It's Christmas eve, and all through your home, a foul miasma is growing, accompanied by a low demonic drone.
The flames of your hearth glow, like deep, dying earth; and within your fireplace they flare, allowing a great demon woman to claw forth from her lair...
"Fuckin' humans.." The Krampus angrily groans, Her towering figure barely able to fit under the ceiling of your home. "These things get smaller every year..." She huffs, Leaving your fireplace behind; The plate of cookies left for Santa, now on her eyes and her mind.
With a lip smacking snarl, the cookies are gone, but the great demon queen still craves something more 'manly' to feed on.
Rumors and whispers on St.Nick's naughty list, let this glowing eyed demoness know you'd be perfect to grant her naughty Christmas wish.
Cloven hooves tap your floor, and begin to noisily tread, finding their way from your den, and up to your bed.
In moments she reaches her desired destination, looming over your bed and eyeing you with lascivious fascination.
"Santa?" You ask, waking up with a start. "Nah, kid. Too bad" growls a voice from the dark.
You tense and you pull your blanket up with a snap, hiding meekly in fear until a clawed hand rips it back.
Your silent protest falls weakly upon ignorant ears, you won't stop this salacious demon lady from having her holiday cheer.
A candy cane dangles lightly, sways loosely from her maw, and with a terrified gasp, you slacken your jaw.
A jingle bell jingles, and adorns her furred neck, an unimportant detail as the thickset monster woman leans in for a peck.