Drew McLean has had a run of bad luck and it’s dampened his Christmas spirit. But the last thing he expects to find for the holiday is a demon. While strolling in the late-night snow, Drew hears screeching tires and a sad scene is awaits him around the corner. A man kneels beside a dog hit by a car, distraught and broken. The man is Artem, a demon sent to find a pure soul. Drew matches that description to a T. The problem is Artem’s never really been good at the demon gig. Will a little Christmas magic help them both find what they’re looking for?

Old Christmas Magic

The initial fear he felt in seeing the fires burning in Artem’s eyes dwindled, subsiding with each passing second. He took in the sorry state of Artem, watching as feathers black as coal drifted to the snowy ground, and recalled the sorrow, the sheer anguish Artem displayed over the fate of the Lab. It was enough to ease his fears, to settle his racing pulse.


One of the feathers landed nearby and he bent to retrieve it. Touching it made everything more tangible, solidified that this wasn’t some twisted dream. It also subtly burned his fingers, kind of like touching a bowl of soup without giving it a chance to cool first.


“What? Aren’t you running away? Where is your fright?”


Chapter 6