The news of Father Oleander’s death sent shockwaves throughout Burrowgatory. All Sinner’s Day was a day of grandiose overindulgence and hedonistic revelry, one that many Succubuns looked forward to every year. Now, as the chill remained in the air, sinking beneath the fur of its usually warm denizens, it seemed that no one was in any mood to celebrate or think of any upcoming festivities. Murmurs of the mysterious deaths and disappearances lingered from dusk to dawn as many no longer felt...
