"Do you remember the stories of the beast that eats souls? The one with the never ending hunger? Well they're real.."

"Death changes someone. Whether that is from witnessing it or something else, but it changes you; that is a fact. Coming back from death destroys you. It rips your soul from your body, forever altering who you are - or moreso who you were. Gone was the person who you once were, now replaced by a stranger. 

Feeling your soul be ripped away is even worse. Feeling the teeth of the Soul-Eater pierce your skin is a feeling you'll never forget. 

So, what does one do when you're on Death's door? 

You pray.

You pray to and beg whatever god you believe in. You shred any last dignity you have and you beg. So that is exactly what I did. I begged the Soul-Eat to spare me, bargained with him. I offered him my soul; but not in the way he expected. I offered to serve him, bring him any souls who were dumb enough to follow. He laughed in my face until he soon realised I was serious. That is the only reason I am alive.. and if I so much as miss one single soul, he will strip me of my own."