How Life Was Made

-A contract to be forever remembered-

Life's eyes were moved to the table, where the contract was sitting the whole time.
"Death, it's over here" Life laughed, picking up the contract and waving it around.
"You could've told me that earlier." He grumbled, snatching the contract out of her hands.
Death sat down next to Life and took the scroll out of her hands, unrolling it carefully.
"Alright, it says something about it being signed changing everything we know, causing millions of 'humans', whatever those are, to come into existence and roam around on this big ugly dirt orb called earth."
"That sounds hilarious. I wonder what humans would look like"
"It says they'd look something like us." Death said.
"That's a bit creepy"
"Anyway, then it says something about the human-thingies having free will, building a civilization of their own, repopulating, and living a long, happy and fulfilling life."
"What does that last part mean?" Life asked. "That part that has my name in it?"
Death sighed and leaned back in his chair. "I honestly don't know."
Life twiddled her fingers patiently while Death speed read though the rest of the contract.
"It seems there's a catch" Death said, his face turning grey.
"A catch? How does it affect me?"
"It doesn't, It affects me the most..."
"Oh. Well that's bad too I guess..." Life grumbled.
"So, you know how this contract speaks of these humans, and how you bring them into this world, and let them live and all that junk..."
Life smiled. "Yeah. How could there be a downside to something as good as that?"
"Well... You know what they say... All good things have to come to an end."
The room fell silent as Life tried to discern the information that Death had laid out in front of her.
"Life, are you okay?" Death asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"I-I don't understand what you mean, sorry. I don't even know what an end is."
Death frowned and rolled his eyes.
"It means that I have to do my job."
"What do you mean do your job? Stop being so vague, you're making me anxious!"
"I have to kill them, alright?"
Life looked at Death with a puzzled expression on her face, not sure of what to say.
"Why?"
"Well, because if I don't kill them, I'll die slowly. It's like... I survive off their death."
Life got out of her chair and carefully took the contract out of Death's hands, setting it down on the table and rolling it out. She found a quill and ink pot nearby and began to jot down her name. After carefully writing the first four letters, she paused and looked Death straight in the eyes.
"But wait.. Doesn't that make all of this pointless if they just die in the end?'
Death thought for a moment, letting the question rattle around in his head for a bit.
"It's not about where you're going, it's the journey there that matters the most."
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