Lucifer: The Bloody Christmas Arc

December 12, 1999, It was a cold, foggy evening in Doshiqi Town.

The streets were alive with the hum of winter preparations. The silver light of a full moon bathed the town in a tranquil glow, reflecting off the frosty streets. Everyone seemed eagerly anticipating the arrival of the Winter. But in the midst of this festive air, three burglars moved toward a quiet house on the edge of town. The burglars approached a window on the ground floor, carrying a lock pick—they avoided the door deliberately, knowing it might draw unnecessary attention from the streets. And their faces are common in the street loots. 

 'Careful' one of them whispered as the lock pick guy worked on the window. 'Don't rush. The couple won't be back until midnight. We have time' they planned to this rob the couple long time ago, just waiting for the golden opportunity. 'once we're done here, I'm getting the fuck out of this town. I'm not staying anywhere near this place.' With practiced hands, the window finally gave way, opening silently.

One by one, they stepped inside. The house was massive, it was more likely a castle. no sign of life , its silence pierced only by the faint creak of their footsteps. Just as they stepped further in, suddenly a suspicious sound broke the quietness. 'Did you hear that?' the third man whispered his voice tight with unease. The second man dismissed it with a 'Relax' he pulled out a sharp knife which is used to skin the dead animals. He was professional butcher. 'I've got a knife' He ensured their safely. 'If someone's here, I'll slit their throat, so just grab what's valuable and leave.' And the unpleasant sound beaks the silence again. They wondered if they had a child or caretaker in their house. One of them wished it is a woman. 'so we can have some fun.' The third man rolled his eyes with a dead stare. 'There's no one lives here but the guy and his wife here. and both of them aren't home, So Focus. Let's get the goods and get the fuck out of here.' 'Look at this' one whispered, He picked up a golf club adorned with gold accents. 'Fuckers must be loaded with money' He bet. 'No shit'. Couples are both doctor and pharmacist no wonder they got a rich background. The buglers keeps exploring the house quietly, stealing things and expensive items. They were looking for cash but only things they could find was some jewelry. And expensive cloths. 'Check that door.' the boss ordered. 'You two keep an eye on things down here. I'm heading upstairs.' He took his sharp blade and went upstairs.The intruder moved swiftly through the rooms and he was pretty amused. rummaging through drawers and cabinets. His flashlight's beam landed on stacks of cash and valuables, which he hastily stuffed into a bag. The room seemed like a treasure trove, with medals, trophies, jewelries and expensive artifacts neatly displayed on shelves. Grabbing few items for himself, he began pocketing them.But then for a moment he froze. A faint sound reached his ears from behind. His pulse quickened as he swung his flashlight in the direction of the noise. Nothing. The room stood still, silent. everything untouched. But the unease didn't leave him. Gripping his knife tightly, looking for sound trace, finding no sign of life. Even though he wasn't drunk, he wondered if it was his illusion.

'I'm not imagining things? Am I?' He tried to shake off the fear, resuming his task with shaky hands; he wished he was drunk so he could endure his fear, but now things were a little scary for him. Faster and faster, he grabbed the cash-loaded bag, but the oppressive silence bore down on him. Suddenly, from behind, something stirred. He tried to not look behind.

But without his realization. A long leather raincoat swayed gently, hanging from a long rack, its hem almost brushing the floor. But it wasn't just an ordinary coat. From beneath it, a figure, slowly lifting its head. The figure, shrouded in darkness, stepped forward, lowering itself from a small table it had perched on. The leather-clad stranger now stood upright, towering over the intruder.The burglar froze, his breath caught in his throat as the figure reached for an axe. The burglar thought he was imagining things, but still he wondered if someone was behind him. He turned, but its blade glinted menacingly in the dim light.

Before the intruder could react—The figure surged forward, swinging the axe with terrifying precision. The blade of the axe tore into his face to jaw, cutting and crushing through the skull. Dragging and cleaving through bone and sinew, tore the chest, splitting his torso in a gruesome display. And the pressure of the dragging axe was so immense. When it hit his leg, it went flying off. Detached from his body. Imagine the unbearable torment of a goat having its skin peeled off slowly while still alive— the sheer pain would force it to scream in agony. But what he feels... what he endures... is far worse than that. A suffering so intense that even the tortured cries of that poor creature would pale in comparison. And with it...comes an inevitable, instant death.

The scream that escaped his lips was short-lived as his body collapsed. Downstairs, the other two burglars heard the commotion. Alarmed, they grabbed their weapons—a machete and a dagger—and bolted upstairs. As they climbed, the axe-wielding figure appeared suddenly, hurtling down at them with frightening speed. The blade found its mark, embedding itself into the skull of one of the men. He crumpled instantly, his lifeless body collapsing on the staircase. The remaining burglar screamed for help, his voice filled with terror, but the figure moved swiftly. Grabbing him by the throat, it squeezed with a monstrous strength, silencing him before he could utter another sound.In the dead of night, beneath a moonlit sky, the town lay silent, shrouded in a heavy stillness. The only sounds were the soft rustle of the wind, which caused the windows to rattle faintly.

