text: Death has one job, to claim the souls and take away lives of those who have met their end, it has never made a mistake, for when those mangled claws reach for a man, it is undoubtedly their end. Sisyphus the ancient king of Corinth, who managed to trick Death, did so only due to the human emotions that death held, but since then they have been ruthlessly cast aside... Right? The family had been cruising through space leisurely, living the life in a starship. The starship slowly made it's way to a small, lush blue planet. In the cabin sat a middle-aged couple and a young child. Sounds of a child's eager laughter filled the cabin. The man turned around and gazed lovingly at his son as he frolicked and played in the cabin. His wife was comfortably laid back, her feet up and a cocktail in hand. A sudden jolt sent the beautiful cosmoplitan crashing to the ground, the shattered glass seemingly divining an imminent disaster. A stray asteroid had embedded it into the side of the starship, the man having had a lapse in concentration while looking at his dear son. The man's body had been banged harshly against the controls when the asteroid had collided and was terrifyingly mangled. The starship was flaming, cruising at a terrifying angle. The man, looked behind him and met the worrying gazes of his wife and son. He gritted his teeth and roared. He was heavily injured, yet the starship was still a distance from the safety of the planet. His body shut down, no man would be able to live with such horrific injuries-yet his will would not falter, seemingly steering the ship with nothing but his willpower, he held on. "I can't die yet-not until I land" he roared, his mind filled with one thought-To ensure his family's safety. The reaching claws of Death froze, its fingers twitching in astonishment, a hint of horror surfacing in it's deep grey eyes. The simply man would not die. One final tug and the starship safely landed, the cabin shaking as the bottom of the spaceship harshly collided against the lush green grass. As the man closed his eyes, he smiled. His arms fell limply to his side, the last fibres of life seeping out of his body. Death's hand shivered, it reared its fearsome head and gazed at the man. The body of the man was small and broken, with his wife and child tearing over it. Yet in the illustrious eyes of Death, it was high and mighty like a god. The man who would not die-not until he made sure his family was safe. A smile formed on the terrifying visage of Death, it's mangled claw retreated, he bowed deeply in respect and quietly left. The man shook and awoke with a start, staring at his wife and child in shock, and as he hugged them, he gazed over the shoulder of his wife, at the empty cabin where Death stood just a few moments ago.