The cold

Santa Clause in his cloak of blood

On any other day Neil would've laughed, hell ,anyone would laugh if they woke up in an hospital bed and a person , Nerezza started ranting about how said person wasn't human and started talking about fairy tales being real like a delusional little kid. He did laugh too, at least till he caught his reflection in the mirror that Nerezza held in front of him and Nerezza morphed into a humanoid snake that somehow managed to be exotic. Neil blinked a few times realizing this wasn't Nerezza's idea of a Christmas joke. This was the real deal ,and Nerezza was a snake!  Neil did know weather to laugh or cry, it seemed his whole life was a lie, his bad father an evil fey who destroyed the lives of many, his mother some disabled version of a fey and to add icing on the cake he looked just weird. He paled, looking at Nerezza with panic in his eyes. "How will I ever go out in public with freaking wings on my back, oh god! I'm going to be stuck here for the rest of my miserable life, and  why the hell are my ears so pointed?How will I explain it to mama?"

Nerezza laughed, she couldn't help it , she was no saint , and the boys panic was more than a little amusing. From the boys appearance she figured the boy was a leprechaun, not the fake ridiculously short  human version with a beard , she had no idea where humans got that from, probably mistook a few dwarfs for fey .His features strayed slightly from your average leprechaun, the wings ,for one , leprechauns didn't have wings and they generally  weren't quite so feminine, she blamed the oddities on the stone. She sighed , Blood fey generally had a few features that set them apart from others of their race and they were different, far more powerful, the only reason that they weren't a race of their own was the distinct lack of general features. "I'll give you an amulet that would hide the wings for now and well , as for your mother, she already knows , the family that adopted her were after all fey. Now since you look all dandy, why don't we start testing your limits." Nerezza said , a very wicked smile on her face, her forked tongue tracing her black lips.

Neil stared at Nerezza in shock. It was Christmas, CHRISTMAS!!! Nerezza can't make him work or study or do anything on Christmas ,that was just not  fair. Hell, he was pretty sure there was something in the bible against that , a commandment maybe , something like "Thou shall not attempt to do anything productive on the day the big guy decided to grace earth with the presence of his son, sweet baby Jesus. " A eleventh commandment or something. Nerezza though, scowled at the mention of Christmas, "The only reason humans celebrate that  day impersonating that vile man , Santa Clause and dressing up in those ugly red clothes and wearing that annoying pointy hat is because of their ignorance, I hate Christmas!" she declared haughtily .

Nerezza sighed, her mind took her thousands of years back, a time before Christmas, a time when she was a wee little child, a time when her heart was full of light. Her parents were extremely loving people, they were quite powerful , her father working as the right aide of Lady Legasus, the fair ,the queen of the Seelie court. She remembered how , at that time , the beautiful Seelie court was choking in fear, how rumors about a rebellion lead by a few blood fey like Santa Morpheus Clause and Marger Maggie Dale Inn, bought chills to the heart of many. A rebellion lead by blood fey was no joke,  the gravity of the situation even weighing down the joy of even kids like  her. She even remembered a certain Voodas sneaking into their house to give insider information on the spirit revolution.

The tables turned at the death of Voodas , his body hanged on a tree in the market place for all too see, with his eyes messily scooped out, teeth missing, and his entire body bearing burn marks and slices from a thorny whip. It was a truly horrifying site, especially for a kid her age. she remembered how tensed her parents were for many nights to come. 

That night started ordinarily enough, with her playing with her stuffed reindeer Moose and her parents sitting by the stove talking. The normality of the night was pierced by the shrill wail of her mother, a banshee, signifying oncoming death.  A few minutes later her parents walked to her, a sad depth in their eyes. She remembered her mother hugging her that day, kissing her cheek, before gently carrying her to the storeroom and locking her inside.  She remembered hearing the loud thud of the door breaking open, she remembered looking through the key hole, quietly watching her parents getting killed , too scared to scream let alone think of getting help. She saw Santa getting up, his coat cloaked in her parent's blood ,laughing his customary "HO HO HO" from the thrill of the kill. She remembered him picking her stuffed reindeer Moose , naming him Rudolph, wiping some of the blood on Moose's nose and taking him along as a spoil. He was later killed of course  but the humans saw only a warped version of the truth.  They saw a rich fat man who donated handsomely to orphanages killed unjustly in a street brawl. They made a legend out of him,they made him a jovial figure that brought light to a kid's life, but Santa Morpheus Clause killed the kid in her. It irked her that he got to play hero after his death, when he instead deserved to rot in the deepest pits of Taroth, the  prison for the vile.

Neil stared at Nerezza shocked . He couldn't comprehend the fact that Santa Clause was evil. He was one of those kids that used to always get up extra early on Christmas eager for presents. He felt extremely bad for Nerezza, she was dealt some seriously crappy cards in life, it was a wonder she was as sane as she was. Hell, Rudolph the red nosed reindeer was a stuffed toy!

Greetings feykin!

The Santa here is obviously not the Santa we know....lol

I love Christmas, Nerezza hates it, the poor thing!

HO HO HO!!!