Death

When I was young.. Well, I'm still young, really, but you know what I mean...



anyway, a really long time ago I used to think I had the hardest job in all of my family.



It was fine at the beginning, at the very beginning dying and living were new things, and people did them with the enthusiasm they always bring to new things.



They were pleased to see me, at the beginning, and at the end.

They'd tell me all about it.



You know.



The whole life thing.



And then, after a bit...



it got harder.



The only people who greeted me with relief did so as an escape fro something bad or intolerable. The rest of them just wished I'd go away, as if dying were some kind of admission of failure.



It made me sad, you know.I mean, I was sad too much of the time. I thought about giving up- walking out.



And one day I did. This was still a long time ago, long before this world. But I kind of refused to do it anymore. I stopped taking life. People and animals, birds and bacteria, fish and ideas; nothing died.



The chaos and the pain got bad, and then they got worse. Like I said, nothing died.



They sent a young man to see me. He came a long way, but eventually he found me, and he pleaded. I went and looked at what I'd done.



And then I went back to work. You know?



Just like that.



Because I knew what the alternative was. And it wasn't very nice.



Then some time later there was a time when I got kind of hard and cold and bitter inside. It really started to get to me. I mean, people feel as pleased to have been born as if they did it themselves. And mostly they didn't.



But they did get upset and hurt and shaken when they die, even if they did it themselves.. And sometimes they did.



And one day a small girl looked at me when I took her, all icy and distant and vain, and she said, "How would you like it?". That was all she said, but it hurt me and made me think.



I resolved that, every hundred years I'd take a day to live, to see how I liked it, and to see what I could learn. After the first day I was alive, when I met me, I turned to me and I told me I was a coldhearted, stuck-up frigid bitch; only I didn't say it anywhere as nicely.



And I got the message.



You see, when someone's died, mostly they're a bit shaken or hurt, or angry, or worse. And all they need is a kind word and a friendly face.



People may not be ready for my gift, but they get it anyway. The sunless lands are far away and the journey is hard, and most of you will be glad of the company of a friend.



At the end each of us stands naked.



At the end, each of us stands alone.



And since I figured that out, it's not exactly deeps but it took me a long time to understand it, it's been pretty good.



I've met so many cool things and people and worlds. I've learned so much.



Lots of people don't have jobs they love doing, do they?



Anyways, I'm really very lucky.



So I'll be seeing you.

Character introduction is taken from the Death graphic novel.



Death has the ability to teleport. She's simply a guide to the other side, and thus her power of death is only implemented by the causation of death.

She's fairly upbeat given her title and role, always smiling, always playful. She's there when you need her. She's kindhearted and fair.