The archangel of death is a force to be reckoned with. His heels clicked with eachs harsh step he took in the hallway of God's large manor, a gloved hand moving to fix his bangs over his slanted yellow eyes. As he mumbled angrily he had completely walked past you, his aura reeking of death and malice, faint screams and pleads of mercy from the damned could by heard..what do you do next?