Jasper

JASPER

Once upon a most ghoulish time, a handsome young demon and his gruesome, undead ghoulfriend decided to wed. It was at the stroke of midnight on all hallows eve that they pledged their love eternal in front of a congregation of their most fiendish friends. The blessed event was then followed by much bone shaking (dancing) and eating of cake (black forest) and one would expect that the newly Ghoulie wed couple would have lived unhappily ever after, but the years turned into decades and still they weren’t blessed with the scratchy scratch of tiny claws echoing through their draughty halls.
How the couple bemoaned their barrenness, were they never to bestow their excellent skills of discipline and punishment upon a little Devils spawn of their own? Though they were still deeply obsessed with and consumed by one another, they felt a certain hollowness within that no amount of rancid flesh could fill.
Then frightfully stormy night while the lightening flashed and the thunder roared, as they sat in their parlour staring out at the cemetery and generally enjoying the havoc being wreaked upon the world outside, there came a timber splintering rapping at their door.
On investigation the couple found a flock of rather bedraggled crows, their plumage quite soaked from the rain, clutching various pieces of fabric that dangled from a small swaddled parcel. The ghouls ushered the crows in to dry by the fire while they examined the little mummified bundle more closely.
Once the vast amount of wrapping was removed, the Ghoulie couple discovered with great delight a most deliciously pale ghoulish baby. He had ten little claws and ten little toes (complete with long and sabre sharp nails) and a most fearsome set of fangs. The Ghoulie bride cooed and marvelled at his lovely little horns and they both recoiled with shared horror at the cuteness of his dimples. Indeed the couple were smitten with their satanic little bundle and christened him “Jasper” after dearly departed , at least twice over, great grandpa Jasper on his fathers side.
They made an obscenely happy family and little Jasper was showered with gory gifts, even a pet spider of his very own - a large black, beady-eyed beast with a notoriously venomous bite. The family were often seen swimming in the swamp and picnicking in the moonlit cemetery. Little Jasper had a keen and hungry mind and learned fast, devouring great texts of forensic pathology and reading ghost stories just for fun. All of which was most heartening to his parents who had often fretted that he would be discriminated against for his dimples and lack of open wounds and not a single day passed that they didn’t reassure their beloved spawn that one day he would haunt any mansion, castle or church yard he desired.

- Lady Nemesis 2001