Nikolaos The Man Of Dreams ...and The Legend Of Santa Claus. Armando Lazzari
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he invoked its name, the demon turned holding up two clay tablets engraved with arcane symbols.
"So you have recognized me, my little servant..."
The leprechaun looked at him with hatred and repugnance.
"How could I forget who made me what I am now?"
"You were a foolish drunkard and cheat. I gave you the opportunity to be something more, but I see that you have failed miserably... Listen to me, I will be magnanimous and I will give you one more chance: as you see I am currently busy eliminating that puppet you brought along and I can't move, but you can. Take the souls of those three children and throw them into the black vortex so as to send them directly to Hell and do what pleases my Lord. If you do that, I will forget your ineptitude and promote you to general! You will be the servant commander of my servants!"
On the face of Pétros appeared a seduced smile of those who savour power.
"And will I have food and wine in abundance?"
"Wine and food to make your belly explode!"
"And will my orders be uncontested?"
"You will have to obey only me, your supreme master!"
"It's a truly captivating offer..."
He approached the demon with nonchalance, more and more thoughtful.
"Where are the keys to the cage?" asked the goblin.
The being gave him a satisfied smile.
"I knew I wasn't wrong about you! They are attached to my belt, take them quickly!" he exhorted him.
Nicholas, still engaged in the struggle, was at the end of his strength. Even though he hadn't heard, he realized that something was wrong and that the imp was about to make an irreparable gesture, and he cried out with all his energy.
"Pétros! What are you doing? Save those poor boys!"
The Krampus, after having grabbed the keys from the demon's waist, opened the door of the cage, took the terrified boys and led them to the portal among Pelznickel's glances of satisfaction.
"Well done...well done, my slave..."
The Bishop, distraught with pain, watched the scene helplessly.
"No, for God's sake, don't do it!" he implored.
Pétros, having arrived in front of the abyss, gave a strong push to the boys, but not toward the black hole, but far away from it, causing them to end up in the deep, soft snow.
"Quickly! Run!" he cried out to him when he saw them coming back unharmed.
The demon, having realized what had happened, screamed angrily.
"What have you done, you fool!"
To complete the work, the goblin took the two tablets out of the demon's hands and threw them into the portal, which sucked them dry. In a few moments the two Golems shattered into a thousand pieces, falling inert on themselves and finally giving the man the chance to catch his breath.
The boys, recognizing the face of their Bishop, rushed to him in search of help. As soon as he saw them, he hugged them tightly and wrapped them with his cloak to protect them.
Pelznickel, blinded by fury, took on the demonic form of an enormous cuttlefish and with his tentacles he firmly grabbed Pétros, who had tricked him.
"Damn you traitor! You have condemned yourself to the worst of ends, you will suffer the torments of Hell for all eternity!"
"I will be no longer a slave to anyone, better dead than a servant!"
The tentacles lifted him up into the air with the intention of throwing him into the black hole.
Nicholas decided first of all to bring the boys to safety, he held them tight and closed his eyes and disappeared with them.
When he opened them again, he found himself in his bed with the three boys who, although stunned, were safe and finally conscious.
The parents burst into tears of joy as they saw their healthy children again and began to bless incessantly the Bishop who had brought them back among them.
"Feed the children, I still have a score to settle."
Lying down again, he focused, his eyes revolved once again and his mind was once again in the world of dreams. When he appeared there he was right in front of the demon while he was still holding Pétros in his coils. Without thinking twice, he stabbed the monster's stomach, pushing the crosier as deeply as possible. The demon cried out in excruciating pain, releasing his grip. Pétros thus found himself plunging into the void in the direction of the infernal abyss, heading towards a terrible destiny. But just when he saw himself doomed, he felt himself grasped and dragged away from danger: Nicholas had managed to catch him literally on the fly and get him to safety. The rescue action, however, gave the wounded demon time to escape.
The two of them rested in the snow and looked at each other in silence for a few moments.
"Thank you for coming back to save me...boss."
"Well, boss, it's already better, and in any case I would never have abandoned a friend..."
They laughed and helped each other get back on their feet.
"So, when are you thinking of finally getting us out of here?"
Nicholas turned thoughtfully towards the beasts.
"In a moment...I was thinking about these splendid animals...they look like fallow deer, but they have something different...they are decidedly larger, and the colour of their coat is different: thicker and without spots, apart from the strange lightning-shaped mark on their foreheads...they give me the idea that they don't belong to this world, or at least not entirely...they too seem to have been kidnapped and brought here against their will.
"You're right, some of them are undoubtedly females, but they still have horns! And now that you make me think about it, the beings encountered so far all had something diabolical and in any case anomalous about them, while they seem to be tame".
Observing carefully, they noticed that a big chain was sprouting from the snow that held them prisoner.
"This confirms our hypothesis..." Pétros said, lifting it up.
"You know what I'm saying to you? That they deserve their freedom too!" Nicholas said.
In a short time they managed to break the chains by releasing them.
"I don't know where you are going, my friends, but surely any place will be better than this..." Nicholas said goodbye to her.
The beasts, almost as if they understood the words, gave a puff of response and, after giving them a glance of deep recognition, took to gallop and magically flew!
The sight of the animals running free and happy in the air left the two of them amazed.
"Unbelievable! Who knows to which race they belonged".
"I don't know, but from the thick fur I'd say that they were Northern animals. Flying deer...that's what I really missed!"
When they were found in the real world, Pétros perceived a strange sensation of dizziness, and, touching his head, he realized that something had changed.
"But...but...but...my horns! I no longer have horns?"
Nicholas watched him attentively, muttering his thoughts.
"In principle you're right, but in reality you're left with a couple of reddish bumps that aren't very nice to look at...I hope they disappear...in the meantime I suggest you use a nice headgear.
The peasants, still celebrating the happy success of the enterprise, wanted to pay back in some way, offering their saviors every kind of food good: cold cuts, cheese, wheat and a green pointed hat, which in the heat had been unintentionally stacked among the gifts. The Bishop, when he saw it, hurried to anticipate the elf.
"Here is a beautiful