Now, not all are familiar with The Endless. They have not appeared in what I would call mainstream comics, so there are probably more than a few who are unfamiliar with them. So, let me explain:

The Endless are, and this is me describing them to the best of my abilities, life. They are life and the basic abstract concepts that make it up, in living form. Now, they are not gods. Not a one of them has every been actually worshiped. I mean, how can someone worship an abstract concept? Now, some of them have been confused with gods. But gods, for the most part, are concepts created by human beings. Some of them may be alive, but they are alive because we willed them into existence. They came from us and cannot exist without us. Which, interestingly enough, is a trait they share with The Endless. The Endless came into being because we came into being. They make up many aspects of our lives, and depend upon us as much as we depend upon them. The only way they could truly die is with the death of every sentient life form in the universe. The Endless are:

Destiny

Death

Dream

Destruction

Desire

Despair

Delirium

Their names should tell you exactly what each of them are about. Now, they are not gods, as I said. They do not control these things. They are these things. Death is Death, given life and form. Same with Destiny and Dream and the rest of them. They are the abstract made tangible. Each of The Endless has their own realm. Now, we will explore most of these realms later on, so there's only one we should concentrate on at the moment. Destiny's realm. His realm is one giant garden, made up by what is essentially the most complex maze of hedges and plants in all of creation. Each path leads to another set of paths, some intersecting, most not. In the center of the maze is Destiny's home, a large stone building in Greek architectural style. And, in the very center of Destiny's home is a meeting hall. The meeting hall of The Endless.

Currently, each of The Endless are seated around the stone table in the meeting hall. They are not discussing greater matters of the cosmos, but instead their personal lives. How things have been. What good books they've read lately. Destruction even asks if anyone watched the Patriots game last night. The mix of confused and annoyed stares serve as an adequate no. And then, suddenly, surprise of surprises, Deadppol suddenly appears roughly 20 feet away from the table, greeting the abstracts made flesh with a hearty "what the fuck."

Of course, if you read part one, you knew that part already.

If you didn't read part one, then I am simply offended. I put alot of effort into that, you know. Thought about that for a good long while. It's not like it's easy. It's not like I just sit down at my computer and the funny starts pouring onto the page. It's hard work. And don't try and apologise now. It's far too late for an apology to do any good. Just go. Go and read your comic books, with the fancy pictures and word baloons and the such.

But I digress.

Quite shocked (wouldn't you be?), Deadpool quickly looks around.

"Why the hell am I in the meeting hall of The Endless, located in the inner sanctum of Destiny's home, which it's self is located in the middle of his etheral gardens? Also, on a related note, what the fuck does any of that mean?"

Desire, casually leaning back in his (or her. That part tends to change with this one) chair, cocks an eyebrow and gives a smirk.

"And what, praytell, do we have here? A demon, perhaps? Or maybe a sorcerer. Or, it could be a pixie. Are pixies short or tall? I must say, it's been so long since I've seen one myself, I've forgotten. Or, are pixies extinct? I think they..."

Destiny stands, completely ignoring Desire, and calmly says:

"He is Wade Wilson. He is a sentient, organic, carbon based life form from dimension six hundred sixteen. His speicese is human, and thus, naturally, he is from the planet Earth in the Sol system, located on the edge of the milky way galaxy. He hails from Canada, a nation located on Earth, to be percise. Interesting fact: Due to tamperings with his genetic structure by agent's of Canada's governmental powers, he posse..."

Desire rolls his/her eyes.

"Thankyou. For future reference, simply saying "he's a human from Earth" would have done just fine."

Destiny turns his atention to Desire.

"...my apologese, sibling. I understand that I tend to...RAMBLE."

"Yes. You do. By the source, having living dictionary for an older brother takes the fun out of things."

"I HEARD that."

"You hear everything."

"Ummm, guys?"

Death, the second oldest of The Endless, speaks up.

"I think we're getting off track here."

"Death is right" says Dream. "We should send the mortal back to his home."

"Come now! No need to be rude. It would be inhospitable to simply send him away" interjects Destruction.

Delirium looks around at the others, and then speaks.

"i thINK HE's nIce LOOKinG. I MEAn, hE seemS NicE. uuUHh, yEAh."

Despair simply grunts.

Deadpool looks back and forth at the others as they talk. Finally, he speaks up.

"Uhhh, maybe we should let the mortal decide what happens to him and not act like he isn't in the room?"

All of them look at each other silently. Soon, Death walks up to Deadpool, slightly embarrassed.

"Duh. Sorry. That was rude. Let's start over, shall we?"

She sticks out her hand.

"Hi. I'm Death. And yeah, I know, it's got a certain creep out factor to it. If it bothers you, you can call me Didi if you like."

Deadpool grabs her hand in a hardy shake.

"Hiya Didi! I'm Deadpool, but you can call me Wade. And, personally, I like the name Death just fine."

"That's good. Wait..."

"So, why they call you Death? Some kind of high school nick name, or were your parents hippies?"

"No. I am Death. What you consider to be Death, that's me. I am Death incarnate."

"...dude. Fucking cool."

Death, slightly taken aback, gives a confused look.

"You think so? Alot of people are weirded out by it."

"No way dude. That stuff's fucking cool."

Wade looks past Death at the rest of The Endless.

"Hey, who're those queermos?"

"Oh, they're..."

"Don't care. They suck."

Wade walks up to the table.

"Got any food around here?"
Destiny looks down at him.

"In the next room, you will see a banquet table set for eight. It is to be our supper. Being my guest, I will allow you to begin without us if you feel the need."

"Thanks, big boring cloak dude. You rock. You still suck, though."

Wade walks into the banquet hall. Dream turns to Death.

"What an insolent little mortal."

"Come on, little brother. Cut him some slack. He obviously belongs to Delirium."

"oH yEAH. I 'MEmbEr HIm. HE'S tHE fUnNy GUy. he'S FUNny."

"See? He's not in his right mind. And hell, he seems like a decent guy even if he isn't crazy.

"...I suppose."

Deadpool walks back into the room.

"There any more food? You're all out."

"There was enough food there to serve eight people" says a very confused Destiny.

"Yeah. It was good too."

Destiny's eyes widen in sheer shock.

"You ate it ALL!"

"That's what I'm saying. You def or something? Now, get with the cooking. Chop Chop."

Dream gives a very "I told you so" look to Death. She simply smiles weakly.

"Oh yes. This is certainly going to turn out well" he says.