The scene shifted from one place of darkness to another.

He had many souls he could choose from, and in these places seemed to be many just perfect to join his army.

He looked upon a single shadow standing before the walls of its cave. It did not move, it did not speak.

It had lost something in the movements between death and its undead revival.

Something...it knew not what. Only that it was but a hollow shell of what it had once been.

The darkness before it deepened as a voice spoke from the vantablack wall.

"I see you...I can fix you...You need only step forward, Into my embrace..."

Silence was the only reply.

"I can give you power. I can make you more then you ever were."

Still the undead was still as death. The pin pricks of dull red light that marked its eyes remained unfocused, distant.

"...Broken indeed... Let me give you but a small taste then." He said as a malevolent smile drew across the vague thing it had for a face.

Something blacker than black, darker than a world without light reached forth from the small section of wall.

An arm...

Slow one long finger caressed the broken undeads distorted visage and something changed.

Slowly the twisted visage of the undead corrected.

Like putting back together all the pieces of a broken mirror, and yet still it was broken.

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Something lit in the eyes of that undead. Memory flashed and sputtered as to did its eyes.

It remembered little...but enough.

Enough to make a choice.

The arm retracted into the abyss from whence it came and for a long moment there was silence before finally something spoke.

"...end..."

"Oh so you speak. Tell me what it is you wish. An end? The end of an enemy, the end of what? Name it." The thing spoke, its voice hastening as its excitement grew.

The undead began to shake, compelled by the words of something far greater than it to speak and yet words eluded it.

One long moment passed before it finally spoke again.

"I don't desire whatever vile power you offer me. I seek not salvation, only the end...." it spoke those last words echoing far more than they should have and things took notice.

"Yes...I think I'm...I think I'm done. I just want to rest." it spoke with a newfound certainty. For the final time it saw words roll across its vision.

Hidden option, The End, has been chosen!

For a moment the darkness parted and light poured through the gap, as if someone had pull a zipper on the fabric of reality. All was still, all was quiet, as if time had simply come to a stop.

A figure clad all in white and wearing a hood that obscured much of his face, stepped through the doorway, his large angelic wings spreading out behind him before returning their resting position upon his back.

The hole closing behind him.

The figure did not spare a glance to the dark thing as it pulled back from this place. He was here for but one.

All of the other shadows fled the light, fled this figure that gave of a light all his one.

"You have chosen the end?" it asked seeking confirmation, its voice echoing outward even with time standing still.

He could see only the nose and mouth of the angel that stood before him.

"I have." was his simple reply.

"Then come." it said holding out a hand for him to take. And so he did.

Are you death? A question on his mind but one he already knew the answer to. Yet still Death spoke.

"I am the end..." death spoke, his face remaining neutral, his voice echoing with ages long gone.

"What happens next?" he asked uncertainty filling him.

Death simply smiled as he spoke.

"For you there will be no heaven, no hell. All that there will be is peace. The End..."

Like all fairy tales this one too came to an end. Death embraced the man, and in that moment motion returned to the world.

But the two had gone already, leaving little behind.

Save for the echo of beating wings and a single large feather of purest white resting gently upon the ground.

The feather still glowing with faint light all its own.