"Stupid little girl…" Pepito muttered to himself.

The Anti-Christ was sitting in his small messy room, pretty annoyed with everybody right now. His father wasn't pleased of the incident that happened today, he never saw his father so angry before. Not only was he suspended from school but he also grounded for three whole months, all because of that stupid girl!

Pepito groaned as plopped himself on his bed, he was so bored. There was nothing to do at the moment but to play with his old abandoned toys in his room. His newer ones he left in the living room, but his father said he couldn't leave his room so that was a problem.

The little boy slipped off his bed and went into his toy chest. He scrimmaged around until his eyes were caught on a particular item. Pepito picked up the object and examined it closely, he hasn't seen this in years!

He remember like it was yesterday when he played with this when he was a toddler. The object was just a simple, crystal red ball filled entirely of abandoned souls. Pepito remembered when he was first given the ball…..

*flashback*

Little Pepito was running around the room on Christmas morning, his excitement was contained horribly as his sleepy annoyed father walked down the stairs.

"DADDY!" Pepito squeaked as he ran up to his father, bouncing like a maniac.

"WHAT do you WANT BOY?!" Senior Diablo groaned, he was very tired considering what time it actually was.

"IT'S CHRISTMAS DADDY! SANTA CAME SANTA CAME SAN-"

Little Pepito was bouncing wildly on the couch, his velvet footed pajamas were a complete blur while he bounced.

Senor Diablo held his face in one of his hands, "You do know that Santa isn't real…right?"

Pepito stopped mid-air and stared at his father wide eyed, "What?"

His father had made it down the entire stair case and stood by the side of the couch, "You heard me, Santa isn't real. He's a myth that mortals believe in. I'm the one who bought you all of these presents!"

Pepito slowly made it down on the couch, he couldn't believe what he had heard. His favorite holiday of the year was just a huge fake, tears and sniffles began to show on the little boy's face.

Senor Diablo sighed and looked up the ceiling, he couldn't believe he told such a thing to his own son. But, it was the truth and he should of have known that. Senor Diablo walked over to the Christmas tree and picked up a hand wrapped present, shaped like a sphere.

"Here son, I hope you'll forgive me for saying that." He handed Pepito the present and watched him open it.

Senor Diablo watched as his son's eyes widened as he held the red ball. The souls circling inside the ball were new, screams of help were heard from the ball.

"OH PAPA IT'S AMAZING!" Pepito screamed, he dropped the crystal ball on the couch and hugged his father.

The tall man cringed as his son cradled his waist, he wasn't use to all of this new affection. He slowly pushed his son off and onto the couch, making sure he wasn't hurting him.

Little Pepito was stunned at his father's actions, but was later forgiven and headed toward the Christmas tree to open the rest of this presents.

*flashback ends*

For the rest of his toddler years Pepito always had the ball where ever he went. He wondered what made him forget about it.

Pepito gasped and turned around to find his father standing outside of his bedroom door.

"Pepito it's time to go to bed." His father said sternly.

The Anti-Christ looked down at the messy tan carpet of his bedroom and nodded. When he finally had the courage to look up again his father had always made his way down the rest of the hallway. Pepito sighed and went to his dresser to put on his black and blue footed pajamas.

As the little boy crawled into bed, he grabbed the red crystal ball and cradled it as he laid in bed. The ball was dimly glowing red and the souls were muttering their vows as they dodged the other souls.

As Pepito slowly drifted into dreamland, more January snow began to fall outside of his bedroom window.