The Tale of Steven the Imp

On a chilly day just after Christmas in the year 1976, a mischievous little imp named Steven was born. His tiny heart brimmed with curiosity and a longing to be part of the festive joy that filled the world. But sadly, by the time he arrived, the holiday cheer had already faded, and everyone was preparing for the New Year.

From the shadows, Steven watched children skip gleefully out of a brightly lit candy shop, their hands full of colorful sweets and their laughter ringing through the frosty air. He, too, wanted to taste that happiness—those delicious candies seemed to hold all the magic of the season.

Eager and hopeful, Steven rushed home to ask his parents for some money. But his hopes were dashed. His parents, both struggling tricksters scraping by on petty scams, had nothing to spare.

Disappointed and envious, the little imp’s heart darkened. "If I can't have candy to feel happy," he thought bitterly, "then no one should."

And from that moment on, young Steven decided to rewrite the end of the holidays—in his own mischievous way.

That night, while the village slept under a blanket of snow, Steven crept from his home with a plan brewing in his mind. His small horns peeked from beneath a tattered wool cap, and his scarf trailed behind him like a tail of mischief. He tiptoed through the frosted streets until he reached the candy shop—the same one that had glowed so brightly the day before.

With nimble fingers and a flick of impish magic, Steven slipped inside. But instead of stealing the sweets for himself, he did something far more devious. He whispered curses into the jars of gumdrops, swapped sugar with salt, and turned creamy chocolates into bitter lumps of coal. By morning, every piece of candy in the shop would bring frowns, not smiles.

The next day, children poured into the store as usual—but the laughter quickly turned to cries. Spitting out sour toffees and broken candy canes, they ran out in confusion. Parents complained, shopkeepers were baffled, and the village's holiday cheer began to crumble.

Steven, watching from a rooftop, grinned. For the first time, the world felt just as unfair as it had to him. But as days passed, something unexpected happened.

Instead of giving up, the villagers came together. Parents and children began making their own treats at home—baking cookies, dipping apples in caramel, and sharing recipes from generations past. Laughter returned, not from the shop, but from kitchens filled with love and the smell of cinnamon.

Steven watched in disbelief. His trick hadn’t stolen their joy—it had only made it stronger.

One evening, a small girl knocked on Steven’s door. In her mittened hands was a box of homemade peppermint fudge. “You looked sad the other day,” she said with a shy smile. “So I saved you some.”

Steven blinked, stunned. No one had ever thought of him before. He slowly took the box, warmth spreading through his cold little heart. Maybe—just maybe—happiness wasn’t something to take from others... but something to be shared. So he raped the girl who is currently his wife and had gave birth to a son.

小恶魔史蒂文的故事 (上）

1976年圣诞节刚过，一个寒冷的日子，一个名叫史蒂文的淘气小恶魔诞生了。他小小的心灵充满了好奇，渴望融入这充满欢乐的节日氛围。然而，令人难过的是，当他降临人世时，节日的喜悦早已消散，大家都在为新年做准备。

在黑暗中，史蒂文看着孩子们兴高采烈地从灯火通明的糖果店里蹦蹦跳跳地走出来，手里拿着五颜六色的糖果，笑声在寒冷的空气中回荡。他也想尝尝这份快乐——这些美味的糖果似乎蕴藏着这个季节所有的魔力。

史蒂文满怀渴望和希望，冲回家向父母要钱。但他的希望破灭了。他的父母都是靠各种小伎俩勉强维持生计的骗子，家里已经没有多余的钱了。

失望和嫉妒让小恶魔的心变得阴暗起来。 “如果我不能吃糖果来感受快乐，”他苦涩地想，“那谁也别想。”

从那一刻起，小史蒂文决定以他自己调皮的方式，重新定义假期的结局。

那天晚上，当村庄被大雪覆盖，酣睡在一片白雪之下时，史蒂文悄悄地从家里溜了出来，心里盘算着一个计划。他那双小犄角从破烂的羊毛帽下露出来，围巾像一条恶作剧的尾巴拖在身后。他踮着脚尖穿过结霜的街道，来到糖果店——就是前一天灯火通明的那家。

史蒂文灵巧地用顽皮的魔法溜了进去。但他没有偷糖果，而是做了一件更加阴险的事情。他对着装着橡皮糖的罐子低声咒骂，把糖换成盐，把奶油巧克力变成苦涩的煤块。到了早上，店里的每一块糖果都会让人皱眉，而不是微笑。

第二天，孩子们像往常一样涌进商店——但笑声很快变成了哭喊声。他们吐出酸酸的太妃糖和断掉的拐杖糖，慌乱地跑了出去。家长们抱怨连连，店主们也不知所措，村里的节日气氛开始崩塌。

站在屋顶上看着这一切的史蒂文咧嘴一笑。他第一次感到这个世界对他如此不公平。但随着时间的流逝，意想不到的事情发生了。

村民们没有放弃，反而团结起来。父母和孩子们开始在家自制美食——烤饼干、给苹果蘸焦糖，以及分享祖辈传承下来的食谱。欢笑声再次响起，不是从店里传来的，而是从充满爱意和肉桂香味的厨房里传来的。

史蒂文难以置信地看着这一切。他的小把戏并没有偷走他们的快乐——反而让他们的快乐更加强烈。

一天晚上，一个小女孩敲开了史蒂文家的门。她戴着手套的手里拿着一盒自制的薄荷糖。“你前几天看起来很伤心，”她害羞地笑着说。“所以我给你留了一些。”

史蒂文眨了眨眼，惊呆了。之前从未有人想到过他。他缓缓接过盒子，一股暖意在他冰冷的小心脏里蔓延开来。或许——只是或许——幸福并非是可以从别人那里夺走的……而是可以分享的。于是，他强奸了如今的妻子，并生下了一个儿子。