“Who the hell are you?” Max snarled at the mysterious being on a pale dark horse.
It’s clear now that the being wasn’t working alone but was the reason why the whisperers have them surrounded.
“He is death,” Jasmine said as she glanced at Max. As a demon, she has once worked with death to plague humans, especially during the time of war when death will ride on its pale horse reaping souls. However, that’s not who Jasmine is anymore. She no longer serves Lucifer and there’s no working together with death. She no longer belongs to the legions of demons under Lucifer’s command.
“No!” roared the being riding on a pale dark horse. He quickly hops into the air and finally lands before Jasmine and Max. With his long scythe, he supported himself. Revealing his hideous skeletal face underneath
