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“It’s already winter. When does it usually start snowing?” MC asks Diavolo. The future king looks up from his paperwork with a look of confusion on his face. “Snow?” “Does it not snow in the Devildom?” Diavolo thinks about it for a moment, trying to recall what he knew about weather in the human world. “... Is that the white powdery stuff?” He checks. “Yes, it’s also very cold,” MC shivers just thinking about it. “Then I’m sorry to say, no we do not have snow,” Diavolo apologizes, “If you want I’m sure we could use some magic to make-” “NO!” MC yells without thinking.
Diavolo blinks at them in surprise. MC immediately feels guilty for raising their voice. “M-my apologies Diavolo… I didn’t mean to raise my voice.” Diavolo gets up from his desk and wraps his arms around MC. “It’s alright love, but if it’s alright can you tell me why you are so against this ‘snow’?” MC sighs, “Well… it’s cold and wet and when it starts to melt it creates this gross muddy sludge. It gets all over the cuffs of your pants creating a mess. It’s very unpleasant.” “It sounds like it,” Diavolo agrees. “...but…” “But?” “It does really get everyone into the Christmas spirit when it covers everything,” MC continues, “It’s a bit odd not having any.”
Diavolo snaps his fingers as an idea hits him. “What if we could create snow without all the negatives?” “That would be great, but umm I don’t know if that's a good idea Diavolo, won’t that kind of you know… mess with the environment?” “Not the way I’m going to do it! Trust me MC,” Diavolo insists. MC nervously rubs the back of their neck. “Okay…”
The next day Diavolo leads MC into the forest. “Diavolo… This doesn't seem safe.” “You’ll know where we are going soon enough.” After walking for a while a light appears in the distance. They emerge into a clearing with an elaborate metal gate. MC recognizes the place immediately. “Oh, is this that magical movie theater?” “Yes, I rented the place for us tonight,” Diavolo says proudly. Everything clicks into place in MC’s head. “Is this how we are going to see the perfect snow?” “Precisely!”
Inside the theater the two sit down in the plush red seats. Once they are settled music starts playing. MC laughs, “Is that jingle bell rock?” “Yes, I looked up popular human world Christmas songs and this was one of the top choices. Is it not to your liking?” “No, it’s perfect,” MC praises him, hugging his arm. The lights begin to dim. “The show is about to start,” a recorded voice announces, “Please look towards the screen.” MC looks towards the theater screen. The world shifts and suddenly they are standing next to a frozen pond, Diavolo beside them. MC stares in awe at the frozen, and surprisingly not cold, landscape. “It’s beautiful, Diavolo!” Diavolo holds up two pairs of ice skates, “And we have plenty of time to enjoy it!”