[ WP ] You retrieve your Secret Santa match . It 's Satan .

*Shop after shop I searched for the right present but nothing fitting was to be found. I mean I never liked to disappoint people and especially at Christmas time but this was so much more than that. What would the ramifications be for disappointing the most powerful of the fallen Angels, now Demon Lord of Hell, once the great tempter of Christ and now of Man? What if he punished me? What if he flew into a great rage and sent hell fire to wipe Humanity form the world?... But wait, I'm thinking about this all wrong. It's* **Secret** *Santa. He wo n't know who it's from. He'll never know. Oh shit, this is it, this is my moment to do something of real importance. This is my chance to actually make a difference in the world. I can finally punish him. Show him what it's like to pay for your sins... No, no. I'm thinking about this all wrong. You do n't stop violence with violence, you do n't cure hate with hate. I know what needs to be done... * 
 
 On Christmas morning Satan sat as his dark oak and white marble desk, wearing his fine three piece suit. He looked at the present on his desk. Every year Mr.Claus thought it fitting to make sure one Human got the Dark Lord for Secret Santa. Satan hated this little ritual but unfortunately at this time of year Santa's powers rose and Satan could n't prevent such things being done. The package was this, maybe only two inches thick and wrapped in cheery red and white paper covered in little reindeer. So not a bomb again this year he supposed and not another sacrificial offering either. Something new perhaps? He sighed, time to get it over and done. He carefully peeled the paper off and looked at the content. A slim slab of wood. It had been sanded smooth and stained white. Etched upon its surface and filled in with black ink was a simple inscription'We Forgive You'. Satan sat and stared a moment, he raised a brow `` What?'' He uttered and turned this piece of wood over and over, inspecting it from every angle. He shook it and tapped on it. Was that it? He put the thing down on his desk, staring at it. He scowled, shaking his head `` Of fuck this!'' Swiping at it and knocking it from his desk, it landed near a waste-paper basket. Satan stood, smoothed down his suit and walked out of his office to go about his daily business. The present meant nothing to him. 
 
 *... I know such a simple thing wo n't warm a heart so cold. I know it wo n't bring light to a soul so dark. Words have power though, those three certainly do and maybe, just maybe an idea or the feeling of an idea will take seed. Sometimes all you have to do to make someone come in from the cold is to open the door and step back. *
