[ WP ] You are given a deal by a higher power that grants you eternal life . The catch ? You have to kill one person every year . If you fail do do so , even a minute too late , you will die .

It got easier with time. Every aspect of it did: the choosing, the execution, the guilt, all passed quicker and with less resistance than the year before. Especially the choosing. When you live for hundreds of years, you learn to spot the evil as easily as anyone else can spot a grotesque scar marring a person's face. I notice every time a child glances fearfully at her father, and I know what it means. When a man ca n't look his wife in the eye, I know what it is she's done. When a stranger holds his stare just a little too long at a passing woman, I know his plans. These clues, invisible to most, have made my job so much easier. 
 
 The first time, it was hard. I was unsure, I hesitated. I remember it well, even if most others have faded into each other in my memory. The year was 1692, and I had spent the first eleven months following around a man who had killed and tortured people to further himself, and he showed no remorse for it. But I was young, just twenty-five, and I still clung to my morals of “ only god may judge. ”. I watched him sleep for just a minute too long and I lost my nerve. As I turned around to leave, something hard caught me on the back of the head, and the dim candle light faded away, my thoughts disappearing with it. 
 
 I woke with a start and tried to draw a breath, but my lungs were met with an ice cold burn that gave me no air. Everything around me felt heavy, and I struggled to open my eyes. With terror, I realized I was under water. I may have been immortal, but I was not immune to the pain of drowning. I tried to reach out, to swim away, but a cloth surrounded me. I struggled to pull out my knife, trying not to gasp in any more water to feed the fire engulfing my lungs. After what seemed like hours, I managed to slice through the sack that held me at the bottom, and I kicked my numbed legs as hard as I could. The sunlight was blinding when I finally broke the surface and pulled myself to shore, sputtering out the ice cold water and collapsing on the frozen ground. I sat there shivering, waiting for the the sun to come warm me, or the burning in my lungs to subside, but neither did. I stood up and took in my surroundings, I had been at the bottom of the man's lake, and his manor, filled with his ill gotten wealth, sat before me. I knew I could play no games this time. 
 
 I walked the grand steps to the front door and began pounding, my clothes showering the ground with shards of ice. The servant who opened the door was speechless at my appearance, he knew me for what I was and had no intention of interfering. I strode past him and down a long corridor towards the man's chambers, my knife gripped in my still frozen hand. God would not have given me this power if he did n't want me to use it. I would not count on surprises today, he would face the death he deserved.
