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.