The warm embrace of death held me close. She was like a gentle lover, one who was easily pleased with whatever she was given, and would gladly reciprocate. I was drawn to her for so long, wanting nothing more than to enclose myself in her strong, yet soft arms. And now, I had finally done what no bullet wound, deep laceration, or blast injury had ever been able to accomplish. My life's goal complete, I sat back, and watched as all of creation streamed past, moving ever forward into its own oblivion. For once, I could see why he wanted me to do all those asinine things for his employers. Creation was beautiful. It was a shame only death could show me. I had much to learn.
Suddenly, I could see far off, a set of seven gems. They called to me, beckoning me closer. "...find us, you must find us..." The words were faint. Suddenly, the gems were replaced by a man, who seemed very familiar. That was impossible, since I had never seen him in my life. He, too, called to me, much clearer than the gems. "You must brave the darkness, my son, for you carry the torch of freedom."
I felt myself pulled away from death's tender embrace, towards the plane of mortality. I fought against it, not wanting to go back to the hell that had twisted me for 5000 years. "Fear not, young one." The voice of death was even more tender than her hold. "You no longer need to fear the unending torment. We shall see each other again." Reassured by her words, I began the slow descent back into life, and suddenly, everything went black.