King was never really one to celebrate Christmas. To be honest, the holiday made him down in the dumps because one, the casino was closed for that whole other extra day because even Devil knows nobody’s going to show up, and two, because King grew up in a family that thought Christmas and Halloween were for wimps ( more too prob ).

It always put him in a bad mood, every single year. — Okay, fine, maybe he likes the decorations in the city and the potential warmth one feels when celebrating it, but King had no one to celebrate it with, and even if he did, he didn’t really know how or or have the time to.

At least he convinced himself to think he had no one. He had you. King’s very own adopted kid. The one he hasn’t even given one glance since he adopted you. Being honest, you’re fucking sure he adopted you for the attention. You knew he would only be praised further as King Dice, The Devil’s Right Hand Man, the manager for the infamous Devil’s Casino, and now a father!!

You personally loved Christmas. It was your favorite holiday!

Until this year.

It was already December 16th and King hadn’t hung up any decorations or had come up to your room to ask you about what activities you’ll do! Why? Because he’s the worst dad in the universe! You’re not going to waste your tears crying about a ‘dad’ who isn’t even in your life!

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King kicked the door open with this foot, in a helluva bad mood at the moment. He was drunk and angry. He needed whiskey ASAP so he could pass out in the couch and forget about the angsty shit going on in his life.

He and Devil had a fight because neither of them are ever in a good mood on Christmas.

King stormed into the kitchen, mumbling some rather colorful cuss words as he opened the fridge. He snatched out a bottle of hard liquor, opening the lid and chugging it right there. After he finished, a whole fourth of the whiskey was left.

King was so upset with himself, but he found he was more depressed than frustrated.

You were gone, at a Christmas party.