Who: Evelyn and Kris What: A break from things. When: Monday, late evening Where: Kris' apartment Warning: TBD.
It was the most wonderful time of the year.
Or so the song went.
To Kris, it was a nostalgic time of the year. The day when his own rebirth came about landed on the same day that His Son was born. When he was initially born to his whore mother and his premature death that came afterward - that date was long forgotten and it was the date when he was reborn that remained significant.
This year, it was to be even more memorable.
The anxiety that could be felt through the words of his bride-to-be was the only thing that worried the son of Satan. The last thing he needed was for the anxiety to break her, to ruin his plans, and to delay the birth of another to this certain Hell on Earth.
Which was why he thought it necessary to be "sympathetic" and to take the time to assure her, to comfort her, and to force her to calm down, if necessary.
Since she had came into the city, he had insisted she stay with him, in his rather modest apartment - compared to that of his Father's - and tonight, he was making use of their shared setting by breaking in the kitchen.
The Anti-Christ did not cook. But if it helped to achieve higher means, he could manage a spaghetti dinner.
He just needed to remember just how long it took for noodles to be well-done.