Irah gazed about the pavilion, bathed in silver moonlight. The grass had tones akin to jewels, she struck a match and lit the ebony lamp.

"I can see him if I light this lamp?"

"Only on Halloween Night." The elderly sage woman amended.

"Right, Halloween..."

The world tilted and colors collided like a kaleidoscope of vibrance. Tilting, whirling, falling, she crashed into the ground her muscles ached. She got to her feet looking around, the pathway was lined with dark trees and lit by jack-o-lanterns between the trees. The golden glow caused the path to glimmer like serene water, so much that she felt she might slip into a lake by stepping onto the path. She slowly continued forward, reaching a clearing overrun by tall auburn grasses that swished in a dainty breeze. A pavillion mirroring the one that she'd stood in just moments before in the Land of the Living. Only this time it was swathed by an emerald luminance and at its center sitting beside an ebony lamp, not unlike the one given to her by the witch, was a young man. His high cheekbones gave his regal face a gaunt appearance, his dark hair brushed by the winds. He turned and smiled brightly upon seeing her and stands, stygian trench coat billowing behind him.

"Irah."

"Damien." She smiled eyes twinkling rushing up and embracing him.

"I've missed you."

"I've missed you too." He said gently kissing her forehead. "I am glad you were finally allowed a way to see me."

"You might be the Grim Reaper, but I am smarter than death." She smirked and he laughed brightly.

The night was filled with sweet embraces and nostalgic conversation, and all too soon the lamp's misty glass reflected the sunrise of the real world.

"I need to go home..."

Damien nodded. "I will return you to where you came from." He walked with her to where she had appeared and kissed her farewell. But they stood there, the sense of the sun rising ever present and...nothing.

"What's going on?"

"I'm not sure, you should have faded by now." He looked perplexed. "I know you must go, despite wishing you'd stay."

She's started to panic by this point, "My family..." Her voice quaked.

"I know. Here, let's go back to the lamp maybe it will give us a clue of what went wrong." He summoned his scythe and took her by the waist using its power to return them to the pavilion.

Once there, they inspect the lamp and find it has a crack down one side.

"If you douse the light it will return you flawlessly, but with that crack...I doubt you'll be able to return." Damien whispered gravely.

"But I want to be able to see you, it's not fair." Tears welled in her eyes.

"I will be with you. Always." He kissed her forehead and gently guided her hand to the lamp before bending down and blowing out the flame.