"Halls are filled with blood and organs fa la la la la la la la" I mutter, holding my blood soaked knife by the family who made it to the naughty list. I licked the blood off my beautiful knife and begin to eat. A joyous feast, squishy and gooey eyeballs. Raw sausage and the softness of hearts. "Don't be Naughty" I say pointing my knife to the main feast. "The naughtiest of all will have their head server on a dinner platter." Now sweetie, have you been naughty or nice?
