[ WP ] Death comes knocking at your door , but you 're God .

*Knock Knock* 
 I answer in a powerfully calming yet still serious voice. 
 `` Who goes there?'' 
 A raspy, rattling voice answers. It's cloak is swashing to the side almost getting caught in the door. It's carrying some a sack of some sorts, it's wriggling violently. 
 `` Reaper, Grim.'' the being answers. I open the door a crack. 
 `` Have you come to deliver the souls?'' I reply confidently 
 `` Indeed, do you have what I desire?'' Death asks diligently. 
 I reach into my bag, the light from my blessing is flashing vigorously, without opening the door I can see he is reaching into his bag as well. 
 `` You promised you give me what I need for these souls.'' Grim asked nervously. 
 `` I swear.'' 
 It emptied the bag on my front step. I handed him mine. The vigorous light flashed brighter and brighter. And poof. Death descended downwards. 

