Wiccan: You’ll Win, Right?

Four ominous figures appeared outside Donnie Manor. Wiccan, accompanied by his three exiled lackeys, had tracked the Ghost Rider's aura here. From appearances alone, Wiccan looked like a young man wearing far too much makeup. His thick eyeliner was nauseating, while his pale, bloodless skin made him seem even colder and more sinister. "The Rider is here..." Wiccan stared coldly at the gates and waved a hand. "You three, go kill him.