DEMON KING

Frank felt cold even though he was shrouded in warm clothes. He cursed his Master's choice to live in the cold mountains in the Transylvania area when he could live anywhere in the world. Moreover, he was even more annoyed because it was impossible to drive directly to the castle. 

He had to walk up the ragged mountain on foot, leaving his rental car in one of the inns at the foot. He stomped on the snow childishly since he could not kick stones. Everything was covered in a thick carpet of undisturbed snow. 

He did not want to go up to the castle.

He wished he could have spent the evening at the inn instead of coming up the hill at the late hour. Even if he had to talk to one of those enthusiastic tourists about the Transylvanian lore of vampires, he would bear it. It was better than climbing the blasted hill in freezing temperatures.