The angel of death comes for the wicked, for those who hurt others with icy indifference. She comes with fingers of knives to slice out the eyes that watched the horror and pain with such callous minds. And when she stands before the greedy, the false and mortal who crave power, blades ready, tell them not for ask for pity, because to her, when she faces those who are so very evil, mercy means death. All she gives is a one-way ticket to face God. The angel of death was tasked with lighting the way to the dimension the departing soul would be bound to for their next life. For a human soul there were infinite paths. The angel of death had never yet lost a charge to the emptiness, the vast pool of the other entities that vied to be a God, for the angel was an ambassador of the only true God -
