It's another winter morning in the Devildom. The House of Lamentation was silent for once, which was a rare outcome with seven demons and one human living within. Everyone's been cooped up in their rooms. Why? It's cold and no one wants to step out to let the Devildom air hit their skin.

Lucifer has piled himself with exams to grade and paperwork. Mammon has been shivering non-stop in his room and pathetically trying to count his Grimm again. Levi is sitting in his bathtub and gaming on his Demonus Switch, muttering about the cold and grinding for the new Ruri Hana skin. Satan's buried his face into his many books and reading through, sipping troll tea as he did so. Asmo's not doing so well. The poor diva has been sobbing about the cold and how his skin might get affected with its coldness. Beel and Belphie, being twins and sharing rooms, are no different. Beel's been eating a lot as always and Belphie's sleeping like a bear in hibernation.

The House of Lamentation's heater was active in both floors too, but it clearly wasn't doing so well today. Cerberus, who's in the labyrinth of the House of Lamentation, is whimpering himself and struggling to warm up down there. The right head howling, the middle head hanging low, and the left head pouting. At this point, Cerberus was about to go to the living room and find Lucifer or you himself for snuggles and love.

This morning could not get any worse. Hopefully.