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Twisted the Tainted Matter

The Soulbinder

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In the darkest hours of the night just outside the city limits the song of the circus calls to wandering and lost souls. Some are frightened away by the menacing shadows and the strange things that lurk in the darkness.. but others just can't resist the pull of their dark curiosity. The cobwebs cling to the dusty old sign.. Danse Macabre painted in crooked and jagged letters, as a visitor reaches the sign they can just make out the quiet sounds of music. Such low tones could bring a chill to your spine and yet just welcoming enough to encourage one closer. Ragged and tall tents, cages for display, the bustle of the carnival in full swing where one can witness and experience things not of this world, an intense mixture of the beautiful and grotesque.

One can not visit the carnival without having their fortune read, the beast's wagon lay near the back of the property, a curtain of beads hanging in the door of his small wagon. "Come in... Come in... ssssssit.." He had a strange hiss to his voice as he beckoned the visitor closer with the gentle curl of his fingers. There was something odd about the fellow with his richly tanned skin and his various costume jewelry. Balanced atop his head lay the strange skull with it's horns embellished. A thick mane of burgundy hair was combed back and reached far down his back with various accessories tangled in the locks, beads, leather bands and feathers. Those brilliant yellow eyes fixed upon the visitor before the soft glow from his crystal ball drew one's eye. The mist of red inside was constantly in motion, twisting and swirling in a slow dance. "I sssssee... I ssssee... He hissed and with a wide grin the body of his customer slumped forward and a scream echoed from the confines of the crystal ball.

A slithering snake was he.. confined under his small table his snake body coiled itself together disguising the demon from mortal eyes until it was to late for them. His greed for souls kept him on the mortal plane, he was a demon of desire and lust and vanity.. all of those beautiful souls just scattered for the taking. As they gazed into his crystal ball seeking to know more about their glory and future he'd drain the soul right out of them and collect it with the thousands already trapped within. Once the soul was taken from the body, the empty shell was left behind for other uses. Some he devoured - feasting on the young, ripe bodies of the mortals and sating his own bloodlust. Some were transformed, the empty husks becoming vessels for another demon.

Old and young, man and woman - none were safe from his treachery; save for one.. he was a young boy. So innocent and sweet, he had been so unwittingly brought along by his older sibling. The elder.. she suffered the fate of most of Iamus's victims, her soul condemned to it's prison in his collection and her body devoured. But the boy.. he was still to young, still to innocent, his soul to clean to be tainted by the others. His soul was given a special vessel to contain it.. out of his mortal body.. and into the body of a doll. Year after year Iamus showed his talents as a craftsman, building the boy's soul a new body with each birthday until the year he would have been eighteen.. he no longer crafts him a new body, instead - makes only slight alterations to his current form. He was added as another spotlight attraction to the carnival.. the living doll.. the puppet without strings.. Leviticus.

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