DEATH

WHAT CAN THE HARVEST HOPE FOR, IF NOT FOR THE CARE OF THE REAPER MAN?

— DEATH, Reaper Man

A tall, skeletal figure in a black hood, DEATH is the embodiment of a single, fundamental law of the universe: All beginnings must have an end. He is the rot that infests all logs, the rust that claims all metal, and the flow of entropy that all things follow.

And yet, he is not a malicious figure, as some may believe. In fact, he is quite pleasant to the recently departed, often guiding them to their afterlives and having a friendly chat with them, helping them deal with their current situation. However, even his patience has limits, and those who would desecrate the dead, especially by resurrecting them and defying the natural law, are sure to gain his ire.