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One day I felt a icy cold touch on my shoulder and when I turned to look I saw the Death angel staring right at me. I asked him what did I do to die. He laughed and said he wasn't here to kill me but wanted my assistance to help him claim more souls for his prize. What assistance? Then he perch on my shoulder like a raven. Now anyone that I come in contact with dies. Until one day when the Death angel gets tired of me and desides to kill me, I shall remain his slave helping him with his dirty, bloody work of destruction.