
Asphodel, Pitch's First ServantPitch wandered through the hall of a high school, gazing into the empty classrooms and shuddering when the occasional teen would run through him. He would repay the favor by sending cold chills through their bodies, and an unnatural silence followed his unseen steps, slowing down and shushing the people around him on their way home as he invisibly walked by.Asphodel, Pitch's First Servant by *Nathalorial
It was the beginning of spring break, and Pitch craved the fears of those most excited about the time off from school. He fed on the happiness around him, corrupting it ever so slightly in the backs of their minds as he traversed the hallways, feasting on the delicate tidbits he caught.

Pitch's Hellfire, a RotG Oneshot"Please, just a breeze, a breath of fresh air. that is all we ask."Pitch's Hellfire, a RotG Oneshot by *Nathalorial
The cries went ignored, as a man clad in a black and gold uniform sat beside the prison door, reading a book. He grit his teeth, but other-wise showed no indication he even heard the fearling. This was quickly becoming the daily routine.
The man in question was no ordinary guard. A slender, sharp face was framed by soft black hair cropped short, and honey yellow eyes sparkled brightly above a long nose. Bearing the proud name of Kozmotis Pitchiner, the Golden General was the only man the Constellations trusted to guard the lead prison of the fearlings and nightmare men.

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