Death

Death is seen by many as a loss.  A loss of life, and the loss of everything you ever were or ever will be.

It is less known that Death is a sentient being whose purpose is to collect the souls of the living, and to hand that soul on to the next generation.

The soul carries with it fragments of it’s previous host; likes and dislikes, hopes and dreams, faiths and desires.  It is the foundation of the new generation to build upon.

Death, although few have seen him, has the appearance of an elderly man with shoulder-length snow white hair.  His complexion is pale and bony, with wrinkles on every inch of skin and his hands are as cold as ice.  He wears a black pinstripe suit, a matching Fedora hat and has black laced up shoes which are so shiny they reflect the light.

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