Roy sighed in frustration as Aaron hadn't heeded his warning about his tarot cards and dream-like visions, and died promptly on the spot by a misplaced electrical wire. His friend's charred body was like barbeque but burned. There was a crisp aroma in the air, which triggered Ariel, their female companion, to gasp in horror and cover her mouth.
Oh, how she wanted to cry in desperation and rush over to aid him, but she knew better. She had always believed in Roy's strange abilities to perceive the future, or as he called it, the strongest possibilities. It would only take five more seconds.
And then it happened. A graceful yet jaded specter floated toward Aaron's dead body and gazed upon its visage for a few mere seconds, and like Roy, sighed in a weary voice, stretching a slender and pale skele-
Ariel screamed.
"What the hell is that?!" She mouthed, almost forming sound, but not quite.
"Don't be rude," Roy gasped. "'That is Death, and he's the key to saving our friend, I hope.'"
Death had turned his head at that statement, eyeing Roy and Ariel suspiciously. There was something off about the former, who held in him, energy unlike that which he had seen before.
"A practitioner of magic...in a dying world...how rare." Death hissed in amusement. "One who can see the future, too..." Underneath the torn dark hood of his skeletal frame, there was a crooked smile. "You are called The Eyes of the Apocalypse in our world, you know..."
"That's nice. Can you save our friend, please?"
Ariel had been shivering this entire time, unable to form a coherent response, as if Death himself had been the reincarnation of a Lovecraftian horror and her thoughts turned into madness.
"Yes, yes of course...at least you ask nicely than the Voodoo practitioner who thought she could command me..."