The crisp morning sun streamed through the cracks in the curtains, giving a glimpse of the sky above. It was grey again today, dropping abundant numbers of individual snowflakes onto the pavements down below. Only a few days ago, everything had been snowed-in in the small town of Forget. It took the authorities 3 days to clear the ever growing snow from in front of every doorstep and sidewalk. That had been the first time Apollyon had been snowed in. One couldn't imagine the look of surprise on his face when he opened the door of the apartment complex, but falling back under the weight of the snow that had fallen on him.
Eleanora was by his side in a flash, concerned for him but laughed at the sight in front of her. The fallen Devil, laying on an afghan rug with his body covered in snow.
