“If what you say is true, then we must change the outcome!”

Spider laughs loudly and wipes the tears that run down his face away from his eyes. “You are truly a man of faith, but that faith will not do today, nor will it do tomorrow. Can’t you see the hope you once brought, is now wasted. Forget them, they are on a collision course with extinction anyway. Allow their hand to be brought undone by another, instead of their own carelessness.”

“I can’t do that, and you know that to be true. I am fabled by their stories, and in those fabled, given strength. Without them, I too am nothing but a husk of what you see before you. I must make haste, and save the day, if only to save myself.”

Spider’s many eyes open wide and he laughs louder than before, “The great man is more concerned about his own existence, than the terror that strikes his so-called followers.”

“THAT IS A LIE!”

“But you just fucking said it, you just fucking said you will save the day, if only to save yourself. That is a glorious sign you care more for your own dumb existence, than their pittance.”

“You mistake my words for their true meanings and twist them into something more for your own cruel jokes. I have nurtured their children from my breasts. I have brought joy to their lives, when they had no hope to look forward to. I deserve my existence, as do they. We are symbiotic counterparts, where you are a leech, sucking all life dry so you can survive another day.” he says as he lets out a fierce breath of fiery air from out of his nose. “I’ll admit, the yin and the yang is tiresome, and I have grown weary of their carelessness, but I love them, for they love me.” he says proudly, his cheeks glowing with pride.

“Liar!”

“YOU ARE THE LIAR! NOT ONLY TO YOURSELF, BUT TO OTHERS!” he bellows. “NOW RID YOURSELF FROM MY SIGHT, BEFORE YOU ARE THE FIRST TO BE GIVEN MY FINAL GIFT!”

A sea of tongues spew from multiple mouths, as it lets out a low hiss. “You think you are capable of harming ME? I am a god, worshipped by many, and you, you are a fairy tale told to children by uneducated parents, as a tool to try and make them behave!”

He tightens his hands into fists and clenches his teeth, once again letting out a fierce breath of air from his nose. “It’s the level of faith, and how it is given that makes us different.”

Spider stops in his tracks, and hisses as his head tilts. “Those that worship me know I am true, and will do anything to meet my will, while your followers are children. Pathetic little children. What power can children give you?”

“Wonder and dreams. Fairy tales and marshmallows. Joy and cheer. Children are magic, and their love gives me the power to be anything.” he says as he rises from the ground and is encased in a brilliant green glow. “I am Santa Claus! I am the power personified, and you spider, are no more!” he cries, as a blinding light burns through spider, until there is nothing left.

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