This is a night of chaos. This is a night of balance. Sleep well in your beds and munch your colorful candies but if you have not received expiation for your sins, be watchful - do not sleep - or they will possess your body. Your soul will wander through the dusts of eternity seeking shelter - which will not be found.
Storm Rider had killed thousands of God's creatures. He was unrepentant and walked the earth still - an avenging spirit without mercy or reason. He had tricked my friend and client so that she gave him her body and her love. When she realized that he was a member of the undead, that he wanted to sustain his lifeless vessel with her blood, she'd turned to me for help. My love, Cairn, understood one such as he. They were powerful and vicious adversaries, equally matched. Storm Rider travels the earth still. Everyone is a potential victim - each soul is at risk. Until they decided to stop him. And Hallow's Eve was the only night when the fragile veil that separated the two worlds would briefly open and the living and the dead were free to communicate or destroy.
They passed in whirling flashes during the day. Storm's speed was unsurpassed but his self-absorption was legendary, so he easily forgot the strange phenomenon, until they clustered at dusk, on the wind ridden moor, where he sought his nightly prey. Their numbers were astonishing; their eyes vengeful hells; as they walked as one towards him.
He laughed into the wind. Storm's chiseled muscles flexed in anticipation of the first contact. His black hair whipped in a dark cloud around his craggy face. White teeth, like ghosts, crowded in his mouth - and he lashed at them with a strike of lightening and laughter that chilled mortal men. Still they advanced with open mouths and hands curled like claws.
Lightening scarred their ashen faces, and the fierce winds slowed their pace, but they were relentless and advanced still, towards their killer, for tonight, the killer was the prey.