A Tune To Dance To
The Whistling Fiend
The thing of nightmare, the creature of darkness
Tall, skeletal, with black skin clinging to its bones, the Whistling Fiend is covered in a red jelly substance, poison to touch. A single horn rises from the back of its head, curving forward. And it always, always is whistling.
It starts with a whistling tune, sometimes jaunty, sometimes flat and tuneless. The demon exists to destroy.