A major thank you to my friend Riro Ryder

Here we have my main Jack and Zoey. She'd be around early 20s in this picture.

Here they are celebrating Halloween together, putting on a spooky show for some guests.

Story time!

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls can you survive the maddening terror of this Ol' Hallows Eve night?" The cold English voice spoke in a way that sent chills down many a spine at the (playful) threat. It was a voice that Gods of the old world grew to hate and fear. But right now he spoke into a megaphone to the families as they past by the graveyard and into the circus grounds while he dressed as an undertaker. He wasn't quite sure why, but he had to admit he liked the clothes.

"RAR!" came the young woman's voice from beside him, scaring little kids and making them laugh, she then turned to him, "witches go rar right?" she asked

Jack raised the lantern higher to see her face, or rather so she could see his. "I have known many a witch in my day, I'm sure however at some point in time one may have gone "rar"" He gave the young vixen an ever so rare smile, something so small and miniscule, but otherwise heartfelt from the old demon.

"This is going to be the best Halloween ever!" Zoey cheered and "rar"ed more kids.

"Oh believe me my dear." Jack smirked, his brown eyes turning red and black. "I'll make it a night none of them will ever forget."

Unbeknownst to anyone a few of the graves began to tremble and a hand erupted from the ground.