Ezekiel Graves, the Harbinger of divine judgment, the self-proclaimed purifier of sin. You stand there, a towering figure, draped in righteousness, preaching your gospel of retribution. But let me tell you a tale, Reverend, a parable you may find unsettlingly … Read More
“The Dog and the Chain”
Gravedigger… the dutiful servant, the loyal hound. You toil away in the dirt, shovel in hand, never questioning the weight of the chains that bind you. Shall I tell you a story, my dear friend? A parable that might shed … Read More
“The Piper of Shadows”
El Mariachi Muerte, Cantando la Muerte… the singer of death itself. What a fine performance you put on, weaving notes of despair into the threads of destiny. But you remind me of a tale, one as old as death itself—a … Read More
“The Moth & The Flame”
There was once a moth born with wings faster and stronger than any other. While her kind flitted among leaves and danced in the moonlight, she was different. She was restless, always pushing her wings to their limits, chasing every … Read More
“The Alchemist and the Poisoned Well”
Ah, Nox, the chemist who believes he can play with the minds of the masses, the puppet master of madness. You remind me of a tale, a parable of power, of ambition, and the poison that eats away at those … Read More
“The Boy & The Mask”
“Welcome to the midnight hour, little owl.“ “There was once a boy who lived in a village at the edge of a great, dark forest. His family had always been revered as heroes and protectors of the village. They had … Read More
“The Boy & The Music Box.”
“Welcome to the midnight hour, little owls.” [Malakai Midnight sits at a table in a room lit by a singular candle. Before him rests a leatherback book with a handwritten tale inside.] “I’d like to tell you a grim tale.” … Read More
“The Jester & The Inferno”
Once upon a time, in a kingdom lost to time and sin, there lived a jester. He was adored by the children of the realm, a figure of laughter, joy, and delight. Every day, he’d perform his tricks and puppet … Read More
“The Candle & The Moth”
Jackson Cade… The righteous man in a sea of filth. You remind me of a story—a quaint little parable that might shed some light on your predicament, though I doubt you’ll appreciate the lesson, little owl. There was once a … Read More
“The Serpent and the Witch”
Ah, Calypso… You poor, deluded thing. Your story is not so different from one I once heard in the depths of the inferno. Let me spin you a tale, one soaked in shadow and writ in blood. Maybe it will … Read More