“I know more than you think,” said Death. “I know you are a bitter man, causing misery to your downtrodden family or any one that stood in your way.”
“My family has been ungrateful,” I spat.
“Have they?” Death causally asked.
“Why don’t you leave?” I stated. “Let me be in peace.”
“I can feel your heart beat slowing, soon it will stay still,” Death said, “and I will take you with me.”
“I won’t let you,” I refused to incline to his decree.
“Why do you fear me, so?” Death asked. “Life has certainly been unkind to you.”
“I will not miss anything from this life,” I said.
“But, yet, you object me,” Death responds.
“I was once visited by Apollyon,” said I. “I thought it was a dream as he made my bed jolt and my room gyrate, but when I opened my eyes there he was standing over me. He was merciless, showing me my future with a grin. I was very much afraid of him. He did not speak a word. He laughed as he shook me awake. I thought my heart had leaped out of my chest. I felt a bottomless pit in my stomach. He wouldn’t leave me alone. I thought it was my time, but he came to taunt me.”