[IC] Sunrise, Sunset

[TheWendil]

This wasn't good. Who knew what Webster and the other guy were up to. For all they knew, they could be playing some mind game to convince Mary to kill them after all. And considering her attention span. . .this didn't seem too far fetched. Kiara whipped out Volunta from her coat and pointed the tip of the weapon threateningly at Rebel. "Hey buddy. We said to leave her alone. Either you fight us or we-" A low whistling sound echoed in the wind, and Kiara placed a palm on her left cheek. The flesh stung, and when she took it off she could see fresh beads of blood. A cut to her face.

She looked at Rebel, who had now focused all of his attention on Mary. "How did you. . .?"

"Don't blame him." Webster spoke this time, standing between the two travelers and Rebel. His left hand clutched a pitch black blade and he pointed the weapon at them, mirroring Kiara's posture. "If I recall, you're business is only with me. Therefor, I say we let the two have their fun. Get them better acquainted. . .don't you think!"

Webster leaped forward at an inhuman speed, slashing the blade in a whirlwind of death. Kiara jumped out of the way, rolling in the dust and sand. A moment longer, and she would have been cut to ribbons. The Devil looked pleased at the fact that he had separated the two. Twirling is blade, he launched forward again, this time making Vincent his target instead.

Meanwhile, Mary was much too preoccupied to notice the sounds of the struggle. She gave Rebel a defiant glare, her purple eyes meeting his. "I-I'm not scared! I'm Death! Death's not supposed to be scared of anything!" Even still, her body language told otherwise. Those teeth were too close for comfort, and Mary couldn't resist backing up just a bit.

Although she had the power to effectively kill Rebel, one had to remember that, like this world, Death was still very much young. If her outward appearance wasn't anything to go by, then her behavior was. And regardless of what kind of power one possessed, they were still helpless in the form of children.

[AkiBlue]

Vincent pulled out his own gun, aiming carefully. Well, since Rebel wasn't going to listen, he could make him listen. Death or not, she was still a kid, and he was probably going to take advantage of it. Just as he was about to shoot, Kiara was hit by done unseen force. Thankfully, not too bad. "I'm guessing Webster's the jealous type...I'm sure if we get rid of one, the pet will run away too."

When Webster jumped, Vincent took a shot, but he was way too fast. A moment faster, and he could've shot him in the shoulder. "Damn.." He aimed again, realizing Webster turned his attention to him. Spinning the barrel of the gun, this time, when Vincent shot at him, multiple bullets were fired- four to be exact. Two aimed at his chest, and two at his legs.

*

Rebel was less than worried about Webster. He was positive he could handle him. "So~ what's your name girly? We should get better-" His eye twitched and