Costumed children and adolescents walked up and down the streets of Randall. The sun was setting, and the street lamps that hung over head lit the pathways for those in seek of treats. It was a chilly autumn day, and one that many young ones favorited out of the year: Halloween.

This, of course, hadn't stopped a certain Sorceress from joining in the festivities, seeing as how she loved gathering treats. Her plan was simple. To head out during the early hours of night, and fill her entire pillow bag with those delectable sweets she oh-so craved.

"Limera, you really do need to calm down." Her brother said, as she practically bounced up and down in her cushioned seat. Him, Estelle, and Julius, were gathered around a small campfire, telling scary stories. This was another part she loved about the "holiday." When friends would gather around and try to find new ways to scare one another. Even if it did turn out to be more cliche than anyone would have expected. They enjoyed it nonetheless.

On the previous tale that she had heard, Julius went on about a certain deity that haunted the coast nearby. An abandoned city that sunk into the murky depths. Some say that back in the founding days, there was a monster with huge bat-like wings, and an oct- "Hey, sis. Are you there?" Rouche called out to her.

She was left in a dazed state from the sky pirates previous tale. It intrigued her to no end, that she nearly immersed herself in his fictional universe. If there's one thing that she had to admit, it's his ability to come up with strange, and fear inspiring entities. So much so, that she's even taken the liberation to make a costume based on one of these monsters he's even created.

"Sorry, sorry. I just dozed off for a minute." She apologized, turning to face the warm glow of the fire. The tactician was going on about a haunted item that was cursed by some emperor; something that didn't intrigue her at all. Not to say she wasn't a good story teller, just that she lacked the creativity Julius held.

"Trick-or-treating on your mind?" Rouche smiled, the curious tone in his voice present. Returning his smile with one of her own, she nodded. Of course she is. Limera had been looking forward to this day for months, and now, she was at the cusp of becoming the yearly candy collector that every child sought out to be.

The dying rays of sunlight danced across the sky, and now, it was her time to shine. Excusing herself from the group, she headed back inside of their headquarters, After all, this costume took months of preparing to even come close to what her comrade had described.

The commanding officer, on the other hand, wondered how Laberd and Farzen were doing. For some strange reason, the two older males still went candy collecting. Laughing at the thought of two grown men in suits, he shook his head.

Hearing his chuckle, the tactician stopped mid sentence. "What? Was my story funny?" She asked, hurt. If there was one thing he hated, it was how she sometimes misunderstood things. Waving his hands, he tried explaining to her that it was the thought of the fencer and masked swordsman trick-or-treating. But she wouldn't take it.

Sighing in defeat, he got out of his seat, and went to check on how his sister was doing. "Better than being scolded by a fanatic." He thought to himself, rubbing the back of his head.

Entering through the front door, he walked down the candle lit hallway. His footsteps reverberated in the empty silence. It almost felt….eerie. As no one was present, except for his sister, she felt gone. Almost as if she wasn't there to begin with.

There was a small creak behind him, causing him to jump at the noise. Turning sharply, he was met with darkness.

Taking in a deep breath, he continued down his trek. Every creak that came in from the polished wooden floor made his hairs stand on end. Maybe it was his mind, but at some point, it felt like something was staring at him. Pressing his back against the wall, he looked down both ends of the hallway; one leading to the outside world, and the other into their living room.

Stepping back onto his path, a soft chime could be heard coming from the far end of the hall. Like the door was being jostled opened. There was a faint shape.

It was barely outlined by the shimmering lights coming from the candles, although he could tell it was a muted gray just by the contrast on its skin. The entity's slender figure instilled fear. A tentacle like head was attached to its body, while it stood on its three legs. Long, veiny arms dangled, ending with three sharp pointed claws.

What else could he describe the being with anything other than alien.

Turning its head to the side, he gasped. The noise was as clear as day in the empty hallway. There was no escaping it. It drew closer and closer. The size growing immense, as the head towered over him, and a hollow like gaping void he feared to be its mouth, appear at the neck.

What else could he do but stand there. Paralyzed. "W-What are you?" He muttered, hoping the creature would be able to understand him; before it did whatever horrific act he could think of. All he heard it do was breathe, and something move in the black emptiness that was its mouth.

The next thing he knows, a small fire clicked into existence right beside the creature, and Limera's head popping out of the shroud hiding her face. Her sapphire blue eyes widened with confusion in an innocent manner. Like she had frightened off a kitten. In contrast, the two things didn't go so well together.

Now that he's gotten a good look at her, he notices that the tripedal legs of the creature were merely a prop, attached to the waist of the costume, as were the arms. Her real figure was hidden with the black tights she wore.

"Is something wrong, brother?" She asked, drawing nearer to him. He flinched as she approached him, but mentally slapped himself immediately as soon as her expression grew to one of worry.

"N-No!" He stuttered. "Everything is fine! You just scared me a little, that's all." His voice ended in a hoarse whisper; his embarrassment showing through despite his attempt to hide it.

Even though she fully believed him, she felt bad for scaring him. Albeit, that just proved this entity was creepy. "All right! So, how do I like?"

Seeing her twirl in the costume as if it was a dress, he sighed. Bringing his hand to his face, he covered one eye, and grinned; conjuring up the best crazed scientist impersonation he could, "Truly spooktacular!"

Giggling happily, the sorceress gave him a tight hug as thanks. Still confused on the nature of what she was, a questioned popped. "Now that I think about it, what are you?"

Tilting her head, she smiled. The answer was simple really. "I'm Nyarlimerap!" She exclaimed. Her bubbly personality turning even the grotesque costume into something cute.

"And where did you get this idea? From Julius?"

"Of course! In his stories, he always talks about deities, and daemons. So, I took some inspiration from it, and made a costume on one! Behold," Lifting her arms into the air, the dangly arms followed, where she struck a menacing pose. The fire reflected off of her eyes like that of the sun casting off of the water's surface. "The Crawling Chaos!"

Laughing under his breath, he loved every moment of her act. "The only thing chaotic about you tonight, is the fact that you'll most likely scavenge candy that fell out of other people's buckets."

Pouting, Limera crossed her arms. "If you're going to be mean to me, then I think I'll just go!" She shouted, turning the knob. Before she could open the door, she felt a comforting hand on her head.

"Sorry, sis. I couldn't help it." Turning her back around, he brought her into a tight embrace. "Also, can you stop guilting others into giving you more candy just because of your status?"

Smiling sheepishly, she complied. "I promise, brother. Now, if you don't mind, I have some scrounging up to do." Finishing off her sentence, the sorceress opened up the door; pillow case in hand, and headed out for the night.

Strangely enough, he had a feeling that tonight wasn't going to end well for him.