The angels sang. The demons answered
Holy Night: Demon Hunter (2025) is a blazing supernatural action-horror epic that brings divine vengeance and demonic terror to the darkest hours of Christmas Eve. Think Blade meets Constantine, with a blood-red nativity twist—this isn’t the season of giving, it’s the season of slaying.
Set in a grim, neon-streaked city on the verge of spiritual collapse, the film follows Lucien Cross, a cursed exorcist-turned-vigilante who hunts demons that possess the wicked during the “Holy Night”—a sacred time when the veil between Hell and Earth thins. Branded with a sigil from birth and raised by a secret order of militant priests, Lucien is the last of the Order of St. Gabriel, a warrior-monk brotherhood wiped out in a failed mission ten years ago.
But this year, the hunt is different.
Something ancient is rising: The Crimson Choir, a demonic cult preparing a mass summoning that will open the Eighth Gate—a portal large enough to unleash a full infernal legion into the mortal world before dawn. To stop it, Lucien must forge a shaky alliance with Raya, a rebellious choirgirl with a voice that can repel darkness, and Father Cain, a disgraced priest who knows too much about the Choir’s origins… because he helped start it.
As the clock ticks toward midnight, Holy Night unfolds like an apocalyptic Advent calendar—each encounter deadlier than the last, each demon tailored to torment Lucien’s sins. From blood-soaked churches to cathedrals that howl, from carol hymns sung backward to angelic blades forged from fallen halos, the battle is brutal, mythic, and personal.
Stylized, violent, and strangely poetic, Holy Night: Demon Hunter is not about saving Christmas. It’s about saving souls—one slashed throat at a time.