Death wakes up from a fantastic dream that the sector was once nonetheless inexperienced and wealthy and stuffed with souls. He sits up, noticing the gray gentle from out of doors peeking via his window, and he recollects the place he’s. Groaning, he flops again onto the bed and wraps his bony frame within the sheets.
“I’ll handiest sleep five extra mins” he grumbles to himself, “it’s now not precisely as though I’ve someplace to be.”
After thirty mins, Demise reluctantly drags himself away from bed and leaves his comfy house to move out wandering what’s left of the earth.
Not anything has modified since he went to sleep. The arena remains to be a barren husk of its former self, and the people are nonetheless all long past. He’s whisked all of them away to the afterlife, and there may be not anything left for him to do right here.
Demise walks out to a mountaintop cliff and gazes out on the silent town underneath. There’s a grey smog wrapping itself across the solar and blocking off out all of the blue of the sky and the unhappy great thing about the picture brings him some blended convenience however just for a temporary second. There’s something about bleak days and air pollution that Demise loves. Then he recollects how phenomenally bored he’s this present day because of all of the smog and air pollution the people created and his appreciation of the scene evaporates. He continues on his method.
He kicks a soup can during the empty crumbling streets of town, taking a look up on the mountains of rubble that have been as soon as skyscrapers. Constructions that grew taller and taller the broader human creativeness expanded. As he walks down those empty streets, Demise recollects that there was once as soon as a time the place people would bustle previous every different at the sidewalk whilst Demise strolled alongside neglected. They’d stroll via Demise’s ghostly body with out even knowing it as they moved quickly from one location to every other. This sensation of folks strolling via him all the time tickled Demise. He ignored the sensation. In a bizarre method, he beloved those folks even supposing they have been frightened of him, or no less than the theory of him since they’d by no means met him in particular person. His biggest pleasure was once to escort those little folks from one airplane of life to the following. This was once after they in the end noticed him for the primary time. As he introduced them to eternity, they might all the time have essentially the most attractive conversations. He ignored this maximum of all.
He by no means minded all of the killing and the violence ahead of. It was once the circle of existence. Those foolish creatures would all the time be this manner. But their ambitions and their fears were given the most productive of them and the killings escalated over the a long time as his paintings frequently were given a lot busier and extra chaotic. Then one morning Demise awoke and there was once not anything. The people have been long past. He was once all on my own. The one souls he escorted to the afterlife this present day have been creatures that survived the artifical holocaust: cockroaches, rats, and worms. They weren’t superb conversationalists.
Demise recollects he forgot to devour breakfast. He is going again house and makes himself a sandwich. Demise by accident will get mustard on his cloak. He is going to his closet to get every other. Whilst grabbing a contemporary cloak, he notices his outdated chessboard. His center flutters a bit of. Slightly spark of pleasure lighting fixtures up his bones. He’s flooded with reminiscences of difficult unwitting heroes to video games in trade for his or her souls. How grand he as soon as was once, how majestic!
He grabs the sport and rushes out of doors handiest to comprehend he forgot to place on his cloak. Embarrassed, he covers his bare skeleton, shielding it from no one specifically. Previous behavior die laborious. He runs again within and garments himself.
Demise searches town streets for some more or less opponent, any opponent. After a fruitless quest, he in the end reveals a rat in a again alley. He demanding situations the rat to a sport, claiming to be the most productive participant within the land. If the rat wins, he explains, the rodent will transform richer than every other rat within the land. If the rat loses regardless that, its immortal soul belongs to Demise. The rat seems up on the ghostly white specter within the flowing black gown whilst nibbling a work of moldy cheese.
The rat tells Demise it likes the theory of a sport of chess however has blended emotions at the complete “dropping its soul” bit. Begrudgingly, Demise compromises and says the rat received’t lose his soul. He simply actually desires to play chess. The rat is of the same opinion and sits down throughout from loss of life, and begins to arrange his items.
It seems that Demise is far rustier at Chess than he remembered. A couple of mins later the rat has already claimed checkmate and Demise is reminded of precisely why he hates this silly sport. He makes excuses about what number of centuries it’s been since he’s performed however the rat could have none of Demise’s pitiful excuses. The rodent runs round in excited circles, squeaking with pride, celebrating its victory, rubbing it within the demi-god’s face. Demise sighs. No less than folks tended to be excellent sports activities about profitable or dropping. He misses them however he is aware of they aren’t coming again. The rat must do for now. Demise units the items again up and calls for a rematch.