Death Comes As The End Novels & Stories

“This ends now.” ***

At last, everything is over. The End

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

".. death." -END OF FLASHBACK-

Darkness swallowed me whole, and the last thought that cut through the void was cold and final: We’re dead.

And she almost saved me from the luck that, in the end, fell on me and that despite everything, she has now brought me to this confession, when I finally look at the face of death. I assure you, true death is not only the end of life, it is the end of everything; I can talk about it now that I look at the voracious void. Nothing awaits us beyond the threshold of life, other than an eternity of infinite oblivion. It is strange, it is as if this world were a mere story where its author arcs names from a notebook to kill characters that are no longer necessary. ♦ ♦ ♦

all over again. The End.

[System speaking] *Mc thinking* ******** Death shouldn't be this hard. Though it means it’s the end of the line for everyone, it’s true that one must die alone, but the sorrow it left the surviving lingers on the heart at some point. To the dying one, he must die well. It doesn’t matter how it happened or how sudden it happened. You had your chance at life, and now, it’s time to return. A man must let go of the past and accept his fate; for once he did, it shall be a peaceful death.

I recall the explosion caused by his sacrifice, the rather depressing short moment of peace we had after that fight, the nightmares, the sorrow and then the barrage. I’d hate to admit it but at this very moment, I felt that Parhad died for absolutely nothing. “He died for something Fred, don’t you ever guess otherwise.” I lied as I primed my carbine and fired on a barbarian covered in a cloak covered in skulls. …

"Whether you save her or let her die will also decide my ending." He then disappeared. I picked up the drawing, folded it carefully, and put it away.