Death's Gift

Death comes in many ways, especially when you least expect it. I have seen the face of death and it is beyond comprehension. Those deep empty sockets, the large evil grin on his face, the smell of rot flesh that pours from his mouth. I stand in front of him, not in fear but in wonder, I kneel before him. He motions for me to rise, I obey. I ask him what shall I do my lord? He tells me telepathically to slaughter the innocent. He bestows a flaming sword with a demon aura upon me. He turns to leave, then turns back and says: "The sword has the power to gather souls, use it wisely and you will live forever. Destroy it and you will die a thousand times over for all eternity". I accept his proposal. He then vanishes in a flash of eerie green fire. I think back to this from where I am now, would have taken this job if I only knew what the consequences were at the time. Now I sit in the darkness and reflect upon my choice, I must carry this burden until my soul can rest in peace.