The Metal Angel has no pity, possesses no mercy, displays no emotion.
Its face does not move, does not smile, does not scowl. It does not respond to pleas or anguish. It does not care how many loved ones you leave behind. It does not care what your future might have held.
It merely collects you and wraps you in its razor-sharp wings before taking you away, screaming, into your rusty afterlife.
Well, goodnight kids! Sleep well!