Prologue: Death Be His Name.

Death was a concept, It was just a word to explain what the opposite of alive was. There was nothing else attached to it other then that. It was no title, no name, no person. Although, that didn't stop many from using it as such but in the end it was simply a word with a grim meaning.

At least many thought anyway.

To be fair, his true name wasn't Death. His real name was Mors, At least that's what the archangels dubbed him, after he came into existence shortly after the death of Abel, The second son of Adam.

Adam being someone he wasn't quite fond of for various reasons.

Mors's creation was a surprise to many within heaven, His appearance also was quite shocking to all those who were there to witness his 'birth'.

Mors looked incredible different from other angels, While many angels composed of many bright and soft colors. Mors, Took on more darker ones.

Mostly pitch black.

Like other angels he did take on a humanoid figure but that's pretty much where the resemblance ended.

Mors was tall. Very, very tall, In fact he was the tallest angel to date. His entire body, plus his wings were pitch black and if wasn't for his face, Many would most likely mistake him for someone's shadow. While his body looked like that of a endless void, His face was the exact opposite. His face was stark white, While his eyes, Just like his body, Was like looking into eternal darkness. He also had black markings upon his face that gave him a look similar to that of entertainers found on earth calling themselves 'mimes'.

'Mimes'. Entertainers that the author soon realized did not exist in that timeline.

Oh, Well.

The strangest, If all that wasn't strange enough was his halo. Like the rest of his body it was pitch black but with a glowing white outline surrounding it and unlike his fellow angels who had perfectly round halo's, Mors's was, Broken looking, It looked like a very crooked circle, that had been thrown on the ground and stomped on a million times.

And then there was the jagged thorns, scattered around randomly on it.

It was quite unnerving to those who looked upon it.

All in all, He was quite something to look at and stood out like a sore thumb.

He also made many of the other angels very nervous due to his appearance. In fact, When he first made his debut to the lower parts of heaven, Many angels became so horrified by him that they either ran away in pure terror or simply fainted on the spot.

It was because the lingering fear others had and growing rumors towards Mors which caused him to become a recluse, hiding himself away from his peers, the only beings that would visit him were the archangels. Eventually, Archangel Michael had enough of seeing young Mors hiding himself away on the outskirts of heaven's gates. So he took it upon himself to drag Mors out of his hole.

And promptly throw him into the mortal realm.

The last thing Mors remembers is seeing Michael waving at him, telling him to "have fun!". Mors also discovered that he was locked out of heaven, No matter what he did he couldn't transport himself back. so with small 'sigh' and a shrug Mors picked himself up and ventured into the mortal realm to, 'have fun'.

And great heaven above, It was the greatest time of his entire existence.

Mors spent eons on earth, it was wonderful, enlightening and beautiful. He watched from a far as everything grew, evolved and eventually died and for some reason he felt oddly connected to all of it, Including when the lives of others came to a end.

Sadly, Mors found himself constantly moving from place to place. He found that the longer he stayed in one area, Bad things would start happening around him. Plants would wilt, the lush ground would slowly become barren, Stone and mountains would crumble to dust, animals and humans alike would get painfully sick and eventually die in bulk.

Despite his looks, Mors was very soft-hearted. He didn't like seeing misery and he very much preferred watching someone die with a smile on there face. Mors grew to love life and he hated that his very existence made it slowly drift away no matter where he went.

Eventually, Mors decided it was best to leave earth behind, He grew tired of the curse he always brought as he crossed the lands. Sadly though, he still couldn't open a gate to heaven and was pretty much stuck in the mortal realm.

But then he got a idea.

Instead of opening a gate to heaven. He'll try to open one to hell.

Mors had never been to hell, He had heard of it and he knew that another archangel was living down there, One he never met of course, Lucifer he believe was the name. Maybe, If he were to go down to hell he could talk to him and they could open a gate to heaven for him.

Simple.

Or so Mors thought.

End Of Prologue