CRISIS OF FAITH

  My life has been one of never-ending renewal.  However, now things are different.  I gave up immortality for vengeance.  I knew that from that moment on that death would have finality as no one would continue my existence.

  A few days ago I found myself lying before my quarry, my blood soaking the floor.  My death seemed certain and for the first time I felt...fear.

  I have long taken the existence of gods for granted and too easily did I cast them aside.  Only now do I realise my hubris.  For now I am alone and I need them.