Saturday, January 17
The snow has finally stopped. Other than my minions, Hell Hounds and personal incubus, I have not seen another living soul today, mortal or not. Eerie and strange, even for one such as myself. Cold too, but my Northern, demonic blood is well accustommed to such temperatures. Except when my HellHound, Kari, decides it's time to come in and forgets to shut the door that he opens himself. I wandered to the other side of my domain and found eight feet of snow spread from one end of the porch to the other. Do you mortals have any clue how much eight feet of snow is? Well, Demon does now! It's enough to cover a 14 x 16 foot area three inches deep in most spots. It occurs to me that Hell Hounds would make wonderful slippers.