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| Favorite "Family" story? |
| "Cold Memories", Alec |
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33% |
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| "Best to Forget", Danni |
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16% |
[ 1 ] |
| "Ten Minutes", Petra |
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| "The First Christmas with Daisuke", Toshi |
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16% |
[ 1 ] |
| "To Whom It May Concern", Cajus |
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16% |
[ 1 ] |
| "Like Father Like Son", Asmodeous |
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| "Christmas on Ice", Ialo |
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16% |
[ 1 ] |
| "He was there for me, even when I didn't realize it", Beelzebub |
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[ 0 ] |
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 9:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 5:59 pm
"Santa Claws Is Coming To Town"
Arik
You'd better not run
You'd better not hide
No use either way
Here's telling you why
Santa Claws is coming to town
To hell with the list
Everyone dies
Don't relly matter who's naughty or nice
Santa Claws is coming to town
He'll skewer you when you're sleeping
He'll gut you if you wake
He'll stab you if you're bad or good
So who gives ******** either way
Oh! You'd better not run
You'd better not hide
No use either way
Here's telling you why
Santa Claws is coming to town
Santa Claws is coming to town!
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 6:07 pm
"The Night Before Hell"
Alec Twas a cold winter's eve
At the frozen North Pole
Some highly armed elves
Sat in their hole
A frag held by one
A shotty another
A third keeping lookout
Whilst thinking, "Oh brother."
The zombies were coming
The robots behind
Demons en route
All carrying mimes
Hellfire rained down
From fel dragon's breath
The only clear goals:
Destruction and death
All hope seemed lost
The elves would bleed green
Till sleigh bells were heard
And bloody coat seen
The jolly man came
Astride his great sleigh
Machine guns attached
Their bullets would spray
He fired his missiles
Torpedos and bombs
His rippled chest bared
As he blew through the mobs
Blood flew up high
Bones were soon shattered
The battlefield haunted
By Santa's deep laughter
Sexy princess appeared
In skimpy dress clad
Her assets exposed
As she hated her dad
Her breasts glowed white
Her a** glowing red
Lasers then shot
Through eyes in her head
The battle now won
The enemies scattered
Santa now grasped
The Princess' 'mammers'
Makeouts were made
Songs would be sung
The battle for Christmas
Had finally been won
_______________________
Alec and Arik
In teacher lounge sat
Their eyes opened wide
Their jaws in their lap
They looked at the screen
Then back at each other
"This anime sucks!
Lets watch another."
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 6:31 pm
"Merry Christmas, Mr. White"
Nigel White Once a year, Santa Claus came to visit Mystic Fountain. Of course, it wasn’t actually him, but you couldn’t just point that out – you had to pretend, and contribute to the holiday fantasy. After all, he wasn’t too bad of a Santa. He was an older man, for sure. He wore the traditional red coat with white fluffy lining, and a wide black belt. He had been taking good care of his fake beard to keep it fluffy and bright. Most mall Santas didn’t do even that, and frightened the kids with dingy, grungy blue beards.
Well. Not to say that this Santa wasn’t frightening in his own special way. He was very solemn as he made his way through the halls of the school, ringing a lone bell. Over his shoulder was a potato sack, filled about halfway with various chocolates and candies. He was a Christmas-themed reaper, but with less reaping of the souls and more sowing of the sweets.
“Hey Santa~! Can I –“
“Detention next Tuesday.”
“Wh-what?! I didn’t even do anything!”
“You looked at me funny. Maybe. I don’t really care. Merry Christmas.”
Mr. White stepped past Ialo in the hallway, and lobbed a few pieces of chocolate towards his peers. Yes, he was both the best and the most terrifying Santa Claus to ever grace Mystic Fountain.
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 6:33 pm
"The True Meaning of Christmas?"
Takeru Li Yamamoto On a blustery December night not a creature was to be seen. The city slept peacefully, all tucked away in their beds. Children dreamed of an abundance of toys, and parents talked over their day only to rest in preparation for the next. The animals were bundled up in their groups, or cowering under porch steps against the bitter cold.
The still night was left undisturbed, pristine in condition. Snow was falling softly, and no foot print or blemish permeated the soft fluff. Peace like this does not last forever, something must always come in to disturb the serenity. Monstrosities are best for this, as their appearance alone is enough to unsettle even the quaintest of scenery.
