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Santa continued trying to gauge the little girl’s level of shock. It broke his heart to see her in such pain. “Would you like to come with me?”
                  Instead of answering Lucy threw her arms around the fat man and hugged him tight. There was no way even Santa could take away her pain but his main ability was to bring joy. The hug was enough to break the girls shock and allow her tears to flow.
                  Time stopped.
                  Not metaphorically either. Much like locks and latches—the forward flow of time was Santa’s to command. All around them the snow, the wind, and the world itself froze in place so that he could give little Lucy all the time she needed to cry. They stood there for a heartbeat… they stood there for an eternity.
     

Chapter 8
     
     
    The Heritage Compound
     
                  Before this night Chucky and Davey ruled the country. Not actually but they were part of the global elite. They were members of the group of ultra rich and powerful who’d attempted to use the virus to control the human race. To them, regular Americans were simply tools to be used and assets to be exploited.
                  Now they were being punished.
                  “Cry for me!” Krampus called out gleefully bringing the lash down.
                  Long the secret counterbalance to the altruistic nature of his brother, Santa Krampus, relished his job as much as Santa loved his own. Davey and Chucky were both bent over the ornate dining room table in their compound, pants around their ankles. The table, an ancient thing, was worth more than the homes of most Americans.
                  “Stop, please stop!” Davey cried as the lash came down on his bare buttocks.
                  Chucky just wailed incoherently.
                  “Why would I stop?” Krampus asked bringing the lash down again. “Not since Adolph, have I enjoyed dishing out punishment this much. The two of you are so very naughty!”
                  Standing over seven feet tall and with a demonic visage, Krampus was the embodiment of the word punishment. As the centuries ebbed and flowed his services were needed in varying degrees but tonight, with the catastrophe these two men and their cohorts had unleashed on the human race, he was blessed with more than he could handle.
                  “Now tell me how this all happened, tell me your sins!” Krampus ordered bringing the lash down again.
                  It was Chucky who spoke first and when he was done Krampus was left in a conundrum. He punished not because he hated but because he loved. His job was to be the hand of justice and he reveled in it, but now he needed to change tactics. Tonight he needed to be the hero.
                  “You two stay here,” he said snapping his fingers. Chains appeared from thin air and bound them to the table. “I have to see a fat man about a mission and then I’ll be back to play.”
                  Krampus disappeared from the compound with a loud popping noise. He left only the smell of brimstone in his wake.
     

Chapter 9
     
     
    The North Pole
     
                  “I don’t care how many of them there are you can’t let them into that school” Donner said into the radio. “Five hundred children are counting on you Hermy.”
                  “Yes sir,” the elf on the other end of the radio replied. “We’ll do all we can, if those things want these kids they’ll have to go through us.”
                  “They’re doing their best Donner,” Mrs. Claus said from behind the haggard looking reindeer. “You need to cut them a little slack.”
                  “I know Martha, but with so much of the human government fallen, our people are the only chance the children have,” he said sounding