(''Glenn'' POV)

When I'm back in my room, I look at my own reflection in the mirror and say to myself out loud ''Glenn!?? With aaallll the human's names, you picked up GLENN!??'' But at the same time I was about to tell him my real name... And Glenn was the only name that starts with 'Gl' that I could think of so... I hide my face in my hands and let out another groan. I'm going to get in trouble for what I did for sure. I jump in suprise has I hear someone knock on my door 'Gosh, that was quick' I say to myself ''Come in!'' I say out loud to whoever is on the other side of the door. The door slam open and hit the wall read hard, making me jump again. Lyly, a succubus, is looking at me with this knowing look ''hey there Gloom~'' she says teasingly while putting her arms around my chest. I harshly push her away ''What do you want!?''

''Your father wants to see you~''

I sigh loudly. I knew this was coming, but I didn't expect it to be that quick. I look back at the demon as I reach for the doorknob ''Get out!'' She roll her eyes and run her fingers on my arms and chest as she slowly walks out. I roll my eyes as I close and lock my door. I don't want her sneaking in my room. It happened once... And I never want that to happen again!

I walk toward the throne room where my father is and I have to keep myself from putting my mask back on. It is a coping mechanism I have. Everytime I'm anxious or unconfortable, I put on my mask. It helps me... But my father doesn't like when Angels wear their mask in the underworld. Oh yeah, one little thing you have to know about my father... He is kind of the boss of all the Angels of Death... And also the leader of.... The underworld...

My father is sitting on his throne non-chalantly. He looks at me with his black eyes and as usual, I can see that I'm a disapointment to him ''Son, what happened to the soul that you were suppose to bring back here?''

''Some other human saved his life...'' Which is not completly false...

''Ohreally... So you don't have anything to do with this... life saving experience?''

''Of course not father. I know the rules....'' oh shhh.... He knows...What am I going to do!?

My father sigh loudly and shake his head, almost impaling the furies that are resting on the top of his throne with his horns ''I believe you, son. Humans are getting better at preserving their lives now so... It's understandable.''

I can feel a gigantic weight getting off of my shoulders. I'm so glad he believed me...

''But...''

My eyes widened and I can feel my palms getting sweaty ''B..but?''

Lucifer looks me right in the eyes ''But you are still way behind in your work! There are so many lost souls that are assigned to you! You are my son you have to...''

''Give the example, I know! I will!''

''Then go and do your job!''

I gave him a quick nod and walk away... Well run away would be more accurate. I go back in my room and lock myself in. I'm shaking now and on the verge of a panic attack. The only thought of having to go and talk to all those people...Why do I have social anxiety!? My job is to go to people, talk to them to make them feel at ease with me so they follow me without picking a fight. But it's so hard for me to do that! So I tend to 'forget' about all those souls and just walk around in the human world. I make myself almost invisible so people don't give me those weird looks because of my skeleton mask.

It's nice to watch them rush out to go to work or to appointments... They keep saying how important life is, but yet... they don't always enjoy it as much as they should...

After A few hours, I finally calmed down. I stand back up and go out to find those lost souls... They need to be guided after all...

This is going to be a long and hard night...

(Prionsa POV)

the doctor is doing all these medical exams to make sure that I don't have any severe injuries to my head. He tells me that I'm lucky to not have a concussion ''Looks like your guardian angel was there to save you this time!''

''Yeah ,but I still have a throbbing headache!'' He tells me what I should take to ease the pain and also that I shouldn't stay alone for the night, to make sure that I'm really fine. Even if I don't have a concussion, I still hurt my head.

My friend Philip that brought me to the hospital says that he can stay with me for the night, he doesn't mind. We stops by his house so he can get a spare of clothes since he is still in his halloween costume and he drives us both back to my apartment, a small one story rowhouse. I gives him a pillow and some blankets ''Sorry, I only have one bedroom... Do you mind sleeping on the couch?''

''It's fine, it looks really confy actually!''

We both take off our costume and makeup and go to sleep. I leave my bedroom door open so he can check on me during the night.

I wake up the next morning and my head is still hurting real bad. I look up at my clock while letting out a small groan of pain. 9:27am .I open my eyes wide ''WHATT!!?'' I try to stand up, but I did it way too quickly, my head spin and I sit back on the bed and I put my head in my hands. I hear foosteps getting closer ''Good morning~''

''I'm... I'm late for work... Why didn't my alarm clock wake me up?''

''Oh it did, but you throw your phone away with growl of pain and frustration so I called your boss explaining everything... You have the rest of the week off to recover. Your next shift will only be on monday, so relax! You're fine and when you're ready, I baked pancakes!''

''Thanks phil...''

We spend the rest of the day together, my friend watching over me everytime I feel sleepy. But the next day I feel much better so he can go back to his normal life without having to nurse me. Once I'm alone again, I think back of what happened... Or more specifically, I think about Glenn. He seemed really nice and all. It's the first time I see him to the annual costume party. Maybe he is new in town? I find myself planing a way to meet him again. His clothing makes it looks like he is the kind of guy that would spend time at the skatepark... But it was a costume, maybe it is not is usual clothing... But the hoodie looked a bit worned out and old, so maybe it is his own hoodie. Well there is only one way to know if my theorie is right!