Everyone in Death city knew Medusa to be quite the scrooge. But one thing was for sure, she hated the holidays worst of all. She hated how everyone was so happy and giving, she hated how it snowed and all the children played, and she hated, worst of all, how Crona wanted to spend time with his friends. They would have a big party every year, and Crona would always ask Medusa if he could go. It was Christmas eve, and their house had no decorations, no tree, and no presents. Medusa was trying to get a fire going in the fireplace to warm the house up when her son walked up to her.

"Uh...um...L-Lady Medusa?"

"*sigh* what is it child, I'm very busy."

"Um...you see um...M-Maka invited me to uh...a...p-party."

Medusa stoped for a moment, then stood up to look down at him with an unimpressed look on her face.

"A party? There are still many things that need to be done, and you want to go to a party?"

"W-well...it's christmas."

"I DON'T CARE WHAT DAY IT IS!" she screamed. "YOU MARCH YOUR SKINNY BEHIND OUTSIDE AND START SHOVELING SNOW THIS INSTANT!"

"Y-Yes lady Medusa!" Crona said hurrying outside in the cold with out so much as a scarf."

"Hmph. I sure showed him. Damn...out of matches. I'll have to go into the stupid town to get some."

Medusa put on some boots and a scarf, and headed outside.

"I want all that snow off my lawn by the time I get back."

"Yes Lady Medusa!"

Medusa began walking into town. While she always hated going into town, she especially hated going into town during the festive time. The people were so happy and jolly it sickened her.

"Ma'am, could you spare some change for the homeless?" asked a man dressed as santa for charity.

"Beat it chump. Those rotten urchins don't deserve any of my money..."

Medusa kept walking toward the general store, when she was stopped again. This time by a man with a screw in his head, wearing a scarf and coat that was stitched together.

"Hello Medusa. Merry Christmas."

"Ugh, tell me about it."

"Doing anything special for the holidays?" he asked.

"Aside from dragging myself into town to buy matches for a fire, no, I'm not doing anything at all."

"Hmm you don't say? Well, if you're not doing anything, then you wouldn't mind coming over to my place for dinner, would you? We'll have a little feast, nothing too fancy. Come on, it'll be nice. Crona can come along too."

"I'll stop you right there professor. There's no way I'm coming over anywhere near your place, got it? I have enough troubles already."

"Aww come on, it'll be fun."

"I said NO! Alright? Geez..." Medusa said walking away. She hated how Stein asked her that every year. Eventually, she reached the general store and walked inside.

"Hello ma'am. What can I help you with?"

"Matches. And fast."

"You got it."

Medusa tapped her foot impatiently as the shop keeper came back with the matches. He ringed her up, and Medusa paid for them. She then began to quickly walk out.

"Happy holidays ma'am!"

"Oh bite me."

She then began to walk back all the way to her house across town. When she finally got there, she discovered much to her annoyance that Crona wasn't even a quarter way finished.

"Crona..."

"Uh Lady Medusa! I'm s-sorry...I t-tried to finish before you got b-back, but it got so c-c-cold..."

"I don't want to hear your pitiful excuses! You will stay all night out here until that lawn if shoveled clean, you understand me?"

"Yes Lady Medusa!"

"Fine..." she said walking back inside. She went over to the fireplace, lit a match, and threw it on the logs. She sighed from her stressful day, and just sat by the fire, alone. She stared at the flames, which grew.

"Meduuuusaaaa..."

She thought she was just hearing things. Maybe the cold got to her.

"Meduuuuuuuusaaaaaaa..."

"No, I definitely heard that. Who's in here? Crona is that you?"

"Meduuuuuuusaaaaaaaa..."

"Okay, whoever this is, you do realize you broke into the house of Medusa Gorgon, and I'm not so forgiving."

"Yippeeeee!" exclaimed a tall, slender being as he leaped out of the fire and on to the floor, dusting himself off.

"What the!? You're...you're...Asura! The source of all madness! The Kishin himself! What are you doing here?"

"Meduuuuuusaaaa...Gorgon, it has come to the attention of many that you're not nice to anyone, even your own son."

"Oh come now Asura, you were never one to be nice, you were the source of all evil and madness! You struck fear into people's hearts!"

"NOO!" He yelled. "I should have been the source of all kindness, charity, and compassion! I should have struck happiness into people's hearts! That's the real reason I have these skin scarves."

"Your scarves?"

"They represent my evil ways, they are as long as many years of being terrible to everyone I've met."

"I know that you're just a dream. The cold got to me, I'm stressed out, and that's why I'm delusional."

"Poppy cock!" Asura said pushing her down. "Do you really doubt your senses? Look, Iv'e come to tell you that tonight, you'll be visited by three spirits, which will show you the error of your ways."

"Error? Please, there's nothing wrong with me."

Asura grabbed Medusa with his scarves and leaned her over the fire.

"Well, we'll just have to see that for ourselves, now won't we?" Asura said with a devilish grin.

"Hey let me go you psycho!" Medusa said trying to struggle. Asura tossed her to the other side of the room.

"The first spirit should be here by midnight tonight, so stick around...hee hee hee!" He cackled leaping back into the fire. Medusa sighed, wondering if she was going insane. She would just have to wait and see until midnight. She crept over to the fire, and sat down, but soon her eyes got heavy, and she felt drowsy...