Life without end.He shook his and smiled. He used to think about things, silly things like forever and endless possibility. Silly.
He knew the only forever that mattered. The only constant. Death.
Those who’ve never killed prefer to think of change as the only constant. They’re wrong.
Another in a long line of corpses at his feet knows this ultimate truth. Gone is gone. Life ebbs in an instant, a fleeting moment of submission.
He would be one, a corpse. No doubt. We all will.
He used to dread it, shudder. Now only a half smile greets the thought. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the next minute, around the corner.
He’d welcome it, like the friend it had become. Death. And then no more.
A leather sole slipping across concrete sounded in the near pitch black distance. He knelt next the his latest kill and dropped his head to let the dark tell him it’s tale. In the moments of pure silence between breaths, he listened for the whisper, the clarion call of his friend, his mentor.
It was there. Always.
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