundreds of thousands of individuals who had died, survived and gained everlasting life. 
 
 He had seen the rise and fall of the human race, seen galactic empires fight, met gods and demons, worshiped as one. He had even ruled mankind at one point during a bad time in the 40th millennium.''*What awaits me? *'' **I DO NOT KNOW. I HAVE NEVER SEEN THE OTHER SIDE. I SHALL CROSS OVER ONLY WHEN THE LAST LIFE HAS ENDED. I HAVE BEEN HERE SINCE THE FIRST MULTICELLED LIFEFORMS BEGAN ALL THOSE YEARS AGO. I AM TIRED AND I WISH TO REST. I WOULD ASK YOU KINDLY TO JOIN ME. ** The old man sighed, no turning back he supposed. His attempts to change the past, the present or divert the end of time itself had not worked. His vast knowledge, gathered over billions of years, could no longer aid him. His supporters dead, his line extinguished, his empire ruined and his species gone. All life ended, and at the end he stood.''*I have won. *'' **WHAT? ** 
 
''*I have won. I am the very last. I lasted until the end, we all wanted to live forever, yet only I managed it. I have won. *'' 
 
 **WHATEVER YOUR MEASLY SPECIES CONSIDER VICTORY. IT MATTERS LITTLE TO ME. IF IT WILL MAKE YOU COME ALONG. THEN YES YOU HAVE WON. NOW COME WITH ME TO THE HALL OF FAME. TO THE GREAT UNKNOWN ADVENTURE THAT IS DEATH. ** 
 
 The old man took Death's hand, and Death cast his scythe aside at last, no longer needing it. They would not have to face the end alone, as they would cross over into the great beyond together, the Reaper of Mortals and The Immortal Man, as friends they would leave the dying world behind, and onwards to the greatest adventure of all, they went.