Flying high in the tumultuous weather flapped a large green bird, or at least what appeared to be a bird. He was covered mostly from head to tow in thick feathers, and a large beak protruded from his face along with talons for feet. Held in his beak sat his trusty pipe, the magic within being the only thing keeping it alight. This bird was different most you would see, for on his body were clad clothes of extravagant design. Dashing in appearance, the kimono fit him oddly but that was an irrelevant matter. Inside of the pockets held precious jewels and gems, all things that glittered were what caught this bird's eye. It was a moment of weakness, his inner evil got the better of him, pushing aside his ways of Buddha to steal from a jeweler.
Right now he was searching intently for a warm place to shelter while the brunt of the snowstorm passed him by. He had no home of his own, having happily lived in a monastery up until that point. However, now he was too shameful to return to his previous place of guardianship and resorted to wandering like the vagabond he felt inside.
A gust picked up and sent the great mutated bird whirling through the air, twisting and turning as he was unable to fully right himself up before being sent flying again. Below him he saw an open, smokeless chimney, and without second thought he plummeted down into the opening, where he was met with a charred welcoming at the bottom.
Takeru started up a roaring cough, one that shook his entire body and brought him to his knees as he crawled out of the hole. Slowly he allowed his body to return to something more human looking which would make it easier to crawl. Now he was merely a green haired, red eyed man with a vibrant kimono.
A smell hit his nose, something other than the smell of soot and snow, and he crawled even further towards it. Cookies? Thinking nothing of the oddity, he chowed down on the cookies before his guilt could hit him that he was stealing from whatever family lived here.
From the looks of the place, they were a simple family. Sure they had a fairly nice tree in their house a lit with many colors, which was odd in of itself, but as for the rest of the home it was rather dreary. As he finished the platter of treats, he turned a nervous head to the side to see two young children eyeing him with great suspicion. The elder girl, who could be no older than seven, held onto the hand of a snotty toddler boy.
"W-why are you here? Hey! You can't eat those! Those cookies are for Santa!" Takeru looked down at the treat in hand with discombobulated expression, tossing the remainder of the cookie onto the saucer from whence it came. The little girl continued to huff at him, until the boy tugged at her sleeve to get her attention.
"Oneesan, that IS Shanta! Look, he's got the big red coat" The little boy pointed a tiny finger at his bright red kimono, very out of fashion for this time of year but it caught his eye nonetheless. Takeru, to say the least, was entirely perplexed. What was a Santa?
"He doesn't look anything like that Santa Claus in the Western movies Okasan showed us. Prove that your Santa. Where are our presents?" Nervously, Takeru rummaged through his kimono pocket to hunt out the jewels that were the great source of his shame. He'd be happy to get rid of them and give them to someone that actually needed them. Pulling out the aforementioned gems, he laid them out in the floor in front of them with a pleased smile on his face. Takeru felt he had accomplished some form of retribution.
The children weren't really amused by gems, but picked them up nonetheless. Carefully the girl turned it over in her hand, and the little boy bit it thinking that it was actually candy. The girl snatched it from him, not wanting him to swallow it.
"Santa is supposed to bring toys, not jewels." The girl just couldn't be pleased with his offering, and he did his best to placate her and reassure her that the gems held some value in their eyes.
"Otosan and Okasan could probably take the gems and sell them for a high price to buy you toys. That sounds nice, doesn't it?" The little girl could only shrug his shoulders, pocketing the gems to show her parents in the morning not knowing what sort of shock she was going to give them.
Listening to the outside he could hear the wind dying down, and with his now guilt free energy he felt he could fly without end to wherever he needed to go. Crawling back over to the chimney, he gave the little children a wave before morphing back into his large bird form. The kids reeled back with a gasp, and darted back to their beds in fear of the sight they saw. With a strong kick Takeru propelled himself out of their house and up into the night air once more. For the rest of the night he flew on without course, going wherever his heart seemed to lead him. Perhaps America would be a nice place for a fresh start? He would never let himself fall prey to his greedy ways again, and from here out only pursue giving others the way to the path of enlightenment.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 7:29 pm
"The Secret Library Music Number"
[Petra] What was it with the holidays that just made you get songs stuck in your head all the time? Petra had been facing this problem since the end of Thanksgiving, where she’d enjoyed the blood of a fresh caught turkey. From classic tunes to newer holiday songs, she was humming, whistling, and singing all over the school. Naomi even joked that she might need a Christmas intervention. For the most part, her holiday obsessed mind was at least harmless. At times it would be a mild annoyance at the most. Yet, the worst day was when she had just one particular song in her head.
