Death (Personified)
Death..personified. The ambiguous, lurking presence that separates man's previously beating heart from his fatefully harvestable soul. Death gradually appears from a rising fog, unbeknownst at first, to his soon-to-be-adopted soul's host.
His presence an unavoidable obstacle and seemingly softened threat. He'll wait patiently if required, but will strike quickly at reaping time.
He abides by no timeline, and thrives in an incomprehensible realm where the number of souls collected dictates all aspects of his existence. The Grim Reaper, as he is also called, is no angel, and has no wings.
Death is not compliant, or defiant. He is not bold. Nor is he subtle. His presence can be felt , but has no need for promotion. Death's face is an anti-static mirage of constantly moving fog-like distortions of a dark and muted rotting skull. Death can not be looked in the face, nor be touched. But his working hands can cause a man's disconnecting body and soul paralysis, and his innermost being to feel the unavoidable agony of a soul-separation.
Death knows not where his reapings finally rest; in a pearly paradise, a suffering stagnance, or the scorching bowels of hell; for his blinding purpose is to reap a man's soul, which he will do, without fail.
Death's arrival represents the final account of a man's earthly journey; the finality and amassment of each decision and repentance ever made.
Death brings the often unexpected irreversible end to a life and concludes man's worldly test, delivering him to trial.
