The spirit of All Hallow's Eve sighed and pulled his tattered black cloak tighter around himself. The streets were silent and dark, except for the pools of light created by the yellow streetlamps. This was such a stupid assignment anyway—what were the Gods thinking? Every other inhabitant in Videlcet didn't get this assignment. Why would it be necessary for him and the others to try and make a human believe in them?

"Hallow," A snowy voice murmured. Hallow turned and found himself in the company of the spirit of Christmas. "Stop frowning."

"Oh, shut it, Chris." Said Hallow, not bothering to look at the other spirit. "Valentine is going to be here soon, and I don't need your fat lips flapping away before he even gets here."

"Temper, temper."

"Shut it." Hallow snarled, kicking a clump of snow at him. Chris sighed, tucking a lock of silver hair behind his ear. Snow began to fall, flakes drifting and swirling through the air.

"Where is he?" Hallow said, after a few moments of silence. "He's usually here almost immediately."

"Three… two… one…" Chris said.

"Hallowwwww!" A voice said, as the spirit of Valentine's Day materialized behind Hallow. His skinny arms wrapped around Hallow's chest, practically lifting him up. "I missed you!"

"Knock it off, Valentine. I'm not in the mood."

"You're never in the mood." Valentine said, but he released him. He squealed and twirled, arms waving erratically, as if he could embrace the falling snow. "It's so beautiful tonight!"
"Yes, yes." Hallow said. "Can we just find the human already? Snow's getting in my