So Cute! My Gosh!

Dear Satan

The harmonious sound of anguished wailing was disturbed with the sudden appearance of a figure shrouded in darkness that was as black as the hooded coat it was wearing.

A frown appeared on the face of the man who was seated on a scarlet throne. He sighed in annoyance.

"What is your problem Death," he asked without glancing in the direction of the newcomer.

"Greetings your pompous ass majesty. Your humble servant has come to deliver a special package to you," the figure, Death, proclaimed with sarcasm dripping from his words.

A withering glance was cast in his direction as the man turned to face him.

He smirked at the anger that he spotted.

The bulging veins in his forehead said it all. He wouldn't be surprised if the souls suddenly started scorching in a lake of blood than fire.

"It seems you never fail to test my patience young one," the man spat through gritted teeth.

"No Your Royal Highness. I would never dare to. It is my duty after all," he said cheekily in reply.

There was a lack of response and Death mentally did a dance.

One for Death. Zero for Devil.

"Just hurry so I can get back to my symphony," Satan ordered.

Death reached into his coat and withdrew a pink envelope, covered in an array of rainbow hearts.

Satan raised an eyebrow and wondered if this was Death at his usual antics again.

"Jesus! Who on earth made this? A damn fairy? There's so much glitter that I know I'm going to get a headache. What's up with hearts?"

Death only smirked while trying to withhold his laughter.

"I thought you said Jesus shouldn't be mentioned here yet you're calling him. Had a change of heart did ya? Oh dear… it can't be what I fear! Devil… are you a changed man?"

Satan glowered at Death not finding his theatrics funny in the least.

" I regret to say this but.. open it," Devil ordered.

Death bowed with a flourish of his hand.

"As you wish, Your Royal Pompous Arrogant Ass of Lowness," he said.

He cackled at his awesomeness.

For an angel of Death or rather THE angel of Death, he was quite childlike. Who ever thought the Grim Reaper could act in this manner.

"Dear….," he started but started to laugh uncontrollably.

"What?"

Satan could feel his impatience rise even more.

"Wait… this is too hilarious. Awww I feel so sorry for you Devil. Did you really think you would get a letter smattered in hearts? This is for Santa," he couldn't help but guffaw.

"It says here, Dear Santan… Satna… Satan," Death laughed as he saw how many tries the poor kid had taken to get down to Satan.

"Doesn't this kid have.. you know...Parents?"

Devil felt his mood sink.

Oh well, he knew it was too good to be true.

"Oh wait… it gets better," Death added.

Satan glared.

"Oh really? I couldn't possibly tell."

Even Death's sarcasm seemed to be rubbing off on him.

" I can't read this! I'll die from cuteness intake overload," he gushed.

"Yea! Go ahead and reap your own soul."

Death stuck out his tongue and walked up to show Devil the letter.

"Look! So cute! My gosh!"

Dear S̶a̶n̶t̶a̶n̶ S̶a̶t̶n̶a̶

Satan

I am w̶r̶i̶t̶i̶n̶ writign this lether to you in my bestest handwritign. I want Crismas presents. Many Many Many presents.

I have been a vewy good girl this year. Vewy vewy good. Mommy and Daddy won't buy me a bicicle but I realy want one.

Can you give me one for Crismas?

♥️ Ari

Satan read the letter while Death was peeking over his shoulder, eager to finish reading it.

He sighed loudly with a hand to his heart- or rather where his heart should've been- and had a faraway look in his eyes.

"Who ever thought such cuteness could exist?"

Devil stared blankly at him.

"Don't you think you're overreacting?"

Death gave him a you-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about look.

"How could i be overreacting? This is perfectly normal."

He puffed out his chest and stuck his nose into the air.

"Sometimes I feel like I have a kid on my hands…," Satan muttered with a helpless shake of his head.

Death stuck his tongue out which definitely proved Devil's point.

"I demand that you get her a gift! If you don't I'll…," he trailed off, trying to think of a reasonable threat.

