Harvest

Born from the seed of autumn's taste for darkness, Harvest rises from wormy fields of rotten gourds to feast on daylight, his hunger for souls insatiable and his penchant for suffering heralding a dreadful season of reaping. As pumpkins are smashed and blood spills upon soil, he brings a killing dusk that burdens troubled Hunters with hauntings, each harvested ghost digging his roots deeper. At midnight he descends as a castle of rotting tendrils and pulsing pumpkin guts, October's great carved mouth swallowing all who resist his season whole.