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The Misadventures Of Death


I'm trusted sidekick of Death. This is my viewpoint about Death as a person. I'm associated with Death since aeons ago, even when the concept of time was not initiated and the cosmos was not yet created. Me and Death with few other more powerful beings existed before the primordial time (It's an oxymoron that I'm using Primordial, and time together. You need to understand, I'm into existence since long long time ago, hence those words lost the charm and intensity for me.)
Amongst all the life in the whole universe, humans of the Earth are my most favourite creatures. You the human race (as what you call yourselves) is intriguing and sometimes even enigmatic to my boss- The Death. As stated by me earlier I'm keenly fond of humans, so naturally, I acquainted myself with the way of humans. To make analogy easy for you, let me put it this way-- I'm Dr Watson to the Sherlock Holmes(Death). Like Watson use to write about the cases of Holmes, I'm writing about The Death, the only difference is that Sherlock Holmes stories were work of fiction by the writer Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and mine is the impeccable facts without any ounce of fiction.
Humans always try to decipher the purpose of death but to their dismay, they are unable to comprehend it because they still haven't figured anything significant about the life which they are fortunate enough to cherish before dying. I am not going to spill the beans about what happens after death as it is above my cosmic position in the hierarchy filled with mighty Elders.
The Death is the darkest thing in the shadowy alley and you'll figure out my boss If you're keenly observant about the shade of blackness. Death' presence will be blacker than the blackest black you've ever seen or dreamed of in your weirdest daymares or nightmares. Beyond the human concepts of gender, space and time exists The Death. Death resides not in numerous universes but in anti-space.
There is nothing too philosophical about The Death' objective to take your imperishable soul. It is just the mere obligation to perform civic duties as humans follow theirs. I'll not disclose further about it, but to make it easier, humans are more like oblations on the altar of someone beyond the realm of understanding by mere mortals. Even the most advanced races in the multitude of universes are unable to find about the true purpose of Death.
Millions of year ago when I accompanied The Death to snatch the life out of the first dying human, I was stricken by the grief felt by that fragile creature. That first human, although was too imbecile to understand anything about the life or the death he was facing but somehow the fear was palpable. A tragedy is not understanding the reason for being frightened and still, it tames all the senses, how interesting it felt to me at that time.  Humans evolved but their substantial fear of death is still the same. All acts same at the time of oblation.
I am always amused to find the religion and creation of Gods by humans to ease affect of impending doom of death and turn the religion itself into the self-destructive weapon. What a marvellous creatures, to save yourselves from destruction you create another destruction. 
Understand this you mortals, grief is part of the package. Your lives are all connected with each other and few people with the closest connection feel the wrath of your demise in form of sorrows. For The Death you all are diaphanous beings, it sees right through you. Your memories never vanish, one of my important duty is to keep the deceased' memory intact in some other form.Don't be so grief-stricken, as I assure you, that all the dead people are living in one form or another and you'll never know about their existence as your understanding of life is too limited.
By the way, you can call me Death Jr, I'll be writing soon again about the deeds of Death and this time buckle up yourselves because the next instalment will be too grim. 

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