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A Murderer in the Cold

Uncountable eons ago, when men existed, yet knew no knowledge of other kins presence. Up there in the north, many villages were thriving. They had no worries, other than the occasional polar bears and snowstorms that suddenly appear amidst the cold, silent plains. These people called themselves, "Ig", all of them had thick body mass, they do not know the meaning of "fat" because all of them were. And they considered this normal. they were all fat, they all had white hairs . People of this village worshipped gods, Gods that are not known to anyone in our time. but in theirs, those gods were everything to them, they worshipped these gods, gave them gold, gave them food, and all that the gods asked for. These people were lucky because occasionally, at least ONE of their gods would strike down from the heavens and give charity to the weak, give honor to the strong, give blessings to the devoted and punishment to the sinned. All was good, for eons to come, no crime, no famine or any calamity that they were not prepared. But in one strange year, a child was born, the year was strange, because in this year, only this child was born. His mother died on giving birth to him, his father was a hunter, the best one among three villages. The newborn infant was named Kalaos.

Kalaos of Ig grew up with his father, he was trained in the ways of a hunter, he performed an excellent job. The boy was a loner, not having any friends amongst any of the village, claiming he despised children, even if they are the same age as him. Kalaos hated children so much, that when he and his father came back from a hunt, he would ignore any attention, sometimes aiming his sharpened spear or axe at those children that admired him. Kalaos grew up with this attitude. One day, his father died in trying to save a group of children from a pack of polar bears. When Kalaos heard of this, his hatred of children grew and grew.

Kalaos, now a teenager, watched the funeral rites of his father. People of Ig encase corpses in a sack and throw them out to the sea. Kalaos did not even cry, not even a tear was shed, but his anger was grew more each passing hour. and he suddenly disappeared, carrying along with him, his father's white fur coat, white pointed fur hat, axe, and spear. A few days later, Two children were found dead in their bedrooms, the death was too horrible to even be described. Their death was remorsed by many, but no investigation was made, assuming that a bear broke open the window and killed the children. Several days more, another set of children were murdered, each death more horrible than the other. Every villager was terrified. They sought out to find the help of other villages, but after a few weeks, even children of other villages were murdered, some remains of other children were found scattered around villages. They sought the help of Kalaos, whom they knew can discover and destroy whatever monster was killing the children. The chieftain of each village banded together in search of Kalaos. When they found him, at a hut near the sea. he wore a blood soaked coat, almost entirely red with blood, even his hat was soaked. The chieftains were horrified at this sight and knew that Kalaos was the one responsible for the death of dozens of children, They knew his method of murder, Kalaos would sneak down the chimney and do everything else from there. And so, every village sought out the help of their gods, specifically the Goddess of Eternal Punishment, Ayesin.

Ayesin was informed by the villagers of what Kalaos had become. And she immediately takes action, she commands the villagers to bring Kalaos unto her so that she may inflict torment. Kalaos was brought to Ayesin's altar, and he was punished, forever to do what he hated the most. Giving presents to children. His torment was eternal, Kalaos's body would move on its own and give presents to the children, not only in the nearby villages but all over the world. and he was also given the gift of eternal life.

For billions of eons this murderer from the coldstill roams the world until today, his body moving on its own whilst his mind is still fighting for control, he hated what his body led him to do every once a year, he hated how millions of people celebrated him every winter. People were blind, not knowing that the person they waited for was a murderer of children.

You can't deny that even you are cherishing Kalaos as a person of charity, You might even be one of those people who pray to him, telling him what you want and wishing he would give it to you. Everybody even mispronounces his name as Claus...