Long live the
King!
“I LIVE!!!” cried the hallow demon. The Pumpkin King merged as one with the waxen creature, writhing in pain and in pleasure. “I LIVE AGAIN!”
Digging, shifting, squirming a path through the dirt, it claws free to the surface. Pouring out onto the earth floor among the dead leaves of fall.
The early morning fog surrounded the body as it rose to its full height. Changing from one horrific shape to another it takes a deep breath.
“10 more falls of night…” It bellows, body quivering and ever changing.
“…only then…”
“…can I…”
“…feed…”