The Rise of Death
I have spent eons liberating souls from the mortal coil, carrying their posthumous forms from one life to the other. I have never received any thanks for the work that I do, and I tire of this existence, I am ready for something new. The inhabitants of this world have always disputed whether I am real or not, and now it is time to let them know the truth: I am very real, and very dangerous.
I have have had many names throughout history; Anubis, Thanatos, Mors, Azrael, and the Grim Reaper are some of my names, used to strike fear into mortal hearts. They do not yet truly know fear, they have not yet seen what I am capable of.
I will ride into the world on my pale horse and wreak untold destruction upon it. Perhaps then the mortals will respect my name as they cry out in fear and terror begging for me to take them out of their misery, but I will make them suffer for their ignorance. They will never feel the sweet release of my touch, never leave their meaningless existence.