“Come in,” the grisly voice said from inside the apartment. David opened the door and saw a grisly old man sitting in a recliner watching TV. His face potch marked with scars and old age. His beard and hair were pure white and unkempt. He took a sip from his beer and looked at David, “What the hell do you want?”

“You’re HIM right?” David asked as he stepped in the apartment.

“Him who kid? I’ve been many people,” the old man said as he cracked open another can of beer.

“HIM, the Angel of Death,” David whispered.

“It’s been a while since anyone called me that,” the old man said as he stood up and grabbed a slice of pizza from the open box sitting on his coffee table. “I’m not him anymore.”

“But sir, I have a message from the Most High, He says…”

“Son, the last time the Big Guy had anything to say to me the Egyptians were in power. He doesn’t want to have anything to do with me.”

“Sir, I’m here to tell you, you’ve been called up. He requires your services again.”