A fun intro to the holidays commissioned by  Brown_Wolf !!
Icon art by the wonderful  redband.Jackalope

Krampus frowned as he appeared in the deeper shadows of the massive Christmas tree.  Shaking his head with a snarl, his huge horns snapping off branches and ornaments alike he stomped out into the soft snow covering the immaculately manicured grass.  His goat-like hooves left steaming prints in the fluffy white.

Snarling to himself, he glared up at the eyesore of a tree.  Too big, too gaudy.  He could tell that great love and care went into the growing of the tree itself, but everything else about it was an abomination.  A disgrace to his, no, their holiday.  

He looked up at the night time sky.  There was so much light pollution that he couldn’t even see the stars overhead.  He reached deep into a pocket inside of his red cloak.  The white fur lining was dirty and stained, the tarnished silver bells covering the leather harness he wore jingled softly.  Pulling out a yellowed scroll he saw that his old friend Nick hadn’t given him a list this year, not a single name.  All he had was an address.

His voice was a gravelly rumble as he read the scroll out loud, his long claws cutting into the fragile vellum.  “Emergency dispensation to use your full power.  Address:  Sixteen-hundred Pennsylvania Avenue Northwest, Washington, DC two-zero-five-zero-zero.”

The thick iron chains attached to his wrists by heavy manacles rattled far more menacingly than the light jingle of his bells.  Gritting his fangs, he turned towards the doomed building and took a deep breath.  Rot, disease, and chemicals flooded the air.  He did his best not to cough at the stench he was unprepared for, his nose wrinkling.  He longed for the chill, clean air at the North Pole.  He was about to turn away, thinking this was some kind of ridiculous prank by his oldest friend.

He froze in place.  That was when he sensed it.  His eyes locked on the building itself as he trembled in anticipation.

“Naughty…”

Selfishness, greed, ego, and downright evil positively exuded from the mansion before him.  He gave a wicked grin as he took a step closer.  He hadn’t felt a feast like this in many centuries.  Also, Nick had given him special dispensation to really cut loose and use his full power.

Throwing his arms wide, he opened himself up to the evil oozing from the palace of corruption, letting it flow into him, filling him with power.  He shrugged the red cloak off of his muscular shoulders, letting it flutter off in the wind, landing in the snow a few feet away.

He threw his powerful arms wide, taking a deep breath.  His chest inflated, straining the leather harness over his chest, silver bells jingling softly.  The heavily worn leather creaked and strained, about to burst when it slowly expanded, the sound of the bells becoming a little deeper.  He started striding through the snow towards the White House, his heavy chains slowly thickening and lengthening as they dragged along the ground behind him.

Every lengthening step through the snow, his hoof prints grew wider and deeper.  The snow went from steaming, to melting, to sizzling away at the touch of his hooves.  His already impressive muscles swelled and bulked up beneath his deep brown fur.  His horned head slowly rose higher, the mist of his breath hissed through his fangs, clinging to the ground and obscuring the yard before him.

He grinned, flashing wickedly sharp teeth as he grew.  Every breath inflated his barrel chest thicker and pumped more size onto his body.  The harness creaked and stretched, straining over his body before being forced to grow still larger by his unique dark magic.  The tone of the growing jingle bells begins to sound more like a broken bell tower as he soars upwards, his head rising into the sky.  The heavy manacles around his wrists creak and enlarge as the chains snake along the lawn, taking on a life of their own.

He turns away from the building that was his target for one moment as his form continues to enlarge.  Looming high in the night sky, he lifts his hoof and brings it down with a crash, shattering the offensive tree into a smoldering pile of splinters and ash.

Turning with a jerk, he lashed out with an arm towards the building with his chains.  Thick as the anchor chains for a battleship, they wrapped around the building, cracking the walls and snapping pillars.  He gripped the chains in his huge hands, flexing his massive biceps as he started to pull with all of his might.  The screams coming from within the building as the entire thing cracked and shook were music to his pointed ears.

He swelled larger still, the links of the chain almost seeming to inflate as they snaked farther around the building.  With another mighty pull and a sickening crunch the entire cursed building was yanked right out of the earth like a rotten tooth.  The chains released the building, dropping limp as it rocked madly at an angle on the broken remains of its substructures, rocking wildly from side to side.

Stretching and arching his back, the titan winces, his back popping with a thunderous boom.  He was ancient, older even than Nick and he could feel it in his bones sometimes.  Giving a growl, he rolled his thick neck to one side and then the other before cracking the knuckle on his ham-like fists.  He still had work to do.

Crouching down low on his haunches, he grins, savoring the fear and panic as much as he did the evil coming from within, causing him to grow even more.  Even bent down nearly double as he was, he towered over many of the well lit buildings nearby.

He reached down with a single clawed hand, plucking the entire building up from the ground and carelessly tossing it into his gigantic burlap sack.  Tossing the sack over his shoulder, grinning with the satisfaction of a job well done.

Turning away from the ragged hole in the earth where the White House used to stand, Krampus looked towards the night time sky.  This high into the air, his eyes were able to see the flickering light of the North Star.  Lifting his huge hooves, he began to follow the star home.  Nick was sure to get a big kick out of this.