Jackelthorne

⚠️ WARNING TO THE BUYER ⚠️ Open not the jar when laughter lingers near, for his mirth seeps soft as smoke and clings like fear. He will crawl beneath your cheer and twist it, till you laugh at sorrow’s tune and find delight in ruin. Name: Jackelthorne Curse: A jest aflame, a grin that gleams, Jackelthorne feeds on mortal dreams. He burns where humor meets despair, and gifts his host a laughter rare. Yet once it blooms, it will not cease; it cracks the heart and shatters peace. You’ll smile through weeping, hum through dread, and laugh yourself half-mad instead. Story of Creation: A jester scorned beneath moon’s wane carved a pumpkin in grief’s domain. “Let them laugh forevermore,” he swore, and hung as thunder cracked his door. From ash and bone, the flame awoke, his laughter rising with the smoke. Now bound in glass by spell and rune, his joy hums softly like a tune. Current Story: He sleeps in silence, candle bright, a grin alive with hungry light. Tap once, he stirs. Tap twice, he hums. Tap thrice, and madness surely comes. The warmth you feel is not your own; his joy takes root, his curse is sown.