Once Upon the Mirrored Shaft

Any God of Death doesn't follow behind─was what I confirmed by September 6th, or the second day of the chaos excursion.

Precisely the afternoon when I was hit by the lightning bolt.

I can disregard the idiosyncrasies of the recent incident but not the manifestation of true immortality. I've long suppressed myself into feeling any pain, thus going to extreme fervor of not getting injured no matter what happens.

For four years, I've been successful.

While most of my actions were capricious, they're adherent to discipline. Not at best though as they happen to be paradoxical by normal interpretation. My arrogant supercomputer brain found it rather despicable to have called myself undisciplined.

Thought unwell, simply someone torn in endless uncertainty.

I've been disciplined in my own rights.

Just when this pulse of energy burrowed into my torso, I'd already anticipated the dire outcome.