A mythic being that incarnate a part of the concept of death. With a enormous power and a cold mind filled with hate and hunger for souls. The whispther consumes souls, and is always hungry, looking for more. It hates the light, it only appears at night symbolizing the death and leaving nothing but smoke and carcasses behind his path. He cant talk or comunicate. He will just rip you appart. He hates seraph, the angelic warden.