On meeting The Endless
I am a 21 year old university student and I have no friends at all, I have no need for them. I wish I did, but unfortunately no one seems to enjoy my company. So instead of spending my Saturday night like so many of my classmates, going to parties and such, I spend my time with my nose in a book and cheep wine smuggled in a water bottle, occasionally accompanied by a couple of cigarettes.
This night was spent like most others, I was reading an old book that I had found hidden away in the darkest coroner of the stacks of my schools library. It dealt with old gods and various occult deities. Most of whom I was familiar with, having read about them before. When I saw them, The Endless, a group of siblings as old as the Universe itself if not older. I had never seen mention of them before, they fascinated me, particularly Death who was depicted in an old wood carving to be a young woman, "Just as I suspected" I muttered to myself. I had always thought Death was a woman, so accepting and kind, ending peoples suffering it just seemed so feminine. Then there was Dream who interested me almost as much as Death did, he was shown to be a pale young man with soulless black eyes. He just screamed loneliness even from the woodcut. There was Desire shown as neither a man nor a woman but somewhere in between and Despair who was shown to be a naked rather overweight woman, the two went hand in hand I figured, then Destruction whose woodcut had been scribbled out. Then there was Delight whose name had been scratched out and beside it was scribbled Delirium, she was shown to be a young girl whose clothes where in disarray and she was surrounded by butterflies and for some odd reason fish. Finally there was Destiny shown to be a blind man in a hooded robe "Destiny is blind I suppose" I joked to myself, and he was holding a book, a book that looked oddly familiar "That looks like my book…" I whispered to myself. Suddenly I felt as if someone was standing over me…