Kralia Kralia

My sweet innocence lies in tattered shreds, like the clothes on my back. Naughty boys and girls, come closer, it’s time to play. My Christmas cheer brings dread to the hearts of those who have earned my wrath. I relish in the screams of the guilty, music to my demonically-tinged ears. I was born on November 5th, 1524, the day terror took hold. Those who try to resist, well, they soon learn to scream… in agony.