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    • Zaltherion
    • Vaelthrax
    • Nyxtharax
    • Mordrathis
    • Raventhorn

    On that spine-chilling night of Halloween, when the veil between our world and the infernal realms thins, even devils—those malevolent architects of terror—find themselves prey to fears that transcend our darkest nightmares. The eerie allure of Halloween, cloaked in shadows and whispers, beckons not only the innocent but those whose dark hearts revel in despair.

    As these diabolic entities creep forth from hellish abysses, they are ensnared by sinister horrors that even their fiendish minds can barely fathom. Phantoms from realms older than time itself, specters with hollow eyes and wailing voices, rise to confront their ancient adversaries. These phantoms, eldritch beings forgotten by mortal lore, are relentless avengers of evil. Their mere presence is enough to make a devil's fiery blood run chill as ice, their ghastly whispers ensnaring and tormenting.

    Yet, far more dreadful are the cursed spirits of ancient witches, scorched at the stake by devilish machinations centuries ago. On Halloween, they claw their way from scorched earth, their bodies charred and eyes blazing with vengeful fire. These malevolent specters wield black magicks unknown to devils, hexes that bind and torment them, making flesh melt and bones combust. The echo of their incantations is a blood-curdling symphony in the haunted winds of Halloween night.

    Beneath the darkened heavens, where ominous clouds obscure the moon and stars, the devils dread the spectral hunt of the <a href="/headless-horseman">headless horseman</a>. This relentless rider, severed from his head yet driven by an undying purpose, is a terror even to hell's denizens. His cursed blade cleaves through the very fabric of darkness, and his eerie, wailing steed burns with an unholy light. Devils, who swim in seas of torment and flame, scatter like frightened vermin when they hear the galloping echo of hooves on the midnight road.

    And then, in the despairing hours when the night feels eternal, there are the children—innocent, pure, dressed in masks and capes. These little souls venture forth, unknowingly illuminated with the last vestiges of untouched magic, the power of raw, untainted belief. Their laughter cascades like silver bells through the night air, a painful reminder to devils of a purity they can never possess.