Pitch

"Is it done?" he asked, his face was shrouded in shadow, leaving him looking half formed.

"Of course," I snarled. Childs play.

He stepped into the light, his horse's fiery eyes glowing in the dimness, "This Halloween, night will rain eternal!"

The headless horseman's speech was disorienting, the grinning jack o' lanterns lips not moving with words.

"I did not drag you out of hell for disappointment Pitch. Do not disappoint me." He turned and galloped away, not needing to urge the horse, as if they were one. The horse sent fits of rage burning through my veins. My design had been stolen by this spirit, who treated me as a fool. I had my own plans this Halloween, and they left no room for any other spirits. Two short months and the children's would be mine. Fear will rule their hearts as it was. As it should be.