Meeting with the Reaper.

Death, my friend, is not the scary part.
You see you’re not afraid of death itself.
No.
What you’re afraid of it’s what’s beyond.
Because you don’t know.
It’s different.
It’s new.
It’s scary.
But everything will be okay, love.
Because no matter where you go,
Whether there’s a heaven or a hell,
Or merely nothing in the darkness beyond,
There will be someone to receive you.
Maybe you’ll meet the King of Death like me.
Maybe you’ll sell your soul for a couple of extra years.
Or perhaps you will meet the Reaper before your time.
If you do tell him he owes me money.
Shh, shh, little one,
Crying will do you nothing.
There’s nothing you can do,
Your time is soon,
Your end is coming.
Be prepared.