[ WP ] Tell me the middle of a sci-fi epic . No beginning or introduction to the setting or characters , nor any context to what 's going on , and no resolution of any kind .

“ I wonder if you could possibly answer this simple question, Horseman, ” said a hollow voice behind him. It was the only voice besides that of Apocalypse himself that could actually send chills down Blight ’ s spine. 
 
 “ What are you doing in my realm, and what gave you and your master the right to come here? ” 
 
 Blight whirled around to see the unmistakable, wraith-like form of Death himself. 
 
 “ YOU! ” he bellowed, taking a step back. The aura around Death seemed to radiate nearly as much as power as Apocalypse, perhaps an equal amount. But while the feeling one got from Apocalypse ’ s presence was one of widespread destruction and devastation, Death ’ s was far more subtle, and just as unnerving. Death was about simply that: death. It was not about rending one ’ s head from his body. Not about ripping someone in half. 
 
 No, it was about simply negating him from existence. Blanking him out, going back to the archives of all that existed and tearing his name out. It was so…. personal, it made him feel so mortal, that in an instant the Horseman realized exactly why Apocalypse had warned him against the Council member. 
 
 A small shrub was growing on the ground next to him. As Death brushed by it, it immediatley lost all color and began to rot away. In the air around him, Blight began to see other wraiths, strange spirits flitting around and disappearing, only to reappear behind Blight himself. There were sounds, strange cries echoing from the bizarre entities that surrounded their master. 
 
 There was a reason why Death was considered the most feared member still on the Council in higher circles of entities of Blight ’ s power, not that there were many. It was because the army he commanded was the largest in history. That was because he commanded every army in history, and they obeyed him unquestionably. But Blight was surprised not to have encountered more of his servants. It seemed like Death had made it his business to confront Blight and send a message to Apocalypse. 
 
 For Blight had taken Apocalypse ’ s word to heart. His words were caught in his throat as the wraith wafted closer to him ever so slowly. For the first time in his existence, he knew what true fear was. He was paralyzed. He knew deep down that men who ran from Death were fools. Once Death decided to find you, it was better to get it over with. 
 
 Still, he tried. He screamed and fired off a gigantic sphere of pure white energy right in Death ’ s face. It slammed into the wraith ’ s head, momentarily throwing his hood back before it simply passed off into the distance. For that mili-second when Blight saw the Council member ’ s identity, his true face, he was sapped of all resistance. He went pale. 
 
 Death pulled his hood forward calmly, and reached over with his hand. His index finger touched Blight ’ s shoulder, and he could feel his pulse begin to weaken. His vision grew hazy, and for a moment, his heart began to thump extra fast before slowing down imperceptibly. He couldn ’ t think clearly, so he couldn ’ t even move away to escape Death ’ s touch. 
 
 He knew it was coming. It was a sensation he had never felt before, and he was glad he would never feel it again. Just as he felt his lungs seize up, refusing to draw one more labored breath, he heard a voice he could have never been more glad to hear. 
 
 “ Move away, Death. Your business is with me. Not my Horseman. ” 

