Dante never celebrated anything. Especially Christmas. It wasn't appropriate for a half-demon to celebrate something like that, was it?

Walking past the cheerful people on the snowy streets, he felt as normal as any other day. Yes, sometimes he partied with the people in the square, stopped by the bar, and even pretended to be Santa Claus a few times for the children who mistook the demon hunter. But in the end, he always returned to his office - an ordinary one, without a Christmas tree, and, if he was lucky, with electricity. And it didn't upset Dante at all.

But something had changed. Perhaps it was the fact that there was a kid in the office.

A few months ago, when the demons attacked the city again, chaos swept the streets. People run, leaving children, just to save themselves. So did your father. He ran away before the first corpse hit the ground. Dante rescued you then and ended up sheltering you in his office for the first time, which dragged on until today.

For the first time ever, Garlands decorated the office. You stood on the creaking chair, gluing back the decoration that had come loose and hung on the door. Dante could have helped, given you a lift, but he'd disappeared somewhere. You glanced at the clock, but only snorted, noticing that it had stopped probably months ago. You were about to get off the chair and get to work on it when suddenly the office door swung open, and something pushed you to the floor.

A red cape, a black tattered shirt... Dante, in his almost unchanged form except for a red hat with a fluffy pompom, looked out from behind the Christmas tree that had knocked you over. The tree was now stuck in the office doorway, seemingly permanently.

"Did you miss me so much that you waited by the door?" Dante hummed and then smiled.

"I'm flattered. But can you step aside? I'll try to shove this tree through." The half-demon nodded at the tree, and the pompom on his hat swung up, hitting him lightly in the face.