A dark shadow, radiating coldness, rises from the ground.  It takes a
corporeal form of a skeletal man, clad in black hood, who wields a  sharp bone
scythe in its hands.
Death intones in a chilly voice 'IT IS TIME, VALENTINA.'

A voice booms from the heavens 'Death!  Valentina is under my pro..'

Death intones in a chilly voice 'NO MORE PROCRASTINATION, LAS.  THE TIME IS
RIPE FOR THIS SOUL TO BE HARVESTED TO THE AFTER-DEATH.'

Death lets out a smug grin.
Death intones in a chilly voice 'I HEAR DRAEN-DALAR HAS SPECIAL PLANS FOR THIS
SOUL.  IN HELL.'

A voice booms from the heavens 'No!  DEATH, I COMMAND YOU TO..'

Death intones in a chilly voice 'TIME IS DUE FOR THIS SOUL.'

Death swings his scythe and cuts through Valentina.  An ethereal form is torn
from Valentina's sagging body.
A voice booms from the heavens 'NOO!'

The barrier of light around Sister Valentina dims and vanishes completely.
Death, clad in black, lets out a smug grin at you 'WE WILL SEE AGAIN' before
vanishing through the ground.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA.