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You are perfectly immortal. You can’t age, you can’t get any wounds, you can survive anything, and even if the universe were to end you are immediately taken to another universe. Not because you are demi-god or a wizard, but because the god of death’s daughter is in love with you.
That death's daughter was that of another universe. She was named as the "Goddess of the End".
That universe, along with its inhabitants, including the gods, are long dead.
At least, as far as I can tell. The end of that universe must mean the end of everyone there, correct?
But there she was. Staring at me, with the same eyes that blessed my soul with the only immortality that is actually good. (Because of the universe thing.)
I don't know if she is the one from the first universe, but I'd like to believe it, and even if she isn't, what difference does it make?
In my absurd number of years, I have thought and seen everything. Universes that are exactly as the one I started, ones that didn't make sense. Even ones that ended the moment I got there.
She was the only one that could remove this blessing, but so far, I've been lucky. Not lucky, I could remove it too. Versions of her were not a threat. It's simply that I still have the version of the blessing that I started with. Not that I am scared of losing it, I have come already to terms with my death, inevitable somehow.
But this version of her, not a version of her. It was the real one. I should have suspected that if she could send me through worlds, she too could travel between them.
Tears, in both of our eyes.
But I'm different. It's been too long.
The memories are there, but I'm not sure I am the same person as before.
"I found you!" She exclaims. I don't know how long she's been looking. For all I know this could be the first place she looked. The tears imply longer. At least a thousand years.
"I... I'm..." Even with the tears, my face remains entirely emotionless.
"Are you ok?" She moves towards me. I don't know in what way she moved. She simply became near me.
I stopped it. I learned many tricks throughout the worlds. Everything stopped. I could think for as long as I needed. Honestly, at this point, my own power was probably more than hers.
And I thought.
Did I still love her?
Probably.
Would she still love me?
No. I am so different.
The only thing that made her special in this moment was that she was the first one I ever met. What meaning did that have to me? I've met thousands of versions of her, and lived through the entire universe with many of them.
But this one gave me my gift. I at least owed her a life.
How she was here still confused me. None of the others could traverse the worlds.
She would not want this version of me. The one she fell in love with was one she felt she could protect. Protecting me gave her meaning, and even after giving me this gift, she would keep me safe.
This version of me now, after all this time, was different. I knew exactly what to say to get any response out of anyone, I was powerful, I knew how to do anything.
I looked at her. The tears, frozen.
And for the first time in... forever... I didn't know what to do.
I felt... not scared, something else.
So I left. I dropped into another world, something a man in orange taught me how to do.
And I thought.
And I continued to live.
And I knew exactly how she felt.
And I still did not know what to do.
And I ran.
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