Such an opportunity never came as the being called Death wielded the father of the young girl, the kin to the scythe – there, the false god of Order watched HE who was the Spirit of Vengeance with the mightiest of his tools and prepared to battle. Neither HE nor this false god believed the other would back down.

HE, however, had a single other mission. Burying HIS blades into the earth, HE pulled and corrupted a melted tunnel of obsidian to a proper location. Far down, far below, a sealed representative of fear awaited to be properly judged. HE did not even look at the thing called Death before jumping down the hole to continue HIS eternal crusade.

Death followed.