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.

The Whistling Fiend

A Tune To Dance To Drinnik