[ WP ] Write a story with the grim reaper/angel of death ( a position that can be passed on ) as the protagonist .

`` NO! PLEASE N-'' 
 
 The scythe separated the women's head clean off her shoulders. 
 
 `` You son-of-a-BITCH! THAT WAS MY WIFE!'' 
 
 *I'm sorry. * 
 
 `` C'mon you ass!'' 
 
 Baseball bat in hand, the former husband charged towards the scythe-weilding man. The bat came crashing down through an image, a mist. 
 
 *I'm so sorry. * 
 
 The scythe hooked the man's neck, and with a quick pull, the head fell next to the bat. The, man, stood behind the lifeless body. 
 
 *Too soon. He had a whole life ahead of him. * 
 
 As the, man, looked around, more bodies than grass visible at this point, another man began to appear. 
 
 `` I've been watching you, and I'm confused.'' The man's image solidified, everything from his shoes to his wings. `` I know you are a necessity, but I must stop you.'' A mace solidified in the angel's right hand. `` You remain silent. Is this because of fear, or something else? Do you feel nothing?'' 
 
 *I feel everything. * 
 
 `` If you do feel, know that I do not wish to do this, yet I must.'' The mace flew up on a collision towards the, man's, chin. Before it connected, a blade burst through the angel's chest. 
 
 `` You are a fool of a demon if you think this will kill me. You should know ange-'' Blood spilled onto its robe, red staining the pure white. `` How? Only we...'' 
 
 *I'm sorry. * 
 
 The angel slumped to the ground, another lifeless body added to the already unimaginable total. All around, chaos engulfed what used to be a relatively peaceful neighborhood. 
 
 Another angel appeared next to where the other had fallen. It looked as you'd expect an angel to. Tall, regal, powerful... until its gaze fell onto the other angel. Former angel. Tall and regal still applied, but the were secondary to powerful when an angel became angry. The robes turned dark shades of red and black, turning into armor. Maces appeared in each hand. 
 
 `` How? You're a monster!'' 
 
 *This has to be done. * 
 
 `` The world is ending and you go on a killing spree? Why? Why?! Answer me!'' 
 
 The angel prepared to charge, but never managed to take a step. Instead, it slumped over the shoulders of the demon, blade protruding through its chest and out its back. 
 
 A voice boomed, coming from no place, and all. *DO YOU THINK YOU CAN STOP THIS? * 
 
 The man danced, flowed, through the humans, half not even seeing the cause of their abrupt end. 
 
 *THE OTHER HORSEMEN ARE DOING WHAT THEY ARE SUPOSED TO. BUT YOU, YOU ARE REALLY TRYING TO STOP THIS, ARE N'T YOU? * 
 
 The man paused and became motionless. The apocalypse had begun. The 4 Horsemen unleashed from the depths of Hell. Demons pillaging every civilization. But it was wrong. Death was the only one to sense it. Or, the only one to care. 
 
 *JOIN YOUR BROTHERS. DO WHAT YOU WERE MEANT TO DO. * 
 
 *I am. * 
 
 An aura of light exploded from the Angel of Death, washing over the thousands of bodies. Slowly, they all began to rise. 
 
 *NO! HOW DID YOU GET THE RING?! * 
 
 The bodies turned to face Death, confusion turning to anger. But before they could act, Death spoke. 
 
 `` I am not here to ask for your forgiveness, but to ask for you to listen. We Horsemen have been set free and the apocalypse has started, but it was not Lucifer who did this. The Creator, God, Alpha, Allah, he has done this. He has gone mad. I am going to stop him. You have to choose. Be banished and I will send you away, safe from what will come. Or join me, and fight. 
 
 Death did not wait long, he could tell who would join and who wished to be banished. So he granted them all their wish. 
 
 *SO YOU HAVE AN ARMY OF A FEW HUNDRED HUMANS AND TWO ANGELS. DO NOT FORGET WHO CREATED YOU! * 
 
 *I have n't. And that is why you must die. * 
 
 The skies, opened, angels and demons pouring towards the Earth. Some raised their fists, others maces, others, a baseball bat. Death raised his scythe and blade as a group of angels veered his way. 
 
 *I'm sorry. *
