Osiris: My brutality was forged as a child, witnessing the gruesome murders of my parents. I was forced to watch, and after abducting me, the perpetrator spent years ensuring that I remembered. He trained me to be the death-craving monster that I am, satiating my hunger behind the walls of the haunted attractions I construct each Halloween season. Its rare that I crave the livinguntil my eyes found a corpse-obsessed beauty.
Lilith: I grew up an outcast. The morticians daughter. I dreamt of leaving this place until my dad let me assist with an embalming. That was the day the seed of darkness was planted. Ive spent years nurturing it, a death-centered depravity that no one is privy to but me and the decedents. The hunger that I have only ever extended to them, until the night I saw a man smiling in the dark. Ive never desired a living being so badly.
Author’s Note: This is a horror story with explicit content.