The clock struck 2:29 AM as the young couple returned home, unlocking the door and stepping inside. They were at the wife's parents place for a birthday party. The husband, carrying a few bags, spoke tiredly to his wife as they entered. 'I couldn't buy anything for her mother. I'll make sure to get something next time.'— But while the lovebirds were having their sweet talks. The wife lays her eyes on the dripping blood on the stairs. And before she could respond to her husband. She screamed. Her body froze in place, her face pale with visible fear. Startled, the husband turned toward her. 'What happened?' he asked anxiously, his eyes following her gaze. What he saw made his body numb. The blood polished the furniture; the living room was in disarray, with drawers left open and belongings scattered across the floor. The window had been forced open, and the cold night air seeped into the room. But the most horrifying sight was the dark red trail of blood dripping from the second floor, seeping through the cracks of the ceiling and pooling onto the floor carpet below. They realized their house was being robbed. At the time, The wife, trembling, grabbed her phone immediately and called the police. Meanwhile, the husband, driven by a mix of fear and determination, reached for a baseball bat from a nearby storage bin. He put those bags and stuff on the floor.'Stay here. I'll go check upstairs,' he instructed with a shaky voice. As he ascended the staircase, his eyes followed the blood trail on the stairs to the room. It smeared across the floor, leading to their bedroom. Someone was dragged all the way to the bedroom. With each step he took, his heart pounded louder in his chest. It could burst out any minute. Finally, he reached the door and pushed it open slowly—he peeked from the little space between the door.And the sight inside made him scream in horror, his voice echoing through the house. His wife, hearing the agonized cry, ran upstairs despite her fear. The husband puked at the sight. It was so horrifying. Her wife runs like crazy.'Honey!' She rushed upstairs. 'What happened? Are you okay?' She called out as she rushed toward him. She saw he was clearly terrified by something he just inspected, something not very pleasant. She turned toward the bedroom, and when she entered the room, She froze in her place, and the phone slipped from her hand. Her mouth was filled with disgust as she took a glare at the grisly scene. The couple stood there, paralyzed, as their legs began to shake uncontrollably. The wife's trembling voice barely managed to speak; she picked up the phone and said,"Someone has been killed..." to the officers.The officer on the other side replied calmly, "Ma'am, please stay on the line. We are sending help." The couple remained silent, the silence of the house now broken by their shallow, panicked breaths. The police arrived, their sirens cutting through the quiet night as they approached the house. Upon entering and witnessing the horrifying scene, even the officers, hardened by years of experience, faltered for a moment. They quickly escorted the shaken couple outside for safety and sealed off the premises to preserve the crime scene. Neighbors began to gather nearby, murmuring amongst themselves as fear and curiosity spread through the small town. The flashing lights of the police cars cast eerie shadows on the faces of the growing crowd. Soon after, a forensic team and an investigative unit were summoned. Among them was the lead investigator, Mr. Kenzo, a man known for his sharp mind and unshakable composure. As he stepped into the house, he was greeted by the unsettling stillness of the crime scene.Kenzo methodically climbed the stairs to the second floor, his shoes echoing softly against the blood-streaked floorboards. Reaching the bedroom, he paused before entering. His sharp gaze scanned the room as he took steps forward—bodies were dragged approximately 15-20 meters—until he reached a large window.

Outside, illuminated faintly by the moonlight, stood a tall, conical tree resembling a Christmas tree. What made the scene grotesquely macabre, however, were the three lifeless bodies hanging from the branches. Their forms swayed slightly in the cold night breeze, their skin marred by countless wounds and injuries. The sight was enough to make even the forensic team pause in horror.Kenzo's eyes then shifted to the window beside him, where a chilling message had been scrawled in large, crimson letters:"Merry Christmas."His breath hitched as realization dawned on him. He turned to the team, his voice calm yet shaking. 'Mr. Santa did this, no doubt,' he murmured under his breath. Addressing the team with authority, he instructed, 'Get those bodies down immediately. This is no random crime. This murder is done by Santa Claus. There is no doubt, one of the forensic workers said with annoyance. 'How did he kill these people? And didn't anyone notice them breaking inside the house?'Kenzo believed Mr. Santa was a smart, calculative killer, so he must have seen through this, and probably he was ready from the very beginning, predicting everything possible. He is a straight-up monster. Kenzo's eyes looked down and slowly closed while imagining the scenario of the crime scene. But the only thing he could see was a person who had an unpleasant smile on his face, as if he was mocking them, mocking him.

"The Bloody Christmas Killer."