He skillfully created the most horrible and unnerving faces and, with his magic, he gave them the illusion of life, real scares waiting for the unsuspecting.
However, and this hurt his pride, his husband was way better than him. He carved with a scalpel, skillful like no other and from that, without the necessity of magic and tricks, he created faces and drawings full of imagination and wander, the perfect contrast to the horrors created by Black Hat.
It wasn't that bad to lose, Black Hat could take pride in something else, and that was to grow the best pumpkins. Huge vegetables of shiny orange and with living vines able to strangle any mischievous kid approaching with a bat.
“They are very good this year, Jefecito”
“This girl already ate three brats today” the demon smiled, patting the biggest pumpkin in the field.
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