October 31. Evening. The Horn of Plenty Tavern

It was quiet and peaceful, the Loki family was happily sitting in a cozy tavern, rejoicing and laughing at the upcoming holiday. How wrong they were with this. Someone broke into the tavern without any respect. The goddess of Cunning and Deception, who had just been basking at a comfortable counter, instantly lost all her strength for fun and was overcome with fear. A fear that no mortal has ever experienced, one that only the immortal and powerful could understand: the fear of losing this sense of Eternity, the fear of losing the joy of life and the value of every day and every moment. Her followers and ordinary people also turned around, feeling the horror of this moment with their whole body. Behind them stood a creature, the King of human fear - Halloween. This tall creature with a pumpkin on its head, on which eyes and a mouth were carved, blurring in a terrible grin, a light burned inside, an unnatural yellow color; its body was covered with a green cloth resembling a cloak, but even through it, patches of plants could be seen on the creature's neck. His entire body was covered in a rubber suit to keep his patches in place and not spread around the room like some kind of plant.

- Halloween?! Loki shouted, the creature raised his index finger to his lips and seemed to shush her, although he did not make any sounds, " stop! What did I do wrong?- alas, there was no answer, Halloween came as close to her as possible and his scraps of plants on his neck clung to the body of the Goddess and began to strangle: he knew that there would be no resistance from her, therefore, he wanted to teach a lesson for many centuries, killing painfully and making her suffer. The pumpkin vines wrapped around her thin neck and began to slowly strangle her, not even allowing her to move.

"Get away from her!"- a woman's cry was heard and the vines were cut through, then they threw the creature into the wall and broke the pumpkin on its head, it was Tiona, who worked on emotions: n came here and spoiled their holiday."It's all right, Lady Loki, he's dead!"- looking at her patroness, she saw nothing but horror.

- You fool! Loki shouted, starting to cry, " he's got you all now...

She did not have time to finish, Halloween got to his feet and grabbed a nearby, but not yet touched pumpkin and pressed it forcefully to the "neck", then turned around, now there was no malice and madness on his face, only ugly carved lips, as if he was disgusted, and his eyes frowned heavily, nostrils appeared like a skeleton, from which steam poured out. He abruptly took out two submachine guns and spent the entire clip on a girl who just wanted to help her patroness. As a result, all that remained of her was a puddle of blood and crushed organs, quickly reloading his barrels, Halloween began to shoot at everyone and everything except Loki. Everyone died without exception: girls and men, young and old - even the hostess and waitresses did not regret it. If Tiona hadn't done that, he wouldn't have laid a finger on them, he only wanted this vile creature, now, everyone in this city will pay for serving these bastards. After that, when there was no one left, he went to Loki, who was devastated and silently crying. "See what you've done?A voice sounded in her head, she looked at this creature and clenched her fists.

- DAMN YOU, HALLOWEEN! !- she screamed at the creature, he instantly continued to strangle her with his rags and vines, he pulled harder and harder, until her vile and stupid head "exploded", her brain fell next to her, and her eyes flew out of their sockets, rolling to the road, all his clothes were covered in blood, but it was worth it: she would never dare to come down here to experience this pain again.

-What the?..- he heard a voice and turned around, Hephaestus and Hermes were standing there, they decided to go to dinner here together, but now they were only met by Halloween, menacingly pulling out their submachine guns, - Hermes, run!

I shouted, and my legs were already shot off, they fell and started screaming, people passing by, noticing the creature, ran away. Halloween dealt with them in a different way, first the crotch - debauchery and vulgarity, then he began to shoot in the rib-the storage of a disgusting heart, and then only one bullet in the throat - too many false words. They died slowly, Halloween saw the weakness, fear and despair in the still living eyes, it was disgusting, his flaps instantly hit, tearing the eye sockets of both gods.

Stepping aside, he picked up his favorite six-barrelled machine gun and looked around. This day will be the happiest in his whole long and gloomy life.