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October 1 - October 1, 2025
She runs from me. They always run. But I could smell the witching on her from miles away. Her heady magic scent carried across the treetops and into my domain. Across the Bone Bridge and over my Moors. I felt her. My soulless body craves her body, so full of life and passion. She is more soulful than any other creature in this pitiful excuse for a town. She runs from me, but now that I’ve got her scent, she will never be able to hide.
My scream is nowhere near as loud as I’d like. I don’t sound at all like a slasher movie final girl but more the doomed gothic lady I’m dressed as.
Stop moving, little mortal. I do not wish to punish you. Just obey me.
He may not be endowed with a head but he clearly makes up for it in…other departments. Out of all the things I would’ve guessed this malevolent presence (that evidently has been plaguing our town for centuries) would want to do with me, getting it on would’ve been very low on the list.
“Behave, little mortal. I told you I do not want to punish you, but I will.”
An eight-foot-tall man clad all in black, muscles so big that his clothes stretch taut across his body, and nothing but that goddamn pumpkin on his shoulders.
“You are an inquisitive one, my Arletta.” “I’m not your Arletta.” “Not yet. But you will be. You will see. Fear can turn to love.”
“What are you talking about? What do you want?” “I thought that was rather obvious. I want you. And I intend to have you.”
“Mmm, yes, Arletta. I will make you mine. I knew it from the very first moment I sensed you.”
“What do I call you?” I whisper, growing breathless, my eyes still closed. “Master.”
“I am a messenger of Death, I can see the lifelines all around the souls I claim. Most souls I take are wicked, some are merely annoying or tiresome. But you—” he tugs on my nipples, moving me forward. Without thinking my hands go out in front of me and press against his firm chest. “—you, I took because of how vibrant your soul is.”
“No, I told you I would not and I always keep my word. You are mine now and I intend to keep you.”
I remain seated, tits out, before The Headless Horseman. Weirdest Halloween yet, that’s for sure.
“I see your beauty because I feel it. It radiates off of you louder than your magic.”
I’m aroused by a monster from legend. Figures. “Yes,” Arletta,” he growls. “I have every intention of fucking you relentlessly tonight.”
It has been so long since I’ve spoken to anyone but Death. So long since a human has greeted me with anything but screams of terror. The sound of a soul heavy with guilt. But not Arletta. She did not scream until I made her climax. As nervous as she may be by my monstrous stature, she is not afraid, not truly. And even so… Fear can turn to love. So I will tell her what I have never told another soul. I will tell her who I am.
It’s still somewhat disorienting to be conversing with a voice I can’t truly see the source of. I know it’s technically coming from him. From his thoughts. But come on—wouldn’t you too struggle with the concept of having a discussion with someone who’s lacking a head?
They are having this deep conversation while she sits there naked, titties out
“Your soul is vibrant, startlingly so. I want you with or without your magic. I want you because I can see all of you and I can feel that you are meant to be my companion. My mate. I’ve isolated myself for a long time. That ends tonight.”
“Please,” I moan. “Please make me come.” He slows his movements and I practically growl from frustration. He laughs. Cocky bastard. “Try that again, my sweet thing.” “Please make me come, Master.” “Good girl.”
I was a fool to think a brilliant, beautiful, soulful creature like her could love a mangled monster like me. Maybe I will collect her soul next All Hallows’ Eve. Dead or alive.
everyone knows that a witchy best friend is the best person to enlist in helping you desecrate a hidden mass grave full of the bodies of witchcraft trial victims.
Let it hereby be known that I, Arletta Harrington, may not have believed in Death, or soul mates, or destiny, but I have always believed in love. True, pure, passionate love.
