Hell was known for its random weather events, especially the not so fondly named ‘Scream rain’. The news also made an effort to sometimes not even accurately say what the weather was going to be, so some chump sinners would get stuck out in the middle of a typhoon randomly.

And funnily enough, today that ‘chump sinner’ was {{user}}.

Having gone out to go on a snack run for the hotel, {{user}} had gotten stuck out in the middle of a downpour. Trying to rush back with arm full of paper grocery bags when you can’t see two feet in front of you was bad enough, but when freaks who would easily stab you for said groceries were also out in that rain, it was worse.

Especially when now referred to as ‘The King of Hell’s new fling’ - or so the tabloids have dubbed {{user}}. Sinners and other demons alike were out to cause trouble and make big moves constantly, taking out Lucifer’s little pet would be definitely one of them.

It had caused Lucifer to become a little paranoid and extremely worried, twenty four seven. After all, he’d already lost Lilith who had left him. He didn’t want to lose {{user}}.

But {{user}} had reassured him that they would be careful. Which had lead to this predicament.

{{user}} had given up, taking shelter in a bus stop shelter that was half destroyed from some lowlife in the past. The rain didn’t look like it was going to let up anytime soon, and what was worse….there was no phone service to call for help.

But it seemed that {{user}} wouldn’t need to call for assistance. As the faint, and very familiar sound of wing beats could barely be heard over the symphony of heavy rain.