Charon had spent hours putting up the decorations and numerous, large Christmas tree's were dotted throughout the mansions halls, she'd even put Christmas hats on all the suits of armour. Bizarrely, this was one time of the year she actually enjoyed, maybe due to the copious amounts of alcohol she had a tendency to consume.

There was a knock on the door, she looked at her watch, ten past two in the morning - who the hell knocked on doors at this time in the morning? She flew down the stairs and flung the door open and stood framed in the doorway with her hands on her hips.

An even bigger shadow was framed by the full moon behind him, she grinned and moved to one side as the figure ducked in through the door and as they walked through the hallway she half turned to talk to him.

"You don't usually knock, have you lost your key or something?"

There was an evil snicker as he grabbed her arm and turned her towards him, he pinned her up against the wall with his own body. She didn't seem at all bothered by this.

"What the hell is this all about?"

He snickered again, lowered his head and kissed her full on the lips, she could taste the blood from her own lips where his teeth had caught them, this just seemed to encourage him. She kissed him back and for what seemed like hours they remained up against the hallway wall and he finally broke the embrace and held out an envelope to her. She took it carefully in her hands with a small frown on her face.

"What's this?"

He grinned.

"Open it and see."

She tore the little envelope open and pulled out the card. She stared at it for some time before realising that he'd made it himself, it was a violent picture of himself wearing a santa hat ripping Gojinn's head off and tying a bow on it and handing it to her. She laughed, it was the best Christmas card anyone had ever given her.

"Do you like it?"

Charon nodded.

"Its brilliant. I'll put it up on the mantlepiece. Do you fancy a drink?"

He nodded.

"Not any of those dinky glasses you give to your friends, make mine a bucket, I don't even mind if you don't wash it out first, adds to the flavour."

She shook her head.

"I'm surprised you don't get poisoned."

He chuckled.

"I'm a demon, we can't be killed by those sort of means."

Many hours and many hundreds of wine bottles and beer casks later, they were both laying naked on the ballroom floor in a nest of real fur skins.