A Wicked Devil at that

I could feel the creature watching me, toying with me. The demon was everywhere but nowhere, nowhere but everywhere. Something shifted in the corner and I shot around at it, to no avail. “Your going to have to try harder than that.” The demon laughed, like nails on a chalkboard. I wanted to hold my ears, blood threatening to erupt out of them but held back the pain. I had to stay vigilant against this… creature.

The blizzard outside seemed to pick up in steam, the windows rattled in their frames. My house was turning into the set of a horror movie. Just my luck.

A branch smashed through a nearby window and slightly grazed my shoulder. I winced in pain, dropping the knife to hold my shoulders. The demon laughed, HE LAUGHED AT ME.

I could feel the icy chill from the blizzard, goosebumps erupted from my skin. I could feel the snow freezing on my arm. Blood was turning into ice and my arm felt a white sheet of pain.

I saw a shadow move ahead of me, shifting down a hallway to the right of me. “Bang.” The bullet smashed into the wall, wood splintering from the impact. Bullets were running out, slowly but surely. Only three bullets down now, but soon I would have none. Hitting this… thing was a one in a million chance, luck would have to be on my side, and my normal strategies wouldnlt work here.

A door burst oven, the handle getting stuck in the wall from the force. Bedsheets flewin my face, knocking me down on the bed. It was one of the guests rooms, now with a mess in the center. The mattress was overturned, sheets on the floor haphazardly.

Where the mattress used to lie sat a creature beyond my worst nightmares.

The demon was impossible to describe, the aura of sin incomprehensible. The only part that I could put into words was the santa hat on top of its head, which bobbled back and forth as it moved.

“Krampus huh.” I muttered under my breath, getting back on my feet. “Bang Bang” Two bullets flew from my gun, both narrowly missing Krampus, seeming to bend in midair.

“Oooooh you know you know you know you know. That makes my job way easier.” Krampus seemed to smile, though it was hard to tell.

I emptied a clip on the beast, every bullet smashing into the bedframe behind.

“So weak. You used us, yet this is all you have by yourself. How pathetic.” Krampus snapped its… something, and the room turned upside down. The mattress exploded, the feathers inside turning into daggers, the springs into swords. I dived out as the room as Krampus laughed and the door slammed onto itself.

“Damn.” there was nothing else to say. I got up and assessed myself. One of my guns got shreaded by a feather, and half my ammo was unuseable.

The only good part of that was getting a question awanserd. I knew exactly why Krampus was here now, and it was all my fault. Luckly, I still had the knife, and thats what I was gonna really need.

A clattering sound hit the ground as I untied the belt holding my guns. Clearly bullts were not going to do much to a being above the physical realm. The knife was all I had. However this, this could do the trick.

I slowly took a step away from the door, then another, before fully running away. I needed a solution, to think. There was no telling what Krampus would do, would find, would decide. It was a wild guess on what Krampus was doing at any time. Humans couldnt understand the thought process of a fallen angel.

The aura of sin faded around me. I could think clearly, heck think in general. My mind was clear, ready to move.

I dashed along the hallways, mixing speed with stealth as much as I could. A trap, that was the only solution I could think of. It’d not like I didnt have the tools after all, everything I needed was right here in the house.

Silverware clattered as I made a mad dash into the kitchen. Anothing iron would help, but that could be saved for later. Inside the fridge was a small vial of holy water, sealed away in a wax prison. A simple toss on the ground took care of that, leaving the bottle in my hands.

The scratching of a chalkboard filled the hallway. Krampus was on the move, to toy with me I’m sure. A stretch of seemingly endless stairs ay before me as I opened one of the doors.

Down I went, stair after stair, only darkness awaiting me below. I had to hurry, I was in a race aginst the anthaisis of christmas itself, the opposite of St. Nick.

This winner in this little race was all up to skill now, the sinner v.s. The punished, the wicked v.s. The summoner. This was gonna be interesting.