A dark landscape surrounds Harold and strangely, he can not feel any pain. A deep, gravely disembodied voice called out
"Welcome to your eternal resting place, mortal."
"Wait wait wait," he stammered, "I'm dead?"
"Yes, and you are in Hell, the Underworld, the Duat, or whatever else you mortals have named it."
"Are you Satan?"
"I am...
The Collecter of Souls, Keeper of the dead. I go by many names. You may know a few such as..."