Wait, not yet...
I will become Death.
Every millennium that passes, seven new mortals are chosen to take the place of the Immortals, who then can kick back and enjoy eternity.
I was chosen for Death.
I'm not sure why. I'm not some sadistic psycho who likes pain and death--little pyromania perhaps, but not actual death.
Now I am actual Death.
Why me?
Why not me?