Petra hadn’t even listened to it intentionally. She simply had a Christmas radio playing on her computer in the background while she worked on her homework. Her focus was on the work and she barely even realized what song was playing until she started absently humming along. She stopped herself with a wild blush, realizing which song had popped up.
It was the next day that the terrible case of the earworm began, not allowing the song to leave her head. She tried to resist it at first, oddly enough in Alec’s Self Control class. Vik could tell that Petra was fighting the urge to sing. It was funny because she always made this one face where her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. He nudged her gently and asked what song she had on the brain.
“It’s another Christmas song but… well it’s…” Petra tried to tell him what it was, but she was embarrassed. “It’s got a bit of a,” she paused, whispering the next words, “provocative tone.”
Vik had to hold in laughter at how flustered she was. Still, he didn’t bug her about it for much longer. He was sure he’d catch her humming it later on. And he was right about that, though he wasn’t the first to hear it.
The vampire had agreed to help out in the library restacking some books. She’d offered it as a kind holiday gesture and the librarian was glad to have her. Mostly she was just pushing around a cart, plucking books from the tables and chairs (and unfortunately sometimes from floors and stair cases), and bringing it back behind the desk to be stacked. The library was mostly empty. In this moment of solitude, Petra thought it would be safe to sing the song.
Santa Baby, slip a sable under the tree, For me.
been an awful good girl, Santa baby,
so hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa baby, a 54 convertible too,
Light blue.
I'll wait up for you dear,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.
The thing with Petra was that when she sang a song to herself, she gave it her all. She danced around the bookshelves as if she were starring in a musical and this was her big number. She seduced the books from their tables, posed in chairs as she grabbed more things to bring back and tidied up from the day. Petra was having an absolute blast and did so without fear. No one, as far as she knew, was around but her.
Think of all the fun I've missed,
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed,
Next year I could be just as good,
If you'll check off my Christmas list.
Ialo hid around the other side of the bookshelf as Petra continued through the row, pushing her cart along. He was smiling to himself, quietly watching the girl as she went along. It seemed like most girls at this school were fairly talented for one thing or another, but he’d never seen Petra sing quite like this. Her guard was down and her mouth wide open as she let out note after sweet note. It was lucky for Ialo that she wasn’t a Siren.
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing,
A ring.
I don't mean on the phone,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight,
Hurry down the chimney tonight,
Hurry, tonight.
Petra sighed as she finished the song, noticing the cart was now full. She started humming the whole thing over again, being far less theatrical about it as she hurried back to the desk. Ialo went unnoticed yet as she scurried on past. Hitting the save button on his phone, he chuckled lightly to himself. This was one he’d keep to himself. Hurrying back to Rubidus, he pressed play, enjoying the private performance as many times as he pleased.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 8:35 pm
"Let’s Kill Santa Claus"
Danni Rinaldi  ♆“You plan on simply sleeping the day away?” Hoping he would simply go away, Shadow buried her head under her pillow, breathed in the familiar scent of sulfur and smoke. She had worked late the night before and decided to sleep in her quarters down in the Realms. And now here was her inconsiderate partner, trying to rouse her merely three hours after she’d dropped off to sleep. He simply had no consideration for the living.
Despite the intense heat of the Third Realm, she was burrowed under a thick, insulted army blanket, though she wore only running shorts and a sports bra. She could never manage to fall asleep without the weight of a heavy blanket on top of her, no matter what the temperature was.
Muttering under her breath when Arzol began loudly tapping his foot, she chucked her pillow over her shoulder at him, only to have it whipped at her face almost as soon as she’d released it. With a long-suffering grumble, she pushed herself up on her elbows, flipped over and scrubbed the sleep from her eyes as she swung her legs over the side of her bed.
“This had best be important, pretty boy. I need my sleep if I’m going to survive Paris’ holiday party tonight.” She didn’t notice Arzol’s smirk as she stripped down to her underwear, pulled on black pants and a long sleeved t-shirt. She didn’t think to kick him out of the doorway while she changed. He was, in her mind, family. There was nothing wrong with changing in front of family. Sitting down on the edge of the bed again, Shadow pulled on her boots, took a minute to carefully lace them up, double knotting the laces.
