The Death of an Immortal

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Sometimes I ask myself- when one is an immortal, is it possible to die?
It's a question I've wrestled with for quite a while.
Death is an inevitability for all, no matter how powerful.
That's what I've always been taught, since the moment I came into existence.
It's what father knew to be true. So, why would he lie to me about such a thing?
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How is it that we are capable of dying, if such things as age and disease are foreign to us?
I believe the concept is simple, in the end. After all, every life is a story.
Unique, without ever repeating. Never to be lived again.
And all stories must come to an end- a harsh reality I refused to learn.
And yet- learn, I did. So, what does that mean?

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Who decides when a story dies, if it lives immortalized in song, word, or show?
As ironic as it might seem, the same way anything else does- it merely ceases to exist.
It is forgotten. No longer told. No longer sung. No longer shown.
Eventually, there will be no one that remembers it. Never to be recalled again.
And so, it begs the question- where do these stories go if they die?
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I think this is it. I've accepted it, over the past few years.
I am dead. Well and truly.
Though, not in the same way as you might think, dear reader.
After all, I'm still here, aren't I? And yet not, all at the same time.
A memory, waiting to fade away. Until no one is left to remember.
With so many stories of my own memory to fade away with me.
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Grandmother. Grandfather.
I knew so little of you before you passed. It made me... sad.
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Amalene. Iliane. Tempus.
You were quite fun, weren't you? Always something to look forward to. Always something to excite me.
Yet gone so pitifully, without anyone to truly mourn you save for I.
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Olivia. Nerevar. Ezan.
My loyal subordinates... never questioning. Always obedient. Each with a story to tell.
Goals. Aspirations. Desires. Failures. Successes. Their little peculiarities that brought me much amusement.
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Ludmaz.
Insane bastard. Always plotting. Always secretive.
You got in the way of my fun- but, you showed me something just as interesting, in the end.
Your downfall was something that was inevitable- and yet oh-so spectacular it was.
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Shui.
We never liked each other, though I quite loved to stomp you into the dirt.
Your pride burned bright, and I enjoyed crushing it. Though, that arrogance was almost endearing, in a way.
I'm sure you didn't give it up for even a second, as you died by the hero's hand.

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Samael

My most loyal subordinate, and the adopted son of Mero.

No matter what it was, you always listened. No matter how insane, unhinged, or unreasonable I was, you would always be there when I called.

I wish I could have been there to see your last moments. Alas, your story is one that I will remember until the end of time.

And the story of your family, too.
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Jegnal

My dearest brother. One who helped protect me and my home in the absence of Father. Even if I know he hated it.

You were... always a complex man. I'm not sure I ever truly understood you- and I doubt I ever will. Yet, one thing I understood was your care for your family.

I saw the grave you left for me, alongside the others. It was... touching, to know that my story would forever linger within your mind.

Though, that's not really possible now, is it?

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Mero.
My guardian. A man who did so much for me from the moment I was created.
You served your purpose well. You were more loyal than anyone else. And more helpful than can be described.
I threw a party, to celebrate your life and accomplishments. Though, perhaps it was not as enjoyable as I would have wanted.
They were too sad. Unable to truly smile, laugh, and drink.
I never was good with social cues.

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Ulciel.

My precious younger brother. One who cared for me in ways that many never could imagine.

You saw me as a wall that needed to be surpassed. Not just for your own goals, but for mine as well.

You saw how I looked upon the world. How everything felt so below me. All my interest in things fading away with time.

You wanted to give me a challenge. You wanted to make me feel something again. You wanted to show me that there was more.

In the end- you did. Though, I wish the performance were better... you wanted to show me there was more,

And I gave you nothing but disappointment. Even if you didn't know it.

I'm sure you've come to the same conclusion I have, brother. That, perhaps, disappearing from the stage isn't so bad, after all.

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Sabathiel.
My older brother. The man who always stood for his beliefs no matter what anyone else thought.
You know... I cried. I genuinely cried, for the first time in... well... many, many countless years. Perhaps decades.
It wasn't because you were gone, no. Rather, it was because I wasn't there to see it.
I wasn't there for your passing in glorious battle. I wasn't there for your funeral. Maybe He would have killed me for it- I didn't care.
What's the point of being immortal, if I can't remember your last moments?
What's the point of a life that will never end, if I can't forever chronicle the end of one of the stories I loved most in the world?
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Morgana.
There are many things I could say about you... and yet, I feel like it is more fitting to keep them unspoken.
You taught me that it's okay to fade away. To not be in the spotlight. To be nothing more than a face in the crowd.
I doubt I could do the last part- it's not really my style, you know? But, my time has long come, and my slippers long departed from the stage.
It's my time, now. To fade away, as the curtains close.
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Father.
Thank you for creating me. I believe that is all I could ever say.
Twenty-three long years... I believe it's time that we make up for those lost moments.
Until you die, too. Or, perhaps, you already have.
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I have felt love. I have felt hate.
I have felt joy. I have felt sorrow.
I have felt excitement. I have felt despair.
I have felt many things, and learned what it means to live.
And now, I have learned what it means to die.
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And thus, the book closes. A story, come to its conclusion.
A tale of tragedy, bloodshed, and acts most foul.
A tale of jubilance, joy, and revelry all around.
A tale that held not a single ounce of regret, no matter how far down it sunk.
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This, dear reader, is the end. Of a story over two decades in the making.
The story of the best dancer the world has ever seen.
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The End.