The Forgiver

Prologue

-Present Day-

Ah,

So, you're probably facing the screen, thinking to yourself..

Why is this Santa so violent?

Oh, kiddo. This Santa, the only Santa may I say, is not a violent being.

Simply,

I must say my life has gone downhill from the moment I've met these liars. These liars I've forgiven every year.

I am tired of forgiving.

This life of mine has become such a damn force of nature. My immortality is the one pain in my life in which I cannot make to go away.

Yes. Yes. I know. Immortality? St. Nicholas was not immortal!

But, kiddo. He is immortal. He is one of the most important immortals here.

Yes. Yes. I know. Who else is immortal?

Now, kiddo. I know what you may be thinking, but the year is 2094, there have been two more immortals added to the list of one. Which is me.

Now. Am I young? Old?

Neither.

I have no age except for the fact I know I was born several centuries after Christianity evolved. Do people not teach my kiddos valuable history anymore?

Now. Yes. I know. It's been close to two thousand years.

So, obviously I would normally say something along the lines of, "Ho, Ho, HO!"

But, today. Today I will change.

No longer will I take the millions of lies. No longer will I take fakes of me having my kiddos sit on their laps.

Some may think I am being an old irrelevance to the world.

A waste of immortality.

But, well I think I am the one who solves this issue.

If I keep forgiving, hell will completely break loose.

But if I take an issue seriously, to teach kiddos a lesson, perhaps I am to be presented by God, the gift of mortality.

I wish to not exist, you know?

I wish to stop being hit with lies, every year.

Every year that goes by, it turns to the worst.

Kiddos lying to me like this, thinking I do not see a thing of anything!

Well...

2094. This year will be the end.

This year, immortality will be given to those who want it.

After I die, scientists will uncover it. They will know what to do.

The Forgiver will be no more. No more forgiving.

No more Christmas, where kiddos wake up every morning, awaiting gifts. No more advertisements on the Big Board at each government building, showing commercials from stores, saying what gifts are on sale.

No. Never again.

All those who lie, will be punished.

Punished with immortality.

Struggling until the end of time. There is no end of time.

Dr. Victor Frankenstein will help me with that.

Installing immortality, the one gift I have never given, restored, copied, and forged into those who lie.

I will do no more forgiving.

That Santa is long gone.

As to Victor. Well, he's also long gone, but he wants to tell you something, first.