If I may play the me's advocate for a moment...

Well, if anything could draw Lucifer back out of his brief, Constantine-inspired trip into the land of not-quite-stable, it was snow. And cold. And snow. Had he mentioned yet he loathed the climate this far from LA?

At least this year, he'd come armed with... well, a number of coats, but this grey cashmere overcoat was a particular favorite. Combined well with his slightly darker grey suit. Didn't stop him from stomping through the snow on his way back home from Cafe Fina.

So stomp he did.

Until something hooked around his ankle, and pulled.

It didn't actually pull him over. He was far too much of a celestial for that. But it did get his attention.

He glanced down.

Another candy cane hooked around his other ankle.

A third one hooked around his foot. A fourth leaped up and tried to grab his knee.

"Are you joking?" he said, scandalized. "Are you trying to trip me up and ruin a perfectly nice coat?"

You know what, after the week he'd had, yanking all four out of the snow at once and flinging them several hundred feet into the ocean? So cathartic.

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