[ WP ] Your main Character is a servant of the Angel of Death , it is instructed to kill any of those who believe in re-encarnation .

I conduct the ritual every month. It is a terrible, ancient practice that opens the gate between our world and the realm of spirit. To do it once is madness, but to do it regularly is a business arrangement. My immortality or eternal punishment rests entirely on upholding my end of the bargain. I alone knew the deep, dark secret that maintains the veil of the mundane. 
 
 Death itself appears to me as he always does, glasses askew, deep bags under the eyes, and crumpled business casual attire. As usual, I remain silent. My place is to serve, not question. 
 
 `` Ugh...'' Death groaned as he stretched his back. `` I've been having a pretty fucking awful week so let's skip all those Old World formalities, eh?'' I bowed deeply and muttered, `` As you command, my master.'' He seemed annoyed for some unknowable reason, but after a moment merely sighed. `` I once thought this job was the most valuable service to the afterlife, you know. Ferrying souls to their eternal reward or punishment? What could be more beautiful, really? 
 
 It was n't until after I picked up the scythe did I see the mountains of paperwork my predecessor left me. Your mortal mind could not begin to understand how much of the afterlife is dominated by fine print and red tape.'' 
 
 At this, his eyes grew a smoldering red beneath those horn-rimmed glasses. `` And I will be *damned* if I spend every Saturday for the next century filing for these fucking Buddhists.''
