First Snow (2)

Lucian blinked in surprise. "You've never seen snow before?"

She chuckled lightly. "It's not that I've never seen snow, but this is the first time I've seen it and not … been afraid of it."

Back in Hell, whenever Medeia made a mistake, Lucifer would cast her into the coldest Hell, locking her there until she begged for mercy.

That place was always buried under a thick blanket of white snow, relentlessly battered by violent snowstorms.

The sinners would turn into ice statues the moment they were thrown in, but because Medeia was a demon, she could endure the cold far better than they could.

Still, the endless stretch of snow always felt so lonely and cruel, a constant reminder of Lucifer's harsh punishment. 

It made her despise snow more than anything.

But now, it is different.

Rather than a threat, the snow felt soft, delicate, and surprisingly gentle in her hand.