TRANSCRIPT: This is visual description of the comic, for purposes such as accessibility and internet searches.
BONUS ART INTRO.)
(The whole title and image is in a swoopy action adventure perspective. The font is fiery colored all caps with mild serifs, a jack o'lantern
comprises the letter O. Claude the fuzzy little demon is riding in a pumpkin that is also burning inside. Toasty demon buns or some unknown
feels about the overall extremeness of life have produced a tear at the corner of his eye. Trailing him are two bats, leading him a heart that
TEXT: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! THE KINGFISHER IS BACK!
(Allison has pulled a knife on Greyburn, as he floats in her personal space all monstered out.)
ALLISON: Uh! Uh... Just back off!
(Sarah and Ellen show up nearby, Tristan in tow. Ellen has a sword.)
SARAH: What's-- Oh, it's HER!
ELLEN: Dad? What are you...
(Hypnotic moth angel Aubrey Greyburn swirls about Allison as she looks confused with her situation. In the
background, a demonic form appears. Though when Greyburn refers to demons here, he's talking about Allison.)
GREYBURN: I rebuke thee, demon!
(The demon makes the scene to do battle with Aubrey. It is a green skelly thing with blades about the head and a
blade for a tongue, using weird pink severed human arms like gloves. Aubrey finds it distasteful, Allison lurks away.)
GREYBURN: What petty foolery do you bring upon me?
(Sarah and Ellen hector Aubrey on his demon fighting ways and Allison grabs Tristan's arm in the background.)
SARAH: Ugh, just kill it already!
ELLEN: Dad, get away from that thing! Damn it, Thierry...
(Silhouetted, Allison leads Tristan to the waiting taxi.)
(Startled Tristan and action Allison get into the taxi on either side of grumpy Thierry,
who uses malocchio-shaped gestures to work his demon magics from afar..)
THIERRY: Did I mention how much I hate doing things?
ALLISON: Just go, dude!
(Greyburn lurches in front of the taxi, but the green demon is fast behind.)
GREYBURN: Hear me or perish, wicked beasts!
(The demon has nearly gripped Greyburn's shoulders, as the oblivious vampire takes out his crankiness on the taxi occupants.)
GREYBURN: Your hateful presence shall not haunt my--
(The demon has Aubrey in the grips of distraction, its eyes now bugging out of sockets and
burning with fire. Its mouth blade appears to be a tiny sword held in a tiny human-like arm.)
GREYBURN: My... Ehm...
(As the taxi gets away, Sarah tries to rouse Aubrey by slapping him. The demon doesn't know what to do.)
SARAH: Wake up, you crazy freak!
(In the background, Ellen dispatches the demon with a decisive sword
stroke. In the foreground Aubrey cries in lament and Sarah is ragey.)
AUBREY: No, no... Lord, I pray to--
SARAH: DON'T EVEN!