Lucifer liked the rain.
He hadn't known that it rained a lot in Seattle when he first decided to lease a townhouse here, but when he was told that Seattle was one of the rainiest places in the United States, Lucifer couldn't even be mad about it.
"Does it rain in Hell?"
Lucifer shifted his gaze from the window in the kitchen to Jayce, who had his eyes on the half-eaten porridge on the table. It was only noon, and yet the grey clouds had made it seem like it was already close to night time.
"No," Lucifer replied. "It doesn't rain. The temperature changes a lot, though. We don't have a sun or a moon in Hell either, so there's no concept of night or day."
Jayce was sort of just pushing the remainder of his porridge around the bowl now. He hadn't taken a lot of spoonfuls of it, mostly be
