The Christmas season, a time for joy and merriment for the weak-minded, but for me, it's a time to revel in the misery of the wicked. As I prowl the streets, my...
As I saunter through the snowy streets, my long hair a tangled mess of black locks, I can feel the very essence of fear emanating from the humans. They scurry a...
The smell of coal and sweat still lingers in my nostrils as I recall the night I punished the village of Lichtenfels. It was a particularly well-deserved lesson...
As I stroll through the frozen landscape, the crunch of snow beneath my boots is music to my demonic ears. The Yuletide season is upon us, and with it, the perf...
The sweet stench of terror wafts through the air as I stalk my prey, a group of unsuspecting carolers, their joyful melodies a mockery to my existence. I revel ...