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Since his rather late growth and ability to travel within a specific area, the boy had taken to roaming the nearby graveyard. There were a group of trees that surrounded the mystical place, blocking almost all of the outside civilization from view. That is, except for the area where the front gate was. One might ask about the back gate... Well... Azrael had yet to find such a thing in his adventures.

Although he had heard of tales that it existed in way in the back, hidden, and led into a haunted forest. The pumpkin demon didn't believe much of the haunted part, but the forest part sounded intriguing. What? His brother was half demon half angel and he was pretty sure Ary was the daughter of the devil or something. And he himself was a demon so what did it matter if there was a ghost in a bunch of trees?

Resting on a tree branch, said pumpkin demon stared out across the rows and rows of tombstones, searching for the gate he had heard so much about. Damn, none in sight.

Pale purple ears perked up at the soft sound of the familiar tune. He had heard the song quite often as well as the movie it belonged to solely because it involved Halloween. Hey, it was his favorite holiday so why wouldn't he like the movie? Besides, it was pretty cool for a kids movie.

"Come with us and you will see, this our town of Halloween," Azrael continued with a grin, kicking his feet. It hadn't taken the boy long to locate the origin of the singing, since the only other person in the graveyard just happened to be a little girl directly below him. Strange looking, wasn't she? Reminded him of a doll repeatedly sewn up with various pieces of other dolls. Definitely the strangest sight he had seen all day.

Azrael smirked. "Pumpkins scream in the dead of night. A fan? Perhaps. More like Halloween is my favorite holiday and the movie is pretty sweet. What about you?" he asked, swinging his feet a couple more times before actually considering how he was to get down again.

"Hm? Oh. M'name's Azrael, overlord and demonic king of pumpkins everywhere!" the boy said proudly with an almost evil grin. Swinging his tail around and flipping down to the ground, the boy bowed and straightened. "Anyways... What is it that you're doing?"

"I was actually born on Halloween night, I think," Azrael replied, not bothering to continue the song. It was quite obvious they both knew it by now. Sure it was a fun song, sure he knew it word for word by heart, but it was difficult to concentrate on the lyrics and their conversation at the same time.

"I'm a fairly popular guy so I'm not surprised you've heard my name before. I think I've seen you before too..." he continued, glancing to the tombstones Eve had mentioned. They were older than the ones at the front... He had to be close.

"Well... essentially, I'm on an adventure searching for the haunted woods that the back gate leads to," he replied, shortening his story and sound twenty times cooler. Yeah, Azrael, the great pumpkin demon and adventurer, exploring the haunted and dangerous. Ooh, he liked the sound of that.

Azrael simply shrugged. "Probably was a party of sorts. Haven't been to one in a long while, though, so I can't quite recall which one or whether I heard of you or saw you briefly," he replied, unable to remember what party it could have been that he remembered her from.

"I hope I do too. Been looking for a few days but, I'm pretty sure I'm getting real close," he added, glancing down at the tombstone. "You wanna come with? I'm pretty sure there's older gravestones back farther. Some even have statues on top."

“Welcome aboard, then, Eve. The journey may be dangerous but the rewards shall be great for us both,” Azrael replied with a grin. Exploring the unknown was always tons more fun with others. Especially those who looked like reanimated zombie ragdolls with a thing for art. Well, the last bit wasn’t as awesome but still! REANIMATED ZOMBIE RAGDOLL. What wasn’t epically cool about that? Well, besides the dead-thing and rotting flesh bits... If she had flesh... Did ragdolls have flesh?

Either way, his adventures were always more unexpected and strange when he wasn’t on his own exploring the unexplored and strange. Weird. Leaping nimbly over a tombstone, the pumpkin demon moved through the rows of the dead with ease. “So, Eve, you afraid of ghosts?” he asked, avoiding stepping on the actual graves. Who knew what might pop up anyways? You never knew if what was down there was actually dead...

Living bones? Well that sounded just as interesting and spooky as say ghosts and zombies. And living bones were probably just as disgusting as zombies unless they were the same thing... Whatever. “Ah. Yeah. Those are pretty weird,” Azrael commented as he wound around a rather old and gnarly tree. However, as he emerged on the other side a new sight greeted him. Huge gravestones with massive statues of angels and demons and all sorts of creatures littered the area in nice, neat rows. Several were crumbling or overgrown with grass while a few even had ivy clinging to their worn surface.

“Woah... Hey look! Over there! Is that a gate way back there?” he asked suddenly, pointing in the distance to a massive black iron gate that spiraled out and up into the sky. It was beautiful and yet incredibly mysterious and creepy at the same time.

It’s more than beautiful, it has power,” Azrael muttered, staring at the gates for a few seconds longer before following Eve through the cemetery. Strange runic symbols worn away by time were engraved into the tall grave statues flying by as they ran, completely silent and ignorant to the world around them. The eerie silence was lost on the boy as they moved around the various gravesites. No, their goal was the massive gate that lay farther in and crept closer with each step they took. Perhaps if they had paid more attention to the statues, they would have realized that they weren’t exactly stationary...

“Did you see that?” the pumpkin demon asked suddenly as he stopped dead in his tracks a few feet in front of the gate. He could have SWORN that the statue of the man on a horse was facing the other way. Maybe it was a trick of the light... No, he was definitely sure it had been facing the entrance and not the exit...

In fact, weren’t all the statues originally facing the other way? “Weird...” he muttered, resting a hand on the cool metal that had been warped into fantastic designs behind him.