Everlasting, a phrase used to describe the ever present me. I, who have lived since the dawn of many of life's creatures, am damned to exist until their ultimate demise. Meaning, I cannot die no matter how many times you kill me. A true immortal unfortunately, and if you ask me, living is a pain in the ass. I've tried dying so many times that I've lost count. When the waves swallowed the earth whole the second time, I thought maybe I would die. I didn't. I thought I would die in Babylon. I didn't. I thought maybe the Trajan wars both non human and human would kill me. They didn't. I had hoped that the pirates and witch hunts might, but I only learned that drowning for five years straight at the bottom of the ocean sucked and burning at the stake was done and over with. Then I thought maybe the world wars and civil wars across the globe might. They didn't. Now I'm stuck in the 21st century, bored out of my damn mind as I continue to 'die' every night only to end up healing the moment a blade cuts me. The only thing I haven't done, is try and end the world myself. What's a guy gotta do to end his miserable life? Destroy everything? Because I'm starting to think that might be best.