If you are reading this anywhere that isn't Wattpad, STOP, this is stolen content and you may be at risk of a malware attack.
This is a 4 part story. The stories starts from the past on how the elves were treated (warning does involve abuse) and th...
Up in the mountains, in an icy cave, a dead, frozen Christmas tree and broken ornaments hung around the cave walls and floor. A male figure with long horns, a dirty red coat, and a tangled grey beard sat in a ripped armchair with a grim and hateful face. Puffs of frozen air pass through his grey lips as he stares at the wall in front of him. He remembers the girl that stopped him almost four hundred years ago. The seven-year-old protected those enslaved elves that he owned.
Krampus.
That is what she called him. Krampus is an evil version of a jolly Santa. After calling him that, many stories spread about a dangerous version of Santa, punishing the naughty children in the world. Krampus curled his lips in hostility, remembering how she protected that one elf. The head elf, Bernard Evergreen. That older elf took the blame for everything when Krampus was their master. The Christmas Devil jumped out of the armchair with a growl. That elf was trouble. Krampus's long claws dug into the wall, imagining it as that elf. His claws raked against the wall with a loud screech as he continued digging against the wall with his sharp finger nails.
The girl hasn't returned since she shot an arrow at him. The power that radiated off her sent him spiraling to the northern mountains, and that one man that helped her took his job. Krampus began thinking about how that girl instantly disappeared after he ended up in the wintery mountains—trapped and his magic taken for nearly four hundred years. The only magic he did possess was the snow globe.
The demonic Santa growled and marched out of the cave into the snow, "That slave," He hissed, "that girl! I will get my vengeance on them!" Krampus screamed. The demonic Santa punched the side of the cave wall and took deep breaths. Then, he remembered what the head elf cried out before saving the girl from him-only her first name.
"Alfina..." Krampus snarled. He shook the snow off his shoulders and stomped back inside the cave. Next to the armchair is a lamp table with a dark-colored snow globe. It was glowing a dark-blue hue, and black snow fell inside. Snatching the snowglobe off the table, Krampus shook it, staring hard at what it showed inside.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
His black magic made the black snow shift in the globe, showing an image of browns, golds, and purples. The picture came clear to Krampus and exposed a substantial building and a bright, gold room. Multiple figures were skipping around as they held toys, tools, and materials. Finally, one figure caught Krampus' attention.
"There you are, you piece of crap." He chuckled darkly. Krampus watched Bernard through the snow globe, "I will return, and you can't stop me." Krampus instantly frowns as a young, human girl appears next to the head elf. Krampus shouts in anger, "How is she here!?" The image of the young girl was the one and only- "Alfina!" Krampus gritted his sharp teeth, and his claws scraped against his palms as he felt a burning sensation in his chest. Krampus slams the snow globe down on the table, glares at it, and wishes his glare could burn them both.
Krampus began thinking about how Alfina could be at the North Pole. She has no power to travel to the North Pole; no, someone brought her there, but who? The Christmas Devil perked up as a thought crossed his mind. A legendary figure brought her there to protect those pathetic elves.
