Do - End - Repeat - and the author is ...

I have driven him back into the abyss of the darkness where countless hellions live and breathe such as he.

But I will be ever watchful for I know he will return. He always comes back, and when he does, this cat and mouse game will begin again just as it has before.

My friends will die, strangers will die, and many of them by my own hand, or because I put them in harm's way. But it is my nature. It is what I do. My guns loaded, my sights set for his return to do a never-ending battle.

Already, I can hear my name called from distant visages. It is always the same. The screaming. Crying. Pleading. Begging. It will all be for naught.

Be it here on my world or the other, I will suffer consequences no mere mortal could endure and yet continue on. It is the way. The only way.

I had found redemption but even that is tempoary. After all, it is a true statement that when one quest ends, a new quest begins, even in reruns of a constant hell.

But when the time draws high, I shall place my energies at the intersect where all life exists. The only thing that never changes are the roses; the red fields of none.

The sun is high up, and the ocean roars.

Soon, the game of death begins anew.