Badly beaten and left for dead, I crawled my way out of the alley. I tried to. I couldn’t stand, my legs broken in many places. I could barely see, my eyes clouded with my own blood and almost swollen shut. I couldn’t even feel my body, I could only feel the pain. The bruises and the wounds pulsated with my weakening heartbeat.

I tried to call out for help, but my voice was barely a whisper. And even if I could scream for help, there was no one around.

Feeling defeated, I fell down. With the last of my strength, I turned myself to my back to face the heavens above. I prayed to every god out there, to help me. I lived a faithless life and maybe I was right. There was no one there to hear me. Except…

The one true god. He heard my pleas. As soon as I asked for his help, begged for his mercy, I felt his presence. His coldness embraced me, numbed me of my pain. Darkness surrounded me and through my blindness I see his haunting face. In all his glory, Death spoke to me:

“You’ll get what you deserve; I’ll make sure of it.”