1 Death's Visit

"Are you ready to die?"

"Just let me prepare first."

A skinny man stood staring down the barrel of gun. The gun had a cold threading aura surrounding it, the aura of death.

"You stole everything from me my job, my girlfriend, even what little respect those around me hold for, you took it all."

"I'm sorry we had to let some people go the company couldn't keep you on."

"Dammit just shut your mouth."

The with the gun clasped in his hands began to shiver, but he felt resolution. He pointed the gun and pulled the trigger.

"Goodbye Liam."

All time seemed to slow as the bullet exited the gun, but Liam could do nothing to dodge he could only sit their and except his fate. The bullet came nearer and nearer but suddenly it halted.

The very air split open, and a creature that could only be from Hell stepped out. It was a bony apparition adorning a black cloak, it was wielding a scythe that had a snake wrapping around the handle.

This creature was the bringer of death and destruction; if any sane man were to chance upon it while walking, they would cross the street in fear of their life.

In a soft, raspy, emotionless voice it said, "I have come to judge you evil doer what do you have in your defense."

Liam fell to his knees trembling "whatever you are please spare me. What evil have I committed, please I beseech you, tell me."

An evil grin splits its skeletal face, and a condescending laugh echoes throughout the room.

"What am I you ask, WHAT AM I, why I am death of course."

Death stride forward his cloak billowing out behind he despite the lack of wind. Every step of his sent gusts of cold air out, and the earth where he foot meet the ground was iced over.

His bony hand shoot out from under his cloak and latched on to Liam's head. A light flashed in deaths empty eye sockets, and it tilted its head down to stare at Liam.

"I have seen your past, your crimes and I am disgusted. There's no other word I could use to describe you other than sinner."

Death grabbed the man's hair and lifted him up, staring into his eyes. "You are Liam artman, age twenty seven. You happened to get lucky to join a startup and got promoted to a manager at a young age, but you do not use your money to help others but instead indulge yourself."

Throwing him into the wall death continued his speech, "you spend your money on games and anime. Despite being twenty seven you have never truly felt love for another beyond the love you felt for your parents."

"You are the worst the worst type of trash only above murderers and thieves, despite the opportunity to help others that have less than you, you did not, that why I sentence you to Hell."

Tears ran down Liam's face his voicing cracking, "I donated to charities, I did the best I could to help those less than me so why do you say I did nothing."

Death remained silent and stared at Liam and lifted his fingers and snapped. All traces of his presence were gone as if he weren't they at all. Liam felt himself being dragged back to where he was at first staring at a bullet frozen in time.

The bullet regained its movement and struck Liam, by the time his body touched the ground the life had left it.

The man wielding the gun looked at his handy work and a crazed look befell him. He started laughing as though he had heard a joke.

He stuffed the barrel of the gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger.

Later when this event was spoken of it was described as the beginning of the end for all life on earth.

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