"Every year children send letters to me with what they want for Christmas. And well, some of my letters ended up here, with you." "Wrong." "Wrong?" "Yes, wrong. They're my letters now." "I can't let you keep those." Nick saw his eyes quickly flash to black and then back to normal, "Let me?" A sinister grin spread across Lucifer's lips; fangs exposed. "And just how to you plan to get them back?" "I have a responsibility to these children." Nick reached for his staff and elongated it for the second time that day. "I'm not going to let you or anyone else get in the way of that." The grin faltered slightly. "You plan to fight me?" Santa lifted the glowing staff and pointed it at the Demon King's chest. "If I have to."
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