The reasons why I enjoy this time of year could be counted on both hands, with sentiments both inspiring and bittersweet behind each tale. I have lived as both prince and pauper through a litany of autumns, with an eternity of them waiting to add another pen stroke to an already full existence. It is that eternal promise which brings forth my darker desires as September turns into October, though. That is when demons such as I come out to play.
Seducing prey becomes far too easy on All Hallows Eve. For one night, mortals imbibe their more sinful pleasures, becoming whatever they wish to become and doing those things they would only confess toward doing in secret every other day of the year. Costumes adorn the masses, hiding their identities while revealing their wildest fantasies at the same time. I have watched both the lies and the truth painted before me in a confession no priest would ever absolve.
While I could join in the festivities, masking myself like a charlatan, there is s...