Intruders

Among the Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse, the Pale Rider was an entity known as Death.

He was a powerful Demon, capable of being among one of the heralds of Armageddon. Since Death was powerful, it only made sense for his minions to live up to that expectation as well.

Death was undying.

He was the personification of death, so the concept didn't apply to him. As a result, he was immortal. He had both absolute power and the ability to wield it forever!

Niggaruth admired that. He craved it. He coveted it.

He looked at Death like a follower would revere their god. All he desired was a place by his side. To forever worship and bask in the glory of Death forever!

"Come on! Come on!" The pale-faced, horned vampire looked at the vial in front of him.

He licked his lips as the contents within it swirled.

'I have come this far! I won't fail now! While my Golem holds them off, this will be finished!'