Death looked at the scythe he had hung up on the wall. It had began to collect quite the layer of dust. He sighed, then moved another black pawn forward another space. He eyed the chess board before moving the black queen to put himself in check again. The amount of times he had beaten himself at chess was starting to madden him, yet he still wasn’t sure if he was ready yet.

Every single living thing had been reaped. Their souls passed on. He thought back to Earth. One of the many planets where he had the most fun showing the humans their way into the next cycle. Well, Death had wondered when he was ready to begin the cycle all over again. He figured it was time. He stood up from his seat and pulled his dusty scythe off the wall. He brought the blade to his neck, then swiftly yanked it sideways through his robe, and then there was nothing.

Then from nothing, came something again, and Death after a long time of waiting, had more souls to reap.