Throughout our lives, death is what we fear the most. It comes in many different shapes and sizes, hitting us when we least expect it. I wanted death to take me in open arms but when it came for me...it didn't. The bullet that went through my skull was supposed to kill me but through some miraculous miracle, I survived. It wasn't until three years later that I had awoken up from a coma. That's when I met the Devil himself, Lucifer. He was surprised to see me alive and well but couldn't understand as to how. That's when he told me who I was, Death, one of the Four Horsemen of his Apocalypse. I...