It isn't death that has me afraid, not anymore. I'm only afraid of what will happen if I don't make it out.
Twilight continued to charge down the cavern, stopping only when she was too tired to continue. When she stopped running, she would still keep moving, albeit slower, until she could work up the energy to continue running.
She was walking when she came across him. The moment she saw another figure in the cavern, she took a fighting stance, not about to let what had happened with Umbaba happen again. As she got closer, the figure began to take shape.
It looked to be a male alicorn, his whole body a sickly grey. His mark showed a scythe and a dark cloak. As Twilight approached, he looked up, his Swedish hat clashing with his mournful expression. "It's nice to see that you haven't been beaten yet, but it won't be long now." He said.
"I don't care how powerful you think you are, try anything and I'll do to you what I did to the rest of Gregory's goons." Twilight said, trying to sound intimidating. The alicorn looked at her quizzically, then laughed, "I assure you Twilight, I am no goon of Gregory's. In a way, I suppose you could consider us business competitors."
"Who are you?" Twilight asked slowly, noticing the distinct lack of any kind of energy coming from him. "I'm what you might refer to as 'The Grim Reaper'. Please, call me Death."
Twilight was about to object, but between the fact that a magic scan showed that all energy, thermal, magical, chemical, or otherwise, seemed to stop with this alicorn, and the fact that meeting the angel of death wouldn't even be the strangest thing to happen to her that week, she believed him; but still kept her guard up.
"If you're Death, then why are you here? I'm still alive… right?" Twilight questioned. "You are still living yes," Death said, "Normally when a guest gets this far out, I try to help them by severing their connection to Gregory House. But you, somehow the house has too strong a hold on you, I can't cut it. You chances of getting out of here are slim, slimmer still if I can't cut your connection. If Gregory catches you, I won't be what you meet. Gregory and those who live in the house will do things to your soul so unspeakable that not even I can speak of it."
"You still haven't told me what you're here to do." Twilight pointed out, slightly shaken by the reaper's words. "I can't help you back to your home, but I can help you avoid the fate Gregory intends for you. If you come with me now, then Gregory will never get the chance to take you." Death explained.
"Go with you where?" Twilight asked, confused. "To the afterlife, where else?" Death said. Seeing Twilight's horrified reaction, he continued, "I know passing on is not preferable, but its leaps and bounds better than the alternative. With all you've done in life, you're a shoo-in to get into heaven. I know it may be difficult to face not being able to see your friends again until they pass, but…"
"No, I'm not going with you. Thank you for trying to help, but I've come this far and I intend to escape." Twilight said defiantly. Death shook his head, "Why must the hero always go down fighting?" "I don't plan on going down." Twilight said. "They never do." Death said, stepping aside.
"I sincerely hope you find safe passage," Death said as Twilight took off down the cavern, "Too bad hope doesn't count here." He said sighing.