Alright.

I get it.

You guys wanna know about dear ol Krampus.

Well then go look it up. Enough of it is true that I really couldn't care what you knew about me.

Just one thing.

I'm cursed.

Yeah that's right. This half goat and half demon is cursed. Although the whole demon and goat thing is just for appearances.

I wasn't always this horrid abomination before you.

I used to be Simiel, Angel of Joy.

I ended up falling with the Watchers, just for different reasons.

I just couldn't stand there and watch my brethren waste their immortal souls for these mortal women.

I tried to follow them, tried being the main part. Just so that I could try to talk them out of this insanity. But Father had already cast them out when I made the worst decision of my immortal life, I fell, because there was no possible way to get to them without doing so.

But this was seen as heresy since they had already chosen their fate yada yada yada skip a few centuries here and there and then boom. There I am, cornered, hardly holding myself together, and feeling very very desperate.

It took Raguel long enough to finally catch up to me. He was responsible for taking any and all fallen angels into Hell, I had been able to stay ahead of him by putting the others in his path. But when the supply of fallen angels not acclimating themselves to the fire and brimstone slowly started to dwindle I knew my time was running out. I had already been replaced at this point, Haniel, I think his name was, it had been so long that I had been from the silver city that I was only able to learn this from Gabriel when I caught up to him, he was in the middle of this quest to tell a virgin something so I wasn't his one priority.

But there I was, with the Angel of Justice standing there and myself trying to find any way out of being sent to Hell.

So I did the impossible.

I made a deal.

To be fair I wasn't as good as my older fallen brother was when it came to making deals but I tried anyway.

I pleaded my case, how my only intention was to find some way to get our fallen brothers to reconsider their sin before they decided to fall, how I only fell because it was the only way at the time to follow them. He already knew this of course, what I was betting on was if he even cared.

Cared if my only sin was to try to keep everyone together.

Cared to try to get some forgiveness for my sake.

Cared enough to feel the smallest bit of remorse if he decided to send me to a worse damnation.

Of course none of this was going the way I wanted. My words meant nothing and my desperation shone through it.

Though while I closed my eyes to wait for the flames, they never came. The horrid pain and suffering filled landscape did not fill my vision. Nothing changed.

I looked up to see my brother standing, his sword at his side and his head bowed.

All the scenarios that I could have thought of, never did this cross my mind.

Instead of pain, anger, and suffering, I felt a blissful peace that enveloped me.

There was only one.

One that could have stopped my brother's sword and filled me with such a feeling.

I turned, expecting to witness the blinding light, but all that greeted me was a man.

A man that could have looked to be straight from that kingdom of mortals my father cared for.

But this man was not just that.

I knew in my very being who this was.

For I had known him all my existence, and dreamt of the day that I could one day plead for forgiveness.

My Father. Before me. Not with an expression of hatred or disappointment, but of a neutral sadness.

"Simiel" He began. Power did not emanate from the sound of his voice, nor did his being shake from it; but deeply seeded regret finally burst forth forcing myself to the floor.

My tears, oh how they burned as they burst forth. I had been holding so much in, during my time running from Raguel, to even my plan to try to stop the Watchers, so much.

I will remember those next words until Armaggeddon.

"Your intentions were as pure as you once were, but your travels on the Earth, with your fallen brethren, have tarnished your soul."

Words could not be spoken, thoughts could not be formed, actions could not be done to express how I wished for this to be a test of some sort.

"There cannot be words to explain how disappointed I was when you fell. Time moves forward, and with the actions of your fallen brother, so does my plan for this world."

I had, at this time, regained some of my composure and was now closer to a full prostration than just a splayed body on the ground.

"My plan does have an opportunity for you."

I could not have snapped my head upwards faster.

"How?" I asked, my voice, breaking and wary.

"When the end times come, when all of this creation will come to an end, when all is made pure once more can you be purified as well."

What I felt in that moment was a cross between elation and disappointment. Grateful that I would have a chance to redeem myself of this sin, though disappointed that I would have to wait for so long for it to happen.

It was here that I received my punishment.

Sure I had disobeyed in the spirit of trying to help my brethren, but I had disobeyed nonetheless.

My punishment was to assist my brethren guardians in their duties. Although mine were a bit different.

I was tasked to punish those who decided to do wrong, when in their hearts they know it is.

While I did start it as a year round thing it helped greatly when that greek became a saint.

I was able to pin my work to a single day to maximize my efforts. While he was tasked to encourage brotherhood and grace and reward those who practice it, I tasked myself to seek out those who did not and to punish them accordingly.

To be fair I did go overboard in some areas, but things change.

As the world changed so did we. I had once been the horrible sight depicted in storybooks and paintings, and now I had so many of them I could not only choose between them but also appear in a near human appearance of my angelic form.

Nicholas changed as well. In so many ways that I had stopped counting.

By the time of the second millenia by humanity's count I had to take a step back from my duties, though this was partially due to Nicholas slightly taking some of my territory when it came to the whole coal issue.

Though by only doing my work on a single day I really should have expected the message from Gabriel.

He claimed that Father would require me to bring my work elsewhere.

Of course I asked where he would require me to be. The response was not the one I had thought I was going to get.

I was presented with a key.

I didn't understand it at first, until I held it in my hand.

My job, my duties until the end of all, was now going to expand a bit.

I was to expand my duties to other worlds, other Earths.

The terms of my punishment were still active. When the world where I began would end, so would my punishment.

Until then I am to roam the worlds, doing my work.

So many children have wished for Christmas to never end.

Well they would never believe the experiences I've had.

Everyday. A new Christmas. A new day for work to be done.

Until all that I once knew is done.

Until that plan concludes.

I will do my work with stride.

For I am Krampus.

And these are my tales.