I never really think about my mortality. Sometimes, it’ll cross my mind, but not as much as I thought it would. I try to fall into the hustle and bustle of daily life. I try to keep myself occupied so I can’t think about my impending demise.

Truthfully, I’ve walked this world for thousands of years and I imagined that mortals always thought about their eventual death. It was one of these days that I was pondering the human existence that I found out they believe immortals live a lonely existence. I, however, think that a long life is the only way to experience everything the world has to offer.

Humans are only on this Earth for a hundred years, give or take, and for a lot of that time they can’t even experience it. See, for the first eighteen years at least they’re reliant on their parental units. Not to mention that the last twenty or so years of human life their off-spring start to beg them to stay home. Realistically they have a window of about sixty years to enjoy the world and I spent longer than that building my fortune. I couldn’t imagine that being my whole life span. I used to pity the mortals, they would never live the lives I’ve lived or seen the world the way I have. I’ve seen empires rise, just to fall in what feels like a blink of an eye. I’ve earned ten degrees, seen every part of this world and the next, and yet I feel like I haven’t experienced enough.

But two years ago, something changed. The gods appeared to me, telling me I’ve spent my years selfishly and that I did not deserve them. I pleaded with them, promising to change my ways. But this was not enough and as they walked away from me the goddess leading them to turn her head back saying that the life I had lead was proof enough that I didn’t deserve my immortality.

I’ve spent the last two years trying to help people and prove that I did deserve my immortality, which I guess is why I ended up here. I was on the ground, surrounded by my own blood with a knife protruding from my chest. I tried to do what the gods wanted, I saved the girl, but it seems that I wasn’t able to save myself.

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