Isra

The traps are set. The invitations sent. Finally, Halloween is here and I don't have to hide my face anymore. I can walk among the humans as the high-ranked demon I am. Once they enter the grounds, their souls belong to us, but The Devil's tastes are refined and we must season them to perfection if they are to grace the walls of his private stores.

If I fail to please him, he'll send me back to Hell, or worse, take my existence.

If I succeed, well, the pleasure will be worth the pain.

Kitten

I'm always looking for the next adventure and when an invitation to The Devil's Carnival is crammed under my door, I can't resist, especially when the words seem to speak directly to me–daring me to go.

Dressed as a cat, I enter the carnival, signing the contract and stepping into The Devil's domain. It's all just another thrill, smoke and mirrors, but something about this carnival isn't right–the sights and sounds are almost real. When I'm shoved into a demented fun house, I'm determined to find out just what the hell is going on.

The Watcher

To know her, I must betray the pack.

They call me inferior, defective, unworthy, but alone in the observation room, I find an angel on my monitor. All I want is to be a part of her world, to fit into the mold they claim I don't suit. But to join her, I'll have to betray the pack.

I forge my body into one that will meet their expectations, the same way I forge my papers, slipping in amongst them undetected.

I will find her and make her mine.

Syl

Everyone thinks I love it here– the booze, the sex. I'm the perfect party girl, always ready, and willing, like a good pack mother in the breeding program should be. But I hate it. The walls of this place are closing in on me, and the more cycles pass without my conceiving, the more likely I'll be sent to work the poisoned fields like my sisters. To watch as my fingernails fall out and my hair comes out in clumps– a pointless life of hard labour for the glory of future generations. It'll be all I'm good for if I can't have children.

One extension, another three cycles to try, and if I fail to achieve a pregnancy, they'll load me up and ship me off. I'm luckier than most, but I know this is my last chance. I need to get pregnant, and I'll do anything to get me there.

Buckle up.