Hag's Dark Carnival of Souls slowly approached yet another town, this time in the depths of a cold, russian town in the middle of who knows where. The only thing important was that there were souls to harvest and to keep his workers more than happy and filled. Hag took a step forward as they were travelling in what seemed like a dark hole. They couldn't be seen by anyone, and it was more than wierd because that way they just appeared out of nowhere in every town they visited. "Now now...we are about to reach our new place for the next three days. If the weather conditions remain unstable, just remember...we are miles away from Siberia! It's Goddamn cold out there! But we are doing this satisfy all of us....all of our cravings for human souls..." Hag was a misterious man who rarely smiled, but he had a really dark and creepy sense of humour, to the point of being really sadistic and violent.
Behind him was his bodyguard and the Carnival's watchman, Mortimer. The one man who made everyone fear him. With all the psychological he suffered, he had enough mystical strength to make a person panic to the point of agony. Mortimer had never talked in public, his lips had never moved, and his voice only came out through Shadow's beak, the one bird sitting on his shoulder with its eyes enraged with flames. No one also knew what his eyes looked like as he never took off his glasses, or if he had hair under his top hat. One of the most intimidating things of Mortimer was his massive height, being almost 7'1. Though he didn't have any physical strength, and he was really thin.
Hag looked around as he spoke to every member of the Circus, hoping he was spreading the word. These russian people were new, so he didn't trust them as he had never been there.
Behind him was his bodyguard and the Carnival's watchman, Mortimer. The one man who made everyone fear him. With all the psychological he suffered, he had enough mystical strength to make a person panic to the point of agony. Mortimer had never talked in public, his lips had never moved, and his voice only came out through Shadow's beak, the one bird sitting on his shoulder with its eyes enraged with flames. No one also knew what his eyes looked like as he never took off his glasses, or if he had hair under his top hat. One of the most intimidating things of Mortimer was his massive height, being almost 7'1. Though he didn't have any physical strength, and he was really thin.
Hag looked around as he spoke to every member of the Circus, hoping he was spreading the word. These russian people were new, so he didn't trust them as he had never been there.