Santa moved through the mansion like a crimson ghost. He wasn't the jolly fat man from the soda commercials tonight. He was a warrior. When a mercenary cornered him in the kitchen, Santa didn't reach for magic dust—he shoved the man’s head into a deep fryer and finished him off with a meat tenderizer.
"Merry Christmas," Santa spat, wiping grease from his beard. Noche sin paz (2022)
With a roar, Santa swung a heavy sock filled with pool balls, shattering Scrooge’s defense. The fight was a blur of tinsel and violence, ending with Scrooge being hauled up the chimney by a magic tinsel noose, the soot and heat claiming him just as the reindeer touched down on the roof. Santa moved through the mansion like a crimson ghost
The wind howled across the sprawling Lightstone estate, but inside, the air was thick with a different kind of chill: the cold, calculated greed of a family that hated each other almost as much as the mercenaries currently holding them hostage. When a mercenary cornered him in the kitchen,
Santa looked up, his eyes glowing with an ancient, magical hearth-light. "I'm not a myth, kid. I'm the consequence."
As Scrooge’s lead enforcer burst into the room, he found not a terrified child, but a floor covered in micro-machines and a tripwire rigged to a heavy bowling ball. It was Home Alone played for keeps, and as the mercenary tumbled backward, Santa was there to meet him.
Above him, "Mr. Scrooge" and his team of professional killers were methodically dismantling the house, looking for a three-hundred-million-dollar payday. They thought they were the baddest things under the moon. They thought they were prepared for everything.