Chapter Eighteen: He is a Werewolf, and he is after Santa Claus. From the world where he came from, he is the hero. But in this realm where humans thrive, his kind is merely a product of the pigment of their imagination, only a consequence of the metaphysical effects of the Big Bing Theory. And he can never accept that. It is too degrading.

 No. Not when Santa Claus' cowardice brought him here, and called it home. And not even the slightest chance of allowing these humans to reduce him into a ghost of their imagination. He is as real as everyone else, and not merely a myth of the dreaded contents of folklore and traditions.

In the Fantasy world, they are the strongest kind; they are the heroes and the virtuous, and those who are responsible for their liberation from slavery. During that time, where danger was lurking as an intimate lover, they fought well and hard. They tried defeating their colonizers whose lies have kept them in a dark place, the masters who are trying to save their own necks from a surest way of self-destruction.

While he wasn't sure that he will see angels in this world, he was almost very certain that Santa Claus settled here for this important consideration. And while his false humility have accepted his fate as a mere pigment of the humankind's imagination, he can never deny the fact that inside his veins, the blood of the werewolf holds his whole substance as a pigment of a creative imagination in someone's anatomy where the neurotransmitters practically do all the work.

Santa Claus is, in essence, hiding. The lunar cycle has reached the point where he becomes unfit to work as a transformed werewolf where not a single Elf knew of his most curious condition, no one to gloat about from a glance of one of his misfortunes. So, every month, he needed to schedule a monthly vacation leave from the Christmas Corporation. 

Nicholas wasn't his name, and he is not a human. He was a humanoid from where they come from, a colonizer within the colony. He is simply generous, and that very fact makes him a higher kind than humans. Humanity is greedy, ungrateful, and full of hate. It is only a matter of destiny that they are suffering while busy existing, and that in the middle of chaos, there they stand needing salvation.

Yes. The werewolves have grown with a certain form of resetment towards humanity. They do not deserve this kind of treatment, especially generosity, and the special protection of the toys and gifts.

He is here to finish what Santa Claus has started. He is choosing diplomacy to stop him from doing these things to all the complainers and haters. He may sound bitter to some observers, but he is too tired to actually care anymore. The duel must proceed in order for the handshake chant to work its magic.

Santa Claus does not belong in this cruel world.

[Chapter Title: Werewolf]

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