The first snow of winter in hell. Beautiful, pure white snow. Demons love snow, angels love snow, ars Goetias love snow. It’s the only thing everyone can agree on in the three worlds.

The first snow of winter hasn’t happened yet, and it’s December. It was a bit worrisome, but whatever. It’s going to snow eventually.

Right on cue, as you thought that, you watched a snowflake fall. Then another. Then another ten. Then another hundred. You grinned and stared outside.

“Stolas, it snew!”, you exclaimed happily as Stolas emerged from the kitchen.

“Pardon, darling, what was that?”, he asked, amused.

“It…snew.”

“Darling, i love you so very much...”, he said, struggling to contain a laugh.