Death
There is only ever one certainty to anything, and that is Death .
She allowed herself a small smile as she sat at her desk. The smooth black book rested closed in her hand. No one could ever truly understand what she knew.
Death is a paradox. She is an existing entity. She herself only became the incarnation of death through her own passing as a Reaper, only to find herself resurrected in the room of books, ring on her finger and scythe at her feet.
People tremble at the thought of what she represents. They paint grotesque images of her form, portraying her as a cruel and merciless being that holds no regard for the lives she takes . Always trying to avoid it, just one more decade, just a few more years, just a few more days. They fear its unknown, the cold truth of its finality.
They are wrong though. Death is neither cruel nor kind. She delivers her blow not with malice but with calculated certainty. To all things, a balance must be maintained. What lives must die. It keeps a perfect order of balance. A circle if you will, the circle of life.
And now Death held in her hands the book that had surprised even her when she read it.
Chuck, God, whatever He prefers to call himself. They think the Darkness is Gods opposite as His equal. But, as Chuck creates life, so must there be Death. Death was present when the world began, but, it was there longer. For God is a living being. To everything there is a balance. Light, dark. Heaven, hell. Life, Death
God is all powerful. He creates life with the snap of a finger, He is the definition of Life itself.
God is a living Being. And what lives, must die.