Death had witnessed the so-called end of everything countless times, more times than it cared to count, for if Death had ever tried to do so it would take them so long that this Age of mortals would come to an end. They had taken part in so many apocalypses that for the last few Death had actually slept through or just ignored them and had a servant to act in their place, much to the amusement of War. That old biddy, as War had decided on a feminine form for this Age of mortals, had teased Death relentlessly for that one time when Death had actually rode in on their pale horse while asleep, only for another to bring them out of their slumber in time to do their part for the end of the world; Death had consequently awoken in surprise and begun swinging their scythe around aimlessly to the amusement of the other Hellbringers.