The Harbinger of Death, Cleanser of Worlds, opened his eyes, only to find a light that was way too bright for his eyes to adjust to. Though he suspected what it meant, he took the time to get his vision used to the light before reaching any conclusions. His initial hypothesis had been right: he was in the doorway to Heaven.
“Oh, fuck” it thought.
The Guardian of the Keys opened the door for him, and showed him the way, in a very friendly manner that the Harbinger of Death was not used to. He tried to explain that he still had some unfinished business on Earth, that he needed to go back to do some stuff for the Apocalypse. The Guardian of the Keys pointed towards the opened doors once again.
While the Harbinger of Death, Cleanser of Worlds, tried to explain once again that it was of the utmost importance that he go back to Earth, the Guardian of the Keys kept smiling and showing him to Heaven. Hundreds souls kept coming in, many of them purified souls from Fiery Creek who talked about some woman-like lion, or lion-like woman.
The Harbinger of Death was getting extremely pissed off at the situation, as the Guardian of the Keys did not seem to understand, or want to comply with his needs. Meanwhile, back on Earth, the Horseman of War was looking for a butterfly.