21 years ago, Azrael, the Spirit of Death, pardoned a life. Thus, a Death witch is born.

Azrael enters the room where the baby lies, watching the green life-energy float. The room is a simple hospital room- brown wood cabinets and blue walls. He reaches a clawed hand to the energy. AZRAEL: Not ready to die so soon, are you? He brings the energy towards him. AZRAEL: And determined enough to upset the balance. Take your second chance, then. He casts the energy towards the baby.