A Very Merry Christmas

[7twistedwishes]

So, there is some new Xmas Decorative Set against a wall; lounging upon the divan, there is a Devil, dressed in a very elegant Mrs. Claus costume, sipping hot chocolate very daintly.

Oh, come on, you know you want to ask...



[[ Millitimed Slowtimed Until New Year's ]]

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[vyvyan]

"You look sexy." Vyvyan comments.

He's still wearing his Transport for London work jumper, which is the only clothing he has with sleeves, and is attempting to spit roast a turkey over the fire.

[7twistedwishes]

"I was aiming for 'elegant seductive', but I guess 'sexy' is inevitable when you are the embodiment of Sin." The Devil smiled to Vyv, offering him a mug of hot chocolate.

Why yes, she took it out of nowhere. "How have you been, dear?"

[vyvyan]

"Cheers." Vyvyan accepts the hot chocolate. "I got a job! How about you and the kids?"

[7twistedwishes]

"They are growing up fast, and learning to use their special gifts as well" The Devil smiled, nodding. "Soon, they will be taking over the world. Or driving it crazy."

"A job, doing what?"

[vyvyan]

"Be good to see them some time." Vyvyan says, mindful that he hasn't paid any form of child support recently. He digs in his pocket and pulls out a fiver and passes it to her.

"Get 'em something for Christmas? I've not got much, sorry. I'm working for the London Underground. I tell people to piss off and yell at them over the tannoy."

[7twistedwishes]

She accepted the money, smiling. "Well, I will, and I will spoil them too. Even more than I already do."

"It sounds like a good job for you, dear" she reached for the stack of wrapped gifts close by and offered him one. "For you, from me" and then a second, third and fourth "and these from the children."

[vyvyan]

"Oh, cheers babe." Vyvyan says, grinning a little softer than usual.

"Do you want some turkey?"

He opens them: a bottle of vodka, some water balloons, a giant bar of chocolate, a make your own rocket set... good haul!

[7twistedwishes]

"White meat, please, no skin" she nodded. "have to watch my figure, and not succumb completely to Gluttony, even if it's the season, right?"

"...I must be getting old... listen to me talking against indulging recklessly."

[vyvyan]

Vyv finds her a bit on the edge that isn't too raw or burnt, and cuts it off with a big knife before continuing to spit roast the rest.

"Sorry I haven't got any proper presents for you. How old are the kids now?"

[7twistedwishes]

"Seven years, six months as of today" she ate her cut of turkey with the best manners, even if she was using her bare hand. "I named them Aaron, Benjamin, and Gabriel."

She mused an instant, then grinned, pulling out of her cleavage a folding portrait holder: the boys have his hair, and his smile (or smirk, or grin) and his eyes, but overall they were more good looking like her. And they were perfectly identical. "It will update itself every six months. You have no idea what it took to make they sit still long enough."

The portraits are labeled at the bottom, and apparently, she also named all three Vyvian Drakon.

[vyvyan]

Vyvyan looks at the picture with a little grin, before tucking it in his inside pocket.

"Cheers. I can imagine. I don't have any pictures of me as a kid."

[7twistedwishes]

"I guess you could imagine, yes" she laughed softly, licking and suckling her fingers clean. "Would you like some help with the turkey? This piece was good, some others might not be."

[vyvyan]

"Yeah, I think the middle might still be frozen."

[7twistedwishes]

She nodded, getting up from her seat and slipping on an apron she tied around her back... pulling out of nowhere a large kitchen knife. Artfully, The Devil would slice open the carcass, somehow making it remain spitted, but now exposing the interior parts to the heat of the fire. "Step one."

Next, she sprinkled seasonings into the exposed birdflesh, pulling things out of nowhere and putting them away nowhere. A nicer scent started wafting around. "Step two."

[vyvyan]

"Never had you down as domestically minded." Vyvyan says, though with appreciation.

[7twistedwishes]

"OH, why not?" she winked to Vyv. "Gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins, and gluttony is especially enjoyable with tasty food..."

"...and drink. I have to remind myself to keep mulled wine around."

[vyvyan]

"That sounds good." Vyvyan says. "Been a while since we had a good meal."

[7twistedwishes]

"I eat only to indulge: one of the benefits of being a Fallen Angel, I still don't need food for sustenance." But speaking of mulled wine, well, a wave of hand and she was preparing some for anyone who might still drop by.

[vyvyan]

"Lucky you, don't have to eat Neil's cooking."

[7twistedwishes]

"Lucky me. But if his cooking is truly dreadful, I could hire him to cook punishments for Gluttons in hell, perhaps" she winked to Vyv, giving him a peck as she moved past. "People always have some kind of... useful skill."

[vyvyan]

"He won't get a job because he leads an 'alternative lifestyle'." Vyvyan says. "Lazy bastard."

[7twistedwishes]

"A dreadful cook, but with the wrong kind of sin to be a competent worker" she mused that, shaking head then smiling. "Things are never perfect, are they?"

"No matter, his fate will come in due time."

[vyvyan]

"Yeah, he'll have to go home to his parents."

[anewhero]

As if on que, the human terminator walked in. "Heh, didn't expect you to be here of all people."

So the she devil was here.
"Happy holidays I suppose? "

[7twistedwishes]

"Happy Holidays, darling. Anything special you want to ask from Satan Claus?" She was all bright smiling and teasing eyes, patting the seat beside herself as an invitation.

[anewhero]

..... Marcus sat down, scooting closer. "So, you know everything about me, right? From prison to people killed I suppose... " " I suppose I could relate to being called a devil for being a terminator so to speak. Call it " sympathy for the devil" so to speak. Whatever.

[7twistedwishes]

"You seem like someone in need of something special" she mused, reaching for a wrapped gift box and offering it. "Here, for you."

The box was wrapped in deep blue, with a golden decorative bow.

[anewhero]

[Marcus opens the box and it has a picture of his girlfriend, Blair, the kids he watches over and a strange note from John Connor himself wrapped with dog tags with his name on it.]

The terminator man blinked and looked up, surprised. "Damn, all this for me?!"

[7twistedwishes]

That made her laugh and shake head. "It's Christmas, honey... what did you expect? It's the time to be generous and make people happy."

"It's always amusing that people invariably assume I'll do something bad...

[anewhero]

Marcus nods " ok ok, it's Christmas, I'll ease up today."

"Wasn't sure what to give you but... "

Inside the black box and white ribbon is a terminator head on a necklace.

[7twistedwishes]

"Only today?" she raised a brow, half-smirked and accepted the gift; when she saw what it was, it caused a full smile. "Oh, this is rather interesting... dare I ask, why?"

Why he gave it, of course.

[leaderoftheresistance]

"I'm not usually soft, I mean.".

Marcus was explaining. "This is something I dug up from my world, a dead terminator skull. Usually a symbol of the resistance in my world.

[7twistedwishes]

"A trophy. A symbol of the triumph of Creator over Creation" she nodded, smiling. "It will look lovely on the mantelpiece in my office..."

"Thank you, dear. Would you like some mulled wine?"