“I’m sure you’ll survive a few hours in heels. We’ve a somewhat urgent matter to see to in the States. There’s a humanoid demon there posing as one of those foolish fake Santa Claus people at a mall in Toledo. The reports say he has a taste for children. Three have already gone missing. It’s safe to assume that he’s eaten them.” He watched her pause for a moment, saw her eyes harden as she got to her feet, her cloak flying off the hook on the wall to settle over her shoulders.
“Let’s get this over with quickly. I hate Ohio in the winter.” He studied her for a bit, considered her dangerous expression, her dark clothes. Taking his life in his own hands, he shifted to block the doorway, offered her a mildly apologetic look.
“It’s, ah, daytime on the Top World right now. Boss wants the job done now, so…we have to blend.” He watched with some amusement as her face fell, filled with annoyance. She hated undercover work, he knew. And he knew she was going to…hate wasn’t quite the word for what she would feel towards the outfit he’d gotten together for her. As he chucked a garment bag at her, stared at his own, he let out a small sigh, and prepared to tune out the grumbling and snarling that was bound to start shortly.
Thirty minutes later…
“I’m retiring.” Since his partner had uttered the same sentiment multiple times in the past few minutes, Arzol pretty much ignored her. He, too, was anything but pleased by the style arrangements. But at least he wasn’t wearing what she was. Sometimes, he thought with some amusement, blending in meant raiding a Top World store for the last Christmas costumes left in stock. After all, they were supposed to blend in with the staff.
Whistling in the mall’s staff bathroom where Shadow had teleported both of them, Arzol looked over to where she tugged at the skirt of her ‘uniform,’ her expression harried and frustrated. For her, he’d found a classic Santa hat, red and white furry Christmas boots. But that was where the traditional Christmas attire stopped. The top layer was a red and white furry coat that cut off at her midriff. Below that was a tight black…he thought it might be a dress. It ended just below her crotch, clinging to every curve he mostly forgot she had, zipping right up the middle to where it stopped and clung to her chest. Were it not for the white stockings she wore with it, his partner would’ve been arrested for indecent exposure.
Meanwhile, he…He was an elf. There had been no avoiding it. It had been the only costume that fit him. The green and red outfit was baggy and foolish, the clip-on elf ears a pain in the a**. There were bells on his shoes. He, it seemed, was casting aside his dignity. The fact that this job promised to pay well was the only thing keeping him from stomping off in jingling disgust.
“All right, let’s get this over with. I smell young blood.” Since she could smell it as well, lingering in the air, Shadow nodded, leading the way out of the bathroom. They’d already tracked down the demon. He was in the middle of the mall, bouncing children on his knee. His appearance was a good one. The white gloves would hide the overgrown nails he would have on his hands, the fake beard covering up the sharp teeth, the shade from his hat and contacts covering up his crimson eyes.
The two Reapers walked, for the most part, unnoticed by the mall patrons. No one was going to look twice at another Santa hat, at another elf when there was dozens more wandering around. No one was going to stop and ask a scowling Santa girl for a picture. They knew, because they’d watched, that he’d already picked his next target. A young girl this time, with big grey eyes and black curls. He would make his move soon, before she left. But he wouldn’t have a chance.
The Reapers walked as a unit, their steps perfectly in synch, their postures identical. At the moment at Santa’s big throne-like seat, a sign was up proclaiming he’d gone to lunch. Ignoring it, Danni wrenched open the door behind the throne, snapping the lock. He was there, just putting his gloves back on, his beard off to reveal his sharp, deadly teeth twisted in a grin of excitement.
That grin turned to an open-mouthed gape when he saw the flash of blue hair in the door, accompanied by the crimson eyes of her companion. No. Not this duo. He’d been so careful. He’d left no trail. He…It was his last conscious thought before a scythe, summoned on the spot, ripped through his chest.
A waste of time. As Shadow retracted the scythe, she stared down in disgust at the demon’s body. Since it was humanoid, the body would not simply turn to ash, but would linger. Even as she stepped forward to heft the corpse over her shoulder, Arzol beat her to it, tossing the fake Santa Clause over his shoulder, opened up a portal.
