When the lights go out this time, I’ll know the true meaning of death. It awaits me, in the dark, coming to fetch me away from this life of sin. Of my crimes, I have no regrets. I have enjoyed myself, at the expense of others.
I see the hated faces now, in front of me, beyond the hood and guards. Damn them all! These foolish humans, what do they know of life? They are only here for a short while, while I return again and again, to fulfill my pleasures of pain and blood.
Yet, this time, I feel it deep inside, the world is rejecting me. Perhaps I’ve lived too long. Perhaps this world has no use for my evil anymore, to provide the labels for good. I have laughed at you, Death, and so many times, have denied you my soul, for another run on the Wheel of Life.
You approach even now, in your silent walk. Ah, there you are, seating yourself on the last row. Your hood shows over the other heads, and I smile, for I think I have truly earned my rest in the flames of pain. I walked into here of my own free will, placed myself in this chair, and now await the voice that will silence this body forever.
May I ask a boon of thee, Death? Place me truly at rest this time, don’t let me laugh in your face, and run to the Wheel again. I beg of you now, show mercy to me, I who have shown none to this world since daylight’s first shine…
It is time. The guard stands before me, reading his paper for minutes, describing my joys to the assembled crowd of humans. He places it at his side. His voice breaks the new silence, “Roll on one.”
I feel it in the floor, the building of energy, the release coming. I blink, and Death is standing, moving towards me.
I glance at the guard, seeing his mouth open, and look back at Death. As the voice speaks, I began laughing again, roaring my pleasure at the startled faces without…
“Roll on two.”
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