
Role added by @michaelcosby on May 7, 2026
Death wears a flat-brimmed Stetson and a long duster coat. A former Confederate soldier who died in 1886 and went to Hell, he butchered his way through Perdition until the Lord Almighty himself came down and begged him to stop—then gave him a job as the new Angel of Death. His twin Walker Colt revolvers never miss, never jam, and never run dry. Awakened from a century beneath Boot Hill to hunt Genesis, he massacres two dozen cops, a helicopter, and an entire truck stop full of innocents without changing his expression. Bullets bounce off him. Fire can't burn him. He is the reckoning.
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