"You'll what?"

Devil arched a brow and tapped his feet to an untimely beat.

Death racked his brain until his face lit up and he smirked evilly.

"I'll call Jesus," he sang, taunting Satan.

"Boo hoo! I'm so scared," he replied sarcastically.

"Pffttt… you know you are. Quit playing! We need to plan," Death laughed.

Devil sighed but relented. He got up from his throne and moved to walk out with Death before remembering the souls.

"Ah!"

The souls that had been observing them for all the time somehow snapped their blob like spirit thingies around at attention.

"Don't move a muscle! I'll be back later and this time we'll create a masterpiece," he ordered with a stern expression.

"Come on, Satan! Give the poor souls a break -pun intended, just so you know-. They don't even have muscles to start with," he cackled at his own joke, hardly being able to finish the sentence.

"That wasn't funny," Devil deadpanned.

"So you say…," Death sang disappearing in a flash.

After frowning after him, Devil too vanished into thin air.

Unlike the previous sound of anguished cries filling the room, now it was utterly silent.

A random soul broke the silence with a question.

"You think our Saviour has finally come?"

Another soul replied, " Not a chance bruh! We doomed foreva!"

••

10 am, Christmas Morning

"Ari, don't pour on so much syrup," Maika said to her daughter over the scraping of utensils on the enamel dishes.

Ari smiled sweetly and reluctantly put down the bottle of maple syrup. She picked up her knife and fork, of course, holding them in the wrong hands.

Her two ponytails were thrown behind her and her tongue peeked out from her lips as she attempted to cut the pancakes on her own.

She sighed helplessly after about 3 minutes of trying.

"Mommy ? Can you help me pwease?"

Maika chuckled and reached over for her daughter's plate to cut it for her. She had just started to do that when the doorbell rang.

Maika and her husband looked at each other unsure of who would be at their house on Christmas morning.

He got up from the table with a face full of puzzlement but walked to the door anyways.

Maika went back to cutting the pancakes before she heard her husband's voice ring out.

"Honey, come here for a minute," he called out to her.

She got up from the table and told Ari to wait there since she didn't know the situation at the door. Ari nodded obediently and fidgeted around in her chair. Maika looked back at her one last time before walking to the door.

"What's the-," she stopped short as she saw her husband staring down curiously at a large box wrapped in pink paper with a deep red bow on top.

She looked at him with a clear question on her face and he just shrugged. He had no clue what it was and what it meant.

Maika felt something on her leg and looked down only to see Ari looking up at her.

"Ari, didn't I tell you to stay in the dining room," she sighed.

Ari smiled her special smile that made her mother melt and peeked out from between her knees.

"Oh!"

"Santa answered my letter!"

She cried with excitement and clapped her hands.

Maika and her husband looked at each other warily. They were stuck between wondering who sent the package and how to explain to Ari that Santa wasn't actually real.

Suddenly the box burst open and a head full of slicked back hair bust into sight followed by a heavenly face and a body covered by a red and white onesie.

"Oh spare the poor munchkin! Let her live her childhood," he spoke, scolding the parents.

They stared blankly at the figure, finding themselves dumbfounded.

Before they were able to snap out of their stupor, Ari rushed from behind her mother and ran up to the strange man.

With a face full of curiosity, she tipped her head backwards to stare up at him.

"Who arw you?"

An uncontrollable little coo escapes from the man's mouth as he heard her adorable voice.

He composed himself and with a bright smile said, " I'm Death, otherwise known as the Grim Reaper, Angel of Death and Reaper of Sou….," he trailed off after seeing the expression of horror on Ari's parents' faces.

"I'm your Christmas present, the Most AWESOME Christmas present," he bragged.

"Sent by the less awesome Satan," he added in a mumble.

Ari looked up at him in awe while her parents stood horrified and frozen to their spots.

They almost facepalmed when they heard her voice again.

"Can I comb your hair?"

There goes all the training of not talking to strangers!