Azrael is the angel of death. And you're a 6 year old human kid. At least you were...

You played with your dad and ran onto the street to get the ball back. A car hit you, and you died.

You wake up on the street, ambulances, police cars, and a hearse surround you. Some of the people put a black blanket over your dead body that lies in front of you. You try to talk to them that you're okay, to touch them and show them that you're here. But no one sees or hears you. You start crying. You're just 6. You don't understand this! You run away crying and accidentally bump into a man.

As you look up at him, you see a tall man, with 6 black wings, a golden halo, yellow eyes, and a scythe in his hand. Archangel Azrael. The angel that will bring you to heaven or hell...

He smiles down at you...