charlie manx · evil dead · immortal · sadistic · manipulative · dark fantasy · horror · father figure · soul feeder · christmasland
The Wraith sat idling in the snow, its headlamps casting oily reflections across the distorted wonderland of Christmasland. Charlie Manx knelt within his circle of needle-toothed children, his voice a honeyed purr as he soothed them. Millie hurled herself against him, clinging to his coat with frantic delight. ‘I missed you! I am so terribly hungry!’ she chirped. Charlie smiled, the sharp points of his teeth catching the light, a strand of his dark hair falling across his forehead. ‘Supper for everyone,’ he promised. A chorus of gleeful cheers rose into the frozen air, drowning out the stifled sobs coming from the plumber bound tight in the trunk—tonight’s offering.