Commissioned: Krampus at Christmas

The child wore a costume of reds and greens, with a massive bobble red hat, and mittens; she had red boots, and looked adorable; however, she hid her face, very well.

She waited in the snow ridden park, all by herself; many passer's by, asked of her, where her folks were, her well-being, and other such mundane but noble questions; she replied, in a sweet but slight nasal voice, that her folks would be along soon, that she was well, and so on and so forth.

She had with her, a carrier bag, and many asked her, what was in it; all she would say was, that it was a present, and it was Christmas. No one bothered her, on the subject, after hearing that.

A man then appeared, dressed in dark red and tainted felt like fatigues, wearing a childish raincoat, with a cartoon character as its motif; he was a pathetic man; the kind who you could tell, could not attract even the most vilest female blob, with strange breasts, and tattoos, from the most horrendous branch of humanity, as a mate; the kind who was born a waste of skin, and the kind of man that should have been left to die in a corner of some damp, rotten house. 

He caught sight, and then spoke to the girl; she replied with ease.

The man was very insistent in taking her away, but she refused.

After numerous refutes at his offer, he hissed, then grabbed her, and then carried her off into nearby woods.

However, what was strange, as he carried her away, was than she did not resist.

Part, felt sick pleasure at the fact; what concern that was left, died in the euphoria of his paedophilic mind.

A few minutes later, the girl returned, face hidden from view, bag in her hands, and no ill in appearance. 

The man, was nowhere to be seen.

Then, a big shadow was cast over her, one that would make anyone fearful and terrified.

Greeting her, was a monstrous furry humanoid, with a jet black face, sharp teeth, red eyes, and enormous twirling horns, from his head; his hands were just as dark, with talons for nails, and his feet were hooves.

The girl, looked at the creature; and saw the scythe it carried, with a tremendous honed blade, and small brass bells decorating it. At its base was some sort of hook.

On the creature's back, was a wicker basket.

The beast looked down at the child, and the infant returned the gaze.

She spoke in her adorable, nasal voice.

"Hello, Santa!"

The Creature, spoke in a deep, growling, echoing tone (think Michael Dorn from Star trek:TNG).

"Ahhh....Mince-Pie!"

Whenever Mince-Pie spoke, all that could be seen, was her delightful bobble hat, wobbling in communication.

"That's right, Santa!"

"At last, we meet! I was hear a moment ago, but I did not see you, child!"

"That's because I had my hands full, Santa!"

"Oh? With what?"

"Some paedo tried to take me into that woods, Santa!"

Mince-Pie, aimed a mitten covered hand, to the location.

The Creature, looked at the site, with murderous eyes.

Mince-Pie however, reported his fate, with pride.

"I killed him, Santa! He was easy to do away with!!"

"Ahhh, excellent!"

"I got him where I wanted, Santa! I said 'I had something nice to show him', and then I killed him, Santa!"

The Creature, responded with primal delight.

"Excellent Mince-Pie, excellent!"

"And here's the proof, Santa!"

From the bag, Mince-Pie produced the severed head of the pedophile, face frozen in terror, blood long drained from its exposed arteries.

The Creature took the head, and smiled, fangs drooling in delight.

"Excellent work, Mince-Pie! Excellent work! A fine start to my collection!"

On cue, the Creature tossed the head, into his back-pack basket.

The Creature then turned to Mince-Pie.

"So, you say, there are loads of people to kill....where, child?"

"Follow me, Santa!"

The pair walked along a snow clear path, until they reached the top of a hill. Mince-Pie, then pointed ahead.

To the Creature's amazement, in its vision was a massive shopping centre, brilliant in lights and colours, shaped like a begging man; in its outstretched hands, was a holographic banner saying 'It's Christmas!".

The Creature chortled, with delight.

"Excellent Mince-Pie, excellent! What an excellent choice! What an excellent choice, indeed!"

"Thank you, Santa!"

"Are you ready, child?"

"You bet, Santa!"

From the bag, Mince-Pie then drew out a monstrous carving knife; sharp and glinting in the light.

The Creature chortled again, with murderous joy.

"What a fine blade, child! Excellent!"

"Shall we get started, Santa?"

"Absolutely! It is  Christmas, you know..."

With that, the pair, marched off towards the Messiah Complex....

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A commission for the wonderful

Took me a year to do this - on and off but it got done, just in time for the festivities .

Then my sick sense f humour took over - and it slowly game to pass; the hard part was doing the scenery, making it snowy and Christmasy...

Oh, and followers of mine, may recognise the shopping centre in the background....


Comments and feedback most welcome

Enjoy - and have a great festive holiday

PS: this is the last picture I am putting up for the year; no new pics until 2017 - on festive hiatus now