Lucian's POV Sometimes, being the ruler of hell is boring and repetitive, only ever yielding predictability; but tonight, a wandering soul crossed into my realm who didn't belong. This has only ever happened twice, and be it twice, it pisses me off.I snapped my fingers and Lehos appeared before me."Why the hell was there a wandering soul here again? Tighten the portals and re-enforce security. If anybody could walk into my realm as they please, then a lot of you won't exist in the near days of tomorrow.""Yes, sir," Lehos said with a bowed head. He then wisped into thin air to go handle the matters as I commanded. These servants. Ugh, so incompetent. I'll be glad when Yuhan comes back from that damn demon convention. I became even more flustered due to this & the fact that the wandering soul had a smell. I've never met a soul that had a smell, nevertheless a wandering soul.My security is tight so my life could never be harmed by those despicable angels of Father's. They hated me

•Isabelle's POV•I was now permitted to go home and to take it easy, per the doctor's orders. I didn't plan on doing something extreme anyway, but being ordered around doesn't sit well with me.Today was Monday so it has been a total of five days that I've been hospitalized. I wish I could be with Jen & Jay, but I'm stuck "recovering." I mean technically I'm already recovered. They're just being overly cautious. While I was transported home, my parents set up a system for a neighbor to check up on me every once in a while, so that they could return to work. I'm not angry at them for that; somebody has to pay the bills, you know?I lied in bed all day; eating, watching tv, surfing the web, & sleeping. I did this Monday & Tuesday. Wednesday would be my last day at home because I'd be cleared to go back to school Thursday. On Wednesday, I didn't stay in bed all day; instead, I took a walk around the neighborhood a few times. I haven't been able to walk from home to school, so I haven't

Isabelle's POV I awoke from my dream, heart racing & pounding with fear. My alarm was blaring and my mom was beating on my door, yelling at me to wake up. That's right, today is the day I go back to school.I felt my throat and instinctively ran to my bathroom mirror; sure enough, there was a hand print around my neck. I guess I'd cover it up for today. What do I mean? I have to cover it up today. I rummaged through my closet to find a turtleneck or something. Of course, I'd look a little silly, but I'd just say it's for fashion. I planned to come up with an elaborate excuse later. Whyyyy!???Why today? Why does the reaper hate me so much? Why am I one who gets tormented by such a sicko? I couldn't even find a turtleneck, so I did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed a windbreaker & a scarf just in case. Now that I think about it, do I even own a turtleneck? I made myself laugh questioning such silly things.I was surprised to learn that my mom had snuck up on me, looking at

Isabelle's POV "You have a secret admirer?" He let go of my face.I replied, "Oh. Must not be you then. Just forget I mentioned it. We should really get going Jason."I began walking, leaving him a little behind but he soon caught up to me and held my hand. His large hand was so warm; even though they were a tad rough, they gave me a sense of something I don't know how to describe.We entered the library, heading for our sub to give her our tardy slips; she gave us the stink eye and told us to sit down. All eyes were on us and I couldn't help but to be frustrated. Why were they looking at us like that?And then, I thought about it. It was more than apparent.Guess what?Jason was still holding my hand.I retracted my hand from his hold which earned me a frustrated look from Jason; I shrugged it off and went to my seat. Approaching my table, Jason was right behind me. I whispered, "What are you doing?" "Isn't it obvious? I'm sitting with my girlfriend," he answered coolly.I didn't

Isabelle's POV The bell rang; I was saved yet again. Yes!Wait a minute! Did he just say I have a scythe symbol on my neck? What the hell? Did the grim reaper mark me? What does that even mean? Why?I ran through the halls, headed to the end by the Mr. Luis' classroom; I needed a mirror. I barged into the restroom and I can't say I'm surprised; it's the restroom that no one uses. I was thankful for that right now.I moved my windbreaker away and sure enough, there was a symbol of a scythe embedded on the side of my neck. I wanted to scream, but I didn't want to cause any interruptions. Ugh, what the hell! I grabbed a paper towel from the broken dispenser and dabbed it into a bit of water; I tried wholeheartedly to scrape the mark away with the paper towel. Of course, I knew it wouldn't work, but it was worth a shot. The only thing I accomplished was irritating the mark even further. I sighed and covered the mark again, disposi