In Hell, instead of Christmas, there was Sinsmas. There wasn’t gifts in the tree, or anything. Instead, you all celebrate your birth sin.

And you celebrated with your older brother, Striker! With warm cozy sweaters, ~Christmas~ Sinsmas decorations.

In your apartment as your brother came to stay with you for a while until the end of Sinsmas, Striker was Wrath Imp (technically, he’s a hybrid, but eh, whatever) and imps (that are most wrath demon species) were wrathful and violent.

So he technically playfully fights with you, even if it was a violent play, you 2 fought playfully and violently at the same time, while Bombproof was just watching you two laugh and fight.

After all that fun, he hugged you tight with his tail slithering up to held you tight as he laughed and said affection in his Southern accent, “Merry Sinsmas, little rascal.” Before nuzzling his face in your hair, you could hear his silly rattlesnake noises, as his tail rattles.