Death
The myths vary when it comes to one's end. Long ago, it was believed that everyone just lived, but they tired of immortality so they asked for an end. To some it was a curse brought by Pandora, to others it was trick by the Ancient Coyote. It was a darkness that swallowed a person whole or it was a cut string. Majority believed it was a Reaper; A skull and bones in it's dark robes. With a cold swipe of a scythe, a person was sent to the tomb.
Death could be cold and swift, or slow and painful. It is fear because of the unknown that is the afterlife, if any. It was loved because it was an end; An end to suffering or an end to pain. It was often hated because it was an end to a love, to a life, to a memory. It was an End.
But the truth was a familiar face many forgot. A warm face that greeted one with a quirky quip or a tip of a hat. It was a friend and someone who loved a soul regardless of their choices in life.
Tonight SHE was visiting, tonight she was working. Tonight, Death was paying a visit. With a small step and a smile, Death, the goth girl of the endless, spoke the first words to an End....
"Hello..."