“I’ll take care of burning this, fill out the paperwork. You have a party to get ready for.” He was gone before she could argue, left her standing, vaguely annoyed and cold. After a moment, however, she shrugged, opening up a portal of her own and leaping through it, landing in the master bedroom of Henri’s estate. The quickly she was out of this outfit, the quicker…
Her thoughts trailed off slowly as she sensed a presence behind her, was already cursing viciously in her mind as she turned around.
Henri sipped at his wine, his eyes moving slowly up and down her body, taking in her outfit, her annoyed expression, the blood splattered on the white tights.
“Nice outfit, chérie. But I was thinking something a bit less…bloody for the party.” A crude hand gesture told him exactly what he could do with his suggestion, and he merely chuckled as she stalked into the bathroom, already tugging off the Santa hat and jacket. It was good she was home, he mused. He’d rather missed her muttering.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 8:48 pm
"The Gift That Keeps Giving....and Giving"
Asmodeous Luxuria "Surprise!" Yelled a boisterous demon as he pounced on an unsuspecting Beelzebub. Asmodeous had invited an apathetic Prince of Gluttony to his chamber that evening with promises of a great and wonderful "surprise." Of course being pounced on and yelled at was probably not in Bee's list of things he liked to be on the receiving end of. Asmodeous caused him to jump in response, jerking to turn about face as he a red hat was plopped on his head. The little white fluff ball on the end hit him in the face, only causing him to scrunch up his face in annoyance.
"What the Hell is this?" He asked with a sharp rasp to his voice, the annoyance beginning to build very quickly.
"It's your surprise, what else did you think it was?" Asmodeous replied with a mischievous grin, flicking the little fluff ball on the end of his hat at the end of his statement.
"Well I'm not sure what sort of fire has lit under your a** today, but I'm not one for being festive. You can have your hat back," handing the hat over with his retort. The Lord of Lust had other ideas though, pushing the hat back towards him with a tut.
"Now now, can't you at least hear me out on why I'm giving you this?" He made his request while scooting closer to him, now sitting on his knees as his hands still rested lightly over the others, insisting he put the hat back on.
"....fine, but it better be good," he replied with reluctance, but did as the other demon desired. Usually whatever Asmodeous cooked up ended well enough for him. Still, it was always fun to make things difficult for him whenever he could.
"Just a moment," quickly as he spoke Asmodeous turned around to grab something sitting behind his back. Bee attempted to peek around his shoulder, but Asmodeous was already facing him once more before he'd had the chance. Bee tried, poorly, to appear nonchalant as he was overcome with curiosity. "It's to go with this."
Out in front of him Asmodeous held out a pair of reindeer antlers he had picked up in the same place as the rest of the gear in the bag behind him. These were only a couple of the items, just to give Bee and idea of what he was getting at.
"Antlers? Santa hat? Have you reverted to some childlike state while I wasn't watching? If so, let me know when my Asmodeous comes back," replying dryly he moved to get up and leave. That is, until Asmodeous grasped him by the wrist to hold him in place. Bee sent him a look of displeasure, but stayed seated anyway.
"Patience, I'm sure you'll like what I have planned if you'll just give the chance to explain. Will you?" Bee reluctantly nodded, moving to cross his legs in front of him as he listened patiently.
"Now, I know we're both not at all festive for this particular holiday. In fact, if it were up to me I'd rather spend this day watching paint dry than doing something festive with it," as he said that he waited for Bee to acknowledge him with a nod or something to show he understood him.
"Even though you let that girl decorate your entire manor...," his voice dropped off as he spoke, and Asmodeous attempted to grab his attention once more as he leaned his head over to catch his eyes.
"Anyway, point is, I ******** hate Christmas and so do you. So, I thought I'd be a bit sacrilegious this year and pick us up a few things to have fun with," he added with a smirk as he rustled the bag behind him bringing it into view.
"Now you're talking my language. What else are you hiding in there?" Asmodeous swatted his hand away he tried to get at the back. Reaching in, he pulled out more of the gifts he intended for Bee to wear. The first being a pair of underwear with a Santa design around it, and a very skimpy pair of underwear as well. He laid them out on the other's lap, going back into the bag as he missed the blush that lit up Bee's face.
"Aha, and this of course!" Out from the bag came a short tasseled whip colored red and green. "A whip for Santa whilst riding his trusty reindeer, of course." Asmodeous's grin was wide as can be now, and Bee couldn't resist how infectious it was as he began to smile too as he examined all the little gifts Asmodeous was laying in his lap. He was now glad he'd stayed to see just what he was up to.
