Eternal
It takes you a few seconds, but you soon yield to the truth.
The death god is right. War is in your nature. It always has been. Whether it was bred into you or you grew into it is irreverent. It’s yours now and you’re going to embrace it.
You fall to your knees and bow before the death god. Humbling yourself and disregarding whatever foolish pride you may have had.
“I beg you oh great god of death, make me your herald of destruction. Let me be the bringer of doom to a thousand worlds. Let me unleash the endless war on the heavens.” You say with all your remaining strength.
“Take it easy there, we aren’t going to be doing all that. Just the worlds appointed for death. However, I do appreciate the enthusiasm.” The death god remarks.
The death god hovers before you and a skeletal hand reaches out towards your head.
“Hold still, this may hurt…a lot.”
The death god clutches your head with its fingers and suddenly your body experiences unimaginable pain. Whatever injuries or tortures you may have experienced pale in comparison to this. You are experiencing death, but not just your own. You are experiencing the death of everyone you ever killed all at the same time.
The image of every single death fills your mind and you can’t shut out the physical, emotional or spiritual anguish you’re experiencing. You can’t even cry out. For a brief moment you think you’ve made a horrible mistake before you go utterly insane as your mind is completely destroyed by the dreadful experience.
And then you feel nothing at all and everything goes black.
You don’t know how long time passes, but suddenly you are awakened by the death god’s voice:
“Arise, harbinger. Your glorious work and new purpose begins now on this very world.”
You stand up and notice that you are no longer breathing. You do not feel the essence of life flowing through your system. You walk outside the city gates and before you stand legions of undead awaiting your command to purge the rest of this world of life. You stare at them and they stare at you with the same dead eyes.
And something about it is beautiful to you. You didn’t know that the dead could experience anything like feelings, but you can feel a thrill of anticipation of the death and destruction you’re going unleash on this world. Nothing in your old mortal life can compare to this moment.
“And to think, I hesitated.” You whisper.
The death god is right. War is in your nature. It always has been. Whether it was bred into you or you grew into it is irreverent. It’s yours now and you’re going to embrace it.
You fall to your knees and bow before the death god. Humbling yourself and disregarding whatever foolish pride you may have had.
“I beg you oh great god of death, make me your herald of destruction. Let me be the bringer of doom to a thousand worlds. Let me unleash the endless war on the heavens.” You say with all your remaining strength.
“Take it easy there, we aren’t going to be doing all that. Just the worlds appointed for death. However, I do appreciate the enthusiasm.” The death god remarks.
The death god hovers before you and a skeletal hand reaches out towards your head.
“Hold still, this may hurt…a lot.”
The death god clutches your head with its fingers and suddenly your body experiences unimaginable pain. Whatever injuries or tortures you may have experienced pale in comparison to this. You are experiencing death, but not just your own. You are experiencing the death of everyone you ever killed all at the same time.
The image of every single death fills your mind and you can’t shut out the physical, emotional or spiritual anguish you’re experiencing. You can’t even cry out. For a brief moment you think you’ve made a horrible mistake before you go utterly insane as your mind is completely destroyed by the dreadful experience.
And then you feel nothing at all and everything goes black.
You don’t know how long time passes, but suddenly you are awakened by the death god’s voice:
“Arise, harbinger. Your glorious work and new purpose begins now on this very world.”
You stand up and notice that you are no longer breathing. You do not feel the essence of life flowing through your system. You walk outside the city gates and before you stand legions of undead awaiting your command to purge the rest of this world of life. You stare at them and they stare at you with the same dead eyes.
And something about it is beautiful to you. You didn’t know that the dead could experience anything like feelings, but you can feel a thrill of anticipation of the death and destruction you’re going unleash on this world. Nothing in your old mortal life can compare to this moment.
“And to think, I hesitated.” You whisper.