The Devil Rooster
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The Devil Rooster -
The Devil Rooster
DiabloGoblo is the devil rooster who wanders into the swamp whenever he feels like it, never staying long enough to be predictable and never leaving without causing trouble. He wasn’t born here, and he doesn’t live here, but the swampkin treat him like family anyway. He predates the swamp’s rebirth, older than the lantern routes and older than the hunting grounds, and no one knows where he goes when he disappears. He just shows up one morning, strutting through the waterline with that smug little tilt of his head, and suddenly the whole swamp feels louder.
He’s clever in a way that makes even Ricky pause. DiabloGoblo doesn’t attack wanderers — he tricks them. He leads them off the lantern-lit paths with cheerful confidence, hopping and cackling until they follow him straight into Ricky’s territory or Cyrus’s hunting ground. He never harms them himself. He just nudges them toward danger and watches what happens next.
Most swampkin adore him. Dymora lets him wander her garden without complaint. Worm carries him around like a prized relic. Cyrus treats him like a living challenge, always trying to anticipate where DiabloGoblo will lead his next “volunteer.” Ricky doesn’t chase him, doesn’t threaten him, doesn’t bother him — DiabloGoblo has delivered more wanderers to Ricky than any other creature, and Ricky respects efficiency.
Cornwall is the only one who’s indifferent. DiabloGoblo’s antics mean more lanterns to place, more wanderers to drag back, more routes to repair., and not to mention the sabtage of season 1 of mask voting… DiabloGoblo never apologizes. He just watches Cornwall work with bright, amused eyes, delighted by the chaos he caused.
He has no official role in the swamp. He isn’t a guardian, a hunter, or a protector. He’s a nuisance — but a beloved one. His presence makes swampkin gather, laugh, and follow him around like he’s hosting a festival. The danger comes from the people who trust him. Outsiders see a rooster and assume safety. They follow him without thinking, stepping out of Cornwall’s light and into the belly of the swamp.
DiabloGoblo is whimsical, unpredictable, and far smarter than he pretends to be. He’s a myth in feathered form — a troublemaker who shouldn’t be underestimated, a creature who brings joy and danger in equal measure, and the only being in the swamp who can cause chaos without ever lifting a claw.
When he struts toward the darkness, swampkin laugh. When outsiders follow him, swampkin sigh. And when he vanishes, everyone wonders when the devil rooster will return again.
The Great Mask Sabotage…
Fall had come upon the swamp, breezier bayous and warm-colored leaves floating among the muck. Cornwall had finally gotten his lanterns in place, ready for an event that rivaled some of the greatest holidays. How could he surpass a holiday like halloween? how could he bring together a larger crowd than the 2013 Kumbh Mela gathering in india?
After days of wrestling gators and extending piers, it came to him. Cornwall would throw the first mask voting event! More evenings went by as Cornwall prepared his masks, but he was unaware of the devious plans that watched over his shoulder. Diablogoblo watched in stealth as he prepared every stitch and detail, plotting and PLANNING...
When mask voting commenced, it began according to plan for Cornwall. denizens began to walk around and peer at their favorite masks, eagerly waiting to remask cornwall. Towns nearby envied at the chance to help choose the face of the swamp, other countries even began to work on creating a holiday to rival the sheer spectacle of the new biannual mask voting within Lafayette swamp. i shouldn’t be telling you this, but even former world leaders had reached out with their repsective votes. Unforntunately, Diablogoblo had slyly set his pawns into place. If only Cornwall didn’t include a few humorous choices…
By the time it came to counting final votes, The votes had changed drastically. no longer did the world want a Cornwall with a thorned mask, ridden with roses. No longer did the world want a leather-belt ridden mask of intimidation. No longer did the world want the beloved, original mask of cornwall, no. Cornwall read every vote as sweat poured heavily, the realization setting in.
geishawall. Geishawall. Geishwall. Every thorn has its rose. Geishwall. Geishwall. in the end, the overwhelming NUMBER of votes meant that cornwall had no choice…
Diablogoblo had played his role in this. How? He won’t say. However, Cornwall did wear that mask. He did so hesitantly, but with pizzaz and dedication. Although Cornwall would never forget that look in that Devil Rooster’s eye. His beady, little saboteur eyes…