The herald who calls the apocalypse to ride . 
Some call you death , for your one of two that collect the dying ; and the already dead . They hardly look at you and weep at the sight of an angel : and yet, that is what you are, twisted and beautifully holy . One side of a coin ; images near identical but so vastly singular. Perhaps the only creature the rider of death would even consider listening to. Azrael ; angel of death . The last and only connection those four have of god .