Sheol is quite the cold mythical world.
Not by normalcy or grand design, but because Abaddon had spent both of his lives living in hot, humid places.
He never really got used to it.
His body can survive in the sun itself and thrive within the cold darkness of outer space, but Abaddon always prefers a little chill in the places he goes.
Something that one would never anticipate judging by the way that he dresses.
Therefore, it isn't all that uncommon to see snow falling in the land of dragons.
Even on today, there was a nice little flurry showering down upon the streets, and it was covering the lands in a delicate blanket of snow, creating an inviting winter wonderland.
Everywhere one looked, you could see dragons and spirits young and old in attendance on this grand day.
They were all hovering within the sky above the castle of their divine leader; dead silent as they stared in anticipation.
