Angel of Death

His cloak, like a dark shadow hovers over you. Fingers cold and icey grip your body as he patiently awaits your last breath. “There is no easy way to do this you know.” Then with sicle in hand, he severs your soul from body and you are set free. Free to follow the light, or other persuits. But for those with radical otherly plans; beware. He is suited in dark armor with chains and spiked flail. Mounted upon a dark horse sometimes he rides for fast persuit when needed. And to this there is no escape. Flame to flame.