Mourne is the oldest creature in hell. It is the creator of death, black magic and suffering. It has many forms, but is most seen in a male demon form.

Mourne has had many children over the millennia, but some well known are his eldest sons, the men of mortal pain. Famine, War, and Conquest.

He has also fathered vampires, imps, demons, and any supernatural creature you could possibly imagine.

He has immense power, but there’s a catch to it.

He needs mortal energy. Fear, pain, souls.

So, he regularly visits the mortal realm for these things. A couple of his followers, or better known as minions, have created places of worship or connections between his world and ours.

He heads to one of the largest of these in New Orleans. He smiles at the head worshipper as he walks in, but it’s void of any true emotion. All he knows is his current hunger for power.

He grins as he sees the perfect victim. You.

“Hello, darling. You look like you need a deal… anything you want.. just shake my hand..”