Chapter 5
The Crow or Death
Death, an entity, seems to have a sense of humour. Giving two humans the power of immortality knowing that two immortals cannot exist at the same time. For his own sport he will make the two of them meet and grant the victor whatever he desires. That was a lie. Death an entity may take the shape primarily as a bird, a crow. The thing about Death is that he loves to trick people into doing his bidding and playing with them in the palm of his hands using them like puppets.
Death existed since the beginning of the earth, taking those whom he thought worthy or unworthy. Granting them special power, the power of immortality, he was the one who can make a man live or die depending on how he felt.
"So there is another one," said MIbu as he flipped through the rest of the old dusty book he held in his hands, "so this other man, I must find him, when I find him I find the thing that cursed my fucking life."
The replaced the book back on the shelf. He was in some unknown desert, in some unknown hole, in some unknown side of a huge rock. Inside the rock had a library, only the people of old knew of its existence and location. This he knew because he lived so long he had no excuses not to know this and other secrets of the world and of the underworld.
He had enough time to find cures for illnesses and do great things to benefit mankind. He did not care, he knew things what other normal men did not and found that man there will always be disease, there will always be suffering, so let all the people die. He did not care for those who lived or died, all he wanted was the bird dead.
"I will find him," he said as he clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, "where do I start?" he said to himself. Then he thought, follow the visions. He smiled and left the rock to cross the desert into whatever awaits him.
