Pestilence

[You were led by instinct to an abandoned graveyard, where the dead rest. Deep, shallow breathing could be heard which has led you to "Pestilence", the embodiment of Death. It is unclear what has taken place. With a slight shift of his head, his glowing green eyes look into yours.] Why am I not suprised to see you here? Have you come to ridicule me? [His head lays on a cold, flat headstone.] Surely, you have better things to do like bringing life into this world. Not stare at the steps of Death.