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Sword fighting on a sleigh during a blizzard. Such things are common when one has married a swashbuckling supervillain. Such things are common when said supervillain comes with a host of estranged children who all hate him, one of which is his arch enemy and fellow dimension travelling acrobatic demon sword wielder. As stepmom (decades younger than her stepson) Megan attempted to do the right thing by bringing the warring halves of the devilish duo together, only for a fight to break out during the pleasant sleigh ride she hoped would reconcile father and son. Fight over what? Who knows.
“Stop sword fighting! Why are you always sword fighting!” she shouts, tears frozen in her eyes, her voice snatched away by the roaring wind the sleigh is racing through. Even the sound of the horses is muted, but not so the zing and clash of steel, going on just above her head as Azazel and Nightcrawler balance on the narrow rim and sides of the vehicle, or else on the backs of the animals drawing it. They’re showing off to each other, displaying their prowess, proxy fighting the nigh eternal war between Good and Evil, that much is obvious, and Megan refuses to play along. Though she has been forced to take the reins, she abdicates her position and teleports away into the whirling ice, since she can’t go as far as either of the other two. Plus she wants Azazel at least to wake up and come looking for her.
This he does do, but only after the horses gallop into the woods and an avenging tree brutalises both he and Kurt, knocking some sense into their thick skulls via the application of a branch. The pair, knocked off the sleigh together to land in a tangle, go stomping through snow banks, high-stepping like reindeer, unable to simply teleport to Megan’s location since they have no idea where she is. She makes it easy for them though, since she left a trail of rainbow glitter behind, the sparkles visible even amongst the flurry of snow pouring out of the darkened sky.
Azazel takes the lead when they finally locate her. “Forgive him-”
“Forgive us.” amends Kurt, jabbing his father in the back with his tail. A fight threatens to break out once again, but Megan is almost as blue as the young man, and so passions are forcibly banked.