For the sake of everyone turning into devils and Neath-Tober, he is now bees!
T0hinking his new epithet would be the Goat-Eyed Devil. I give him fucked up pupils for the good of my soul. I'd say he'd own the rest of the Merry Circus' souls but, alas, without him living on the surface and bonding with everyone, our little group wouldn't ever come to the Neath for him to do that. Which leaves just ol' Mal.












