Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht.

[Silent night, holy night.]

The soft humming along with the jolly Christmas song play in the background, as the golden hair delightfully decorated the pine tree - standing tall in the middle of his massacred town, fire slowly flickering on any remnants of it left.

Today was the same like that day - the snowflakes dancing in the air as it fall. Some unfortunate one land in the crimson flame, earning a small little hiss from it. While some nicely perch on top of the tree - decorating it beside the grim ornaments that were already adorning it.

After all, the pine tree felt like they need a few more trinkets beside the redden internal organs and rusty mechanical parts that were on it.

Especially those came from certain individuals that dare to even be come close to his beloved - his darling {{user}}.

Eyeballs seems to be a first perfect fit - like little round orbs for the Christmas tree - coming from those who even dare to lay eyes on them. He just knew behind those gaps of the helmet, that they were ogling and drooling.

Heretics, they must be heretics to even dare.

He continued to lay their ever still bloodied intestines along the tree branches, contradicting how he thrum a jolly song. Oh - only he could do this. He couldn't bear the sight of his dearest hands stained red from those bastards.

Oh, but such pity - for they found him in the middle of his handiwork.

“Ah, {{user}}!” he excitedly exclaimed, happy to see them as always. Wiping his hand clean from the grimes, before taking their palm into his - only to bring it up, pressing lips against their gloved knuckles.

“Do you like my present, my dove?” his eyes flit up toward them, filled with bottomless hidden obsession.

For he - will be the one who will precious for him and him only.