I do not own any Ben 10 characters, nor do I claim to. Happy tragic after holidays! Fictional characters share not only every one of my oddly specific and creepy personal masturbatory fetishes, but also my hilariously obvious abstinence education based religious views as well. I will arrogantly declare this all to be absolute canon anyway. Because...uh...assertions! Do not attempt to challenge my characterization under penalty of a severe tongue lashing based deviantART journal rant.

D'Void wandered aimlessly in his posh mansion slash citadel in the Null Void. A bunch of Null Guardians followed him around because they were his lovable pets, whom he loved with all the love he could ever love. LOVE! He's a good man. Not a tyrannical ruthless overlord. Who was formerly a crazed, psychopathic, socially maladjusted mad scientist who enjoyed harming other living beings like some idiots out there characterize him as. What obnoxious losers they are. They have obviously never watched a single episode of the Ben 10 franchise.

"Expository line of dialogue reiterating basic plot points and current story driven events, for the hundredth time," said D'Void. "Also, it's CHRISTMAS TIME!"

Before you could say War On Christmas, everything was properly decorated with stereotypical American respective holiday time decor. D'Void finished putting up the star on the tree. His Mary Sue babies were dressed like angels. One was dressed like the baby Jesus. They all sat inside the Nativity scene D'Void had placed outside the citadel.

"On the first Noel," D'Void sang while throwing tinsel about. He picked up a cup of egg nog. "I'm so glad I have my loving family of Null Guardians here on this festive Pagan-spawned holiday which I most certainly celebrate with the utmost devotion despite my canon status as being a fucked up amoral mad scientist and sometimes super powered tyrannical overlord," he said. "A lot of people who don't believe in anything commit suicide during this time of the year, that for whatever reason, we are able to decipher it is despite being in another fucking dimension with no real concept of space of time, or the exact way it works here. That's sad, isn't it?" He shoved a candy cane into his mouth. "I hope Santa can get into the Null Void to bring me lots of awesome presents and surely not the lump of coal I would be deserving!"

Well, of course Santa can make it into the Null Void. He's Santa. A Level 48 inter-dimensional space-time based specular entity. Duh!

D'Void set out milk and cookies and a slice of cake on a plate in the living room. He ran back upstairs and jumped into bed. He was wearing his feety pajamas.

During midnight, he got mischievous. He got up to check his tree.

"Help me! Somebody, help!" cried a voice.

D'Void giggled. He ran downstairs. "Ha, I fucking got you, SANTA!"

His Santa trap had worked brilliantly. Now the cheerful elf-demon was caught inside the trap, being snarled at by various sob-shrieking Null Guardians.

"Now you have to give me presents even though I'm a horrible person," he laughed. He wrung his hangs together in a mannerism characteristic of stereotypical evil.

"If I give you presents, will you release me? I have more planets to deliver Christmas cheer to! Even though some of them have never heard of this holiday," pleaded Santa.

"Maybe," said D'Void. He opened the trap and jumped into Santa's lap.

Santa sighed. "What do you want for Christmas...er...little boy?"

"I want the corpses of all my enemies including that punk, Ben Tennyson, and whoever the Wrench is," D'Void said cheerfully. He kicked his feet out excitedly. "That's what I want, Santa!"

"Murder? B-but...I can't bring myself to do that!" Santa cried.

"Oh, well then. Then stay in the trap until you starve to death, fat man!" D'Void yelled.

"No, please, I have a wife and ten thousand elves back home," Santa pleaded. He slumped his shoulders. "I...I'll do it." He rubbed his finger to the side of his nose. Sparkles flew out. A a huge box appeared out of thin air. It smelled like blood and feces. "There. It's...done," Santa said before breaking down and crying brokenly.

"Oh boy!" D'Void exclaimed. He ran to the present. He began ripping open the wrappings. He took off the lid. Inside were the corpses of all his enemies. "Yay, just what I wanted! This is the best Christmas ever!"

Santa sobbed hysterically. Because someone had to.

"Hey, you know your name scrambles into SATAN, right? That's not a coincidence, kids," said D'Void to the terrified fourth wall. He then stabbed the demon in the heart during a proper exorcism. "Keep CHRIST in CHRISTmas, you heathenish fuckers. I certainly do."

He saluted the American flag while Joy To The World played.

The End