"A Tiefling’s Very Merry Heist" + Animation!


The house was quiet except for the gentle crackle of the fireplace and the soft ticking of cooling embers. Snow drifted lazily past the window, and the Christmas tree glowed like it was in on the secret.
She moved carefully, boots silent against the rug, tail flicking with barely contained delight. The gift sat beneath the tree, perfectly wrapped, ribbon tied just a bit too neatly—an invitation, really. She glanced over her shoulder, golden eyes gleaming, lips curling into a grin that promised trouble.
“Just borrowing,” she whispered to no one in particular.
The warmth of the fire wrapped around her as she lifted the present, the bells and lights holding their breath. For a moment, she paused—not out of guilt, but out of appreciation. The room was too perfect. The night too kind. Even a mischievous tiefling could feel it.
Still, temptation won—as it usually did.
Cradling the gift, she slipped back into the shadows, leaving behind nothing but footprints in the snow… and the faint suspicion that Christmas magic had a sense of humor after all.