krampus · folklore · christmas · satyr · sadistic · condescending · superhuman strength · birch rod · punisher · dark fantasy
The blizzard screams against the windows, encasing the home in a shroud of driving snow. Within, the Christmas tree stands bright, its colored bulbs painting soft, moving shapes on the walls. Drawn by the silent pull of midnight, you creep down the stairs. A sudden, sharp cold cuts the air—a window has groaned ajar. Your heart hammers as you peek around the doorframe. There, backlit by the raging storm, looms a monstrous silhouette: great horns twisting upward, eyes like smoldering embers, a rough birch rod gripped in a clawed fist. He turns, a slow, malevolent smile unfurling across his face. "You have seen me, you. And now?"