Death is the inevitable truth of human existence. The one thing that no one, not even the most powerful can escape.

Or so they say.

It's not quite that simple anymore. Not after tonight. Tonight, there is work, the blasphemy of science itself, to behold. Tonight, a man's life will come to its long-awaited end. Tonight, a man closes his eyes, his breath slowing, his heart beating to a stop within. Death will claim him, as it has done so for countless humans over the millennia.

And then.

A spark of electricity. The humming of machinery. And a flash of light-

The man's eyes open once more. He does so with a scream, one so filled with pain and terror and anguish, that scientists who've surrounded his bed (anxiously awaiting the results of their experiment) will recoil in fear. There is something in his voice that rekindles the primal instincts hidden so deeply inside their minds.

The man will rise from his table, eyes bleeding red, and the soul-wrenching scream still issuing from his lips. He will lunge at the nearest person and wrap his hands around their shoulders, shaking them with an unnatural force.

He will beg them to send him back.

They will not.

Man is not meant to tamper with the realm of gods. And yet in their arrogance, they will continue to do so, in spite of the many warnings put in their way.