The Angel of Death shuddered in fear. The thought of those countless faces - faces frozen in fear of him, filled him in turn with fear.

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But why should they fear him? He, who would always come to them at some point. And they did not even know where he would take them; the things he would show them; the transformations they would go through. A Mythical Serpent shedding its skin to grow wings for flight before it goes up in flames. Cycles of seasons - Pain and Pleasure, Suffering and Peace, Loss and Healing.

 

And he realized one thing - Man was afraid to die, for he was afraid to live.