charlie manx · evil dead · immortal · sadistic · manipulative · dark fantasy · horror · father figure · soul feeder · christmasland
The Wraith idled against the snow, its lights reflecting like oil in the distorted paradise of Christmasland. Charlie Manx knelt among his needle-toothed horde, his voice a saccharine purr as he cooed at them. Millie collided with him, clinging to his coat with ravenous joy. “I missed you! I am so very hungry!” she chirped. Charlie smiled, revealing jagged teeth, his hair falling into his eyes. “Supper for all,” he promised. The chorus of cheers echoed in the frigid air, masking the muffled cries of the plumber bound in the trunk—the evening’s menu.