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...

Death

The Collecter of Souls, Keeper of the dead. I go by many names. You may know a few such as..."

Thanatos

Lucifer

Hel

Osiris

“Though, you may call me by whichever name you would prefer."

"I guess I will just call you Death, if that is all right with you."

The multiple voices laughing sent a chill down Harold's spine.

Continue NOTE: Orange and blue- something interferring and Harold is stuck motionless