"And of course I have some other things for myself, like this." Holding up in front of him was a choker collar with bells dangling all around. He shook it gently before clipping it onto his neck along with the antlers on his head. Bee couldn't help but stifle a chuckle at his humorous appearance, but still he was curious what was the other thing he saw peeking out of the bag. It looked red and made of leather. You couldn't go wrong with leather for Bee.
"For the last, and most important item, we have this." Out from the bag came a red, leather device of mysterious purpose. If Bee didn't know better, he'd say it looked like a horse bridle. However, this one was much more narrow and had fewer latches....an evil grin appeared on his face as he put two and two together.
"Santa can't properly steer his reindeer without reins and bridle, right?" Asmodeous chuckled as he worked to untangle the device.
"Now you're thinking on the right track. Will you join me on this venture to properly disgrace the sanctity that is Christmas?" Asmodeous smirked as he leaned in closer to his face, just a few inches from making contact.
Bee closed the distance between them, though he instead moved to be a tease instead by kissing him on the cheek and hopping out of the bed to prance over to the bathroom with his clothes in tow.
"You better hurry up Santa, we've got a long journey ahead of us tonight. It's going to be a bumpy one, that's for sure,"
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 8:49 pm
"[Yo "Ho Ho" and a bottle of rum!]"
[Beelzebub]  Santa, that fat jolly man who delivered presents and demanded cookies as well as milk during his rounds.
"Ho Ho Ho, little Jimmy what do you want for Christmas?"
"Jimmy wants a bag of green and a bottle of tequila, Santa~"
"I want a train set!"
"That's lame as hell you innocent whore!"
The gluttonous male turned off the television and tossed the remote into the floor, clearly displeases with cheesy holiday movies. For the past five hours, the demon had holed himself up in his room watching movies and trying to find some sort of amusement out of this holiday. He liked the gift aspect and spending time with the one you cared about but this Santa guy? He was a load of bullshit. Sure, he wanted to get a gift from the so called far guy, and he did leave a note by his night stand that did read:
Dear fat man,
If you are real I hope you know my taste in liquor and if not i will hunt you down and demand something else. By the way I thought you needed to cut down on those cookies and milk for one night, so with that, I left you special brownies to help your night, if you know what I mean (;
, Beelzebub Gula
Laying in his bed, the male shut his eyes and eagerly awaited the results. Perhaps the fat man would come and if he didn't, that meant the brownies would be his for the morning and a pleasant treat at that. Though, as usual, the demon found it hard to get some sleep, it was no surprise. However, after a while, he heard his door open and a man in a red suit and a white beard came along in the room. With that, the demon kept his eyes closed and tried to pass it off as if he was asleep. He heard somewhere that one had to be asleep to receive gifts, was that not the case?
However, he heard the man make a grumble and something about "Really...? You have to be kidding me.." With that, the demon's eyes snapped open and automatically he pounced on the male dressed as Santa Claus--- in which sent them back onto the floor.
"Umf! Beelzebub, was that necessary!?"
"Hah! You know my name fat man!! I thought you were fake but you aren't! Now, where's my liquor that I hath demanded? Oh and where's your fat? Did you go on a diet?".
Clearly unamused and stunned, the male who posed as Santa spoke up with irritation seeping through his voice "I'm not Santa! Beelzebub, you should know this!". Bee stared at him for a whole, his hands still on his shoulders as he looked down on the elder man. Pulling the bears down he soon took notice that the male had been Mr. White, his boss. Most, in his case, would have retorted and excused themselves for their said behavior. Instead Bee cocked his head to the side and kept a serious expression "So where's my liquor?". A low groan left the man's lips and it looked as though he didn't want to answer him or even part with the liquor bottle at hand.
But he soon pulled out a liquor bottle from his potato sack, now handing it over to Bee--- who took the bottle gratefully. He pulled back and examined the bottle with pure excitement; Bee's face lit up once he caught the words "imported from Porto Rico". With Bee slightly distracted the elderly male went to push himself up from the floor only to be tackled into a forceful bug from Bee. Automatically, Mr. White pulled away and got to his feet "Merry Christmas and be sure to be in your office Monday, don't sleep on the job again..".
Beelzebub got to his feet as well and watched as the man went to exit the room only to stop him in his tracks "Say...wanna stick around and help me with this bottle?"
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