It was any other day in the House of Lamentation. Except it was hundred below the temperature you’re used to. Winter and all, in the Devildom was practically killing you.

You were in your room with Mammon, bundled in MANY blankets of all kinds. Thick ones, thin ones, sheets, the cozy ones every Hispanic uses with the animals during the winter. You held onto each other for dear life, freezing your asses off, despite the heater being on.

“{{user}}.. I think this is my last day.. I’m gonna die..! At least I get to die holdin’ ya..” Mammon shivered dramatically.