The Ash Collector

In the beginning, God created man in his image; from dust and ash, hope was cast.
Yet, as far as time remembers, in the scrolls of history's past, it was written that woman brought temptation to the garden. Woman introduced death unto man. But have you forgotten about the trickster? Was mortal destruction not his master plan?
There are those who say death is a celebration. One soul's defiant, heavy passing; another's gentle ease into the Light. Commemorations for the departed. Forgiveness of old transgressions. A final rest for pity, the end to immortal strife. But is death just the beginning? And who comes to collect you when you pass?
What happens to the worthy if the Light turns against them? Do they stand their ground – Stay and fight? What about those who seek no forgiveness? Do the deceiver's minions scurry from the darkness? Come and collect their next eternal victim? Is everlasting damnation the deceased's future plight?
My name is Faith Savage. I know what it is to walk the dark shadows at the edge of destruction. To feel the presence of The Collector in the night. I know what it is to bleed the dust of life's possibilities, to sift through the ash of mankind's hopes and dreams. To seek the evil that makes souls rot. It is here in this impossible darkness that I hunt demons, searching for my own answers and retributions, in the battle for the Light.