Je suis Mort. To those who do not speak the language of the previous statement, I say this: I am Death. Before I continue, I wish to elaborate upon misconceptions; I wish to assure myself that there will be a lack thereof. I will list these issues to simplify and condense my ramblings:
-First misconception: I am a skeleton cloaked with a scythe. I am no such thing. Why is it that you assume that I must be of your kind (humans) to be seen and/or comprehended? I do take the form of a human, but such assumptions have irked me over the millennia. I do, however, wear a black tuxedo with a sheathed sword to my right. As for bones, I show none, my friends.
-Second misconception: I know the true religion of All that Is. Alas, I do not. I guide the deceased to a place. This place has a checkered floor and an antediluvian door with a brass handle. That is all I know. I cannot clarify what is beyond this door, but I implore this: Do not fear the door.
-Third misconception: I kill the living. I am to blame. Is it the drugs that your kind covets that create such lies? As previously mentioned, I guide the dead. It is Life and the Living themselves that kill. Dispose of the previous hatreds of me.
-Fourth misconception: Death enjoys war. Death enjoys his job. Again, I blame your coveted drugs for such a pathetic idea. [Death] is my existence, not my enjoyment. Well, I cannot lie (more than two times in a century in a dimension, but I digress), so I state this: It is our existence. Who are these others? The Children of the Wretched. They are eldritch tentacles that, on occasion "guide" the deceased. It is possible that they enjoy war, but I am unaware of any proof.
-Fifth misconception: Death picks favorites. Death feels for the living. I cannot feel, physically. I cannot feel pain nor pleasure. I, Death, cannot die. (Excuse my use of the third person.). I cannot display emotions and I have a tendency not to possess them at all. The reason: I was stripped of my emotions the eternity before. I can, on occasion (in other words, rarely), display a particular emotion. I have only chosen one favorite so far, but otherwise I do not feel for your kind. Most of the living maintain a pathetic existence driven by survival or chemicals in the brain.
Beside my rambles; I imagine that you are confused as to why this relates to the world of the creatures known as Gargoyles. Even the imagination can become a reality. Devastation/ Fear, Destruction/Misery and I shall embark on a journey to this realm of half fantasies. I've left you with trifle information. Today, I am generous. So, heed warning to the following:
Violence, me (death), swearing (in intervals), sexual themes (possibly, do not fret, for they will not be strong), confusion and anticlimaxes.
-Sam (Death)