Prelude
Some people never think about death and then there are those who think about it all the time. Is there anything after life? Anything at all? I thought about it all the time after my parents were murdered. By what? Dunno. But murdered all the same. Whether it was by a human or by death, murdered.
But what if death is incapable of taking the protected? Protected by god or goddess. Then, is eternal life possible? Are there gifts that can last for eternity? The answer is no. No matter what you are, no matter how you live, we all face the same fate. Oblivion. Destruction. Death.
There are those, however, who live for centuries, until, of course, the world blows. But even then, they can be killed before. Nothing is forever. Nothing is eternal. It's all just a black hole with that speck of light at the end of our own personal hell, called love.
