She's taken enough of the demonic essence that Zarathos hasn't immediately jumped entirely to the fore. And oddly, he's not sensing the driving need to send this one back to Hell - he's just not sure why.
"What are you?" the gravelly voice of the Rider grates back without answering her question.
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