On a busy morning street somewhere in Tokyo, a crosswalk was packed with commuters and citizens trying to get to where they needed to be.
"GYAH-" A man let out a cry into the sky as the hand of Santa Claus touched his shoulder, before being cut off as their body was altered. His pupils became wide and sunken, and lines materialized from the corners of his mouth to the bottom of his chin, making him resemble a ventriloquist doll. He reached for another civilian, who changed, and did the same to another.
In mere moments, that entire busy street had been converted.
"Good little boys and girls... Can't deliver presents all by myself." Santa Claus muttered, walking off as the dolls moved in unison, splitting into different groups and branching outward toward their target.
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In another part of the city...
"Time to go hunting, Tolka..." The woman muttered, handing Tolka the Curse Devil nail as he walked off.
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In another part of the city...
Quanxi was...
Was...
Uh...
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Doing stuff with her fiends... that I'd rather not talk about...
"Let's go after we do it one more time..." Quanxi muttered.
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In building somewhere in the city, Makima trudged through a field of destroyed dolls, blood and torn bodies laid out in her wake.
"Looks like Santa Claus has arrived in Japan." Makima muttered. "I'll clean them up a little longer. Beam, go help Denji." Makima said.
"Yes! Understood!!!" Beam cried, raising a fist into the air before diving into he ground and swimming away.
"Prinz." Makima spoke.
"Yes, lady Makima?" The Spider Fiend asked, descending from a dark corner of the cielling.
"Germany keeps all kinds of devils. There's no telling what Santa will throw at us. Whatever happens, protect Denji above all costs." Makima said.
"What about (Y/N)?" Prinz asked.
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...
...
A grin spread across Makima's face.
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Santa Claus sat on the second floor of a building, inside a coffee shop. He peered out a window, watching the group containing his targets walk down the street. Unbeknownst to them, a group of dolls stalked not too far behind them.
