Yuletide Angel: Who will be known as Krampus

Tale by the fire

"As most angels ,

Between the fourth and seventh days of the Creation, Who will be known as Krampus, was created.

Day is a big word.

Before the fifth, time was not created yet. Not as we understand it now.

As most angels, he didn't have a lot to do at first.

But, also like most angels, he didn't really care about purpose.

The first years of Life were simple, happy but didn't know what happiness was. Yet having to go through dreadful moments or painful feelings to know what it truly meant.

Angels and other immortals lived surrounding the new mortal creations. Seeing the difference among them and noticing in many ways the proof they were drafts for their design.

Soon the first death happened.

A few angels were elected to build a place for the souls, now detached from the living realms; the Below.

Light rose, set and fell many times as the place grew and who will be known as Krampus, found his Purpose.

He escorted the purest little souls to a quiet valley of forever play.

Building an evergrowing playground, only for the smallest souls.

And for a few thousand years he didn't care about the other lands of the Creation.

One day, it came to his attention that some souls didn't find peace in the afterlife in the Below. Bothering and hurting the others, bringing sins and wars. He built fences and gates to keep away the dark souls, but the valley was always under assault.

After complaints to the Leader of Below, the angels decided to split the land of Below in two.

Between the Pure.

And the Sinners.

A vast lake of forgiveness and hill of redemption were created to split the two lands.

And angels could help the lost ones find their way to the shore.

Who will be known as Krampus grew intrigued by the land of sinners. Not understanding how mortals could retain such an altered state without their flesh, in a place where there was nothing to gain and nothing to lose.

Most barely stained souls could walk over the forgiveness lake, most could swim with some effort.

They would walk uphill and eventually would be welcomed to the Land of the Pure.

He could not understand what darkened a soul so much, to the point they would drown, washed away to the shore everyday. Until they would stop trying and go back to fighting in the dark depth of the Sinners desert. Where nothing built everlasted, nothing seeded could grow.

Unable to be forgiven.

Unable to ever be washed of their sins.

Forever stained.

He flew to the living realm, as angels call it; the Middle Land.
Where all things birth, grow and die.

Looking for one of these stained souls, still living, with the intention, in a way, to cure them of their curse before they died.

He discovered what the World was now.

A world previously plentiful of fruits and livestock, bountiful of safety and comfort, and wonderful hidden gems, now divided by belief, color of skin, family heritage...

He discovered hoarders of riches, enslavers of people, leaders of wars, exploiter of the fragiles.

He cried upon what happened to the wholesome Mortalhood the Ones had created thousands of hundreds of generations ago.