Now there is something you must understand about me. I am a mystery of paradoxes. I have a good side and a bad side but no in-between sides. I could be an escape, I could be one’s greatest fear. Sometimes I enjoy pain, most of the time I don’t. I am not about pain. I am the end of the beginning of the end, yet I am timeless. I am faceless. I haven’t changed since the day the first soul needed me. My job is to guide souls to Judgement, nothing else. The only thing that seems to have changed is how many people die every day, each in a new horrible, despicable way. I ask myself, why do humans do this to each other? Maybe there’s a reason humans depict me with a scythe. To them, I cut life short. I really don’t. I come when I am called. One day, you’ll call me too.
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The Curse of Egypt
HorrorThe twelve plagues of Egypt brought to the modern world. Are you afraid of Death? Are you afraid of me? You should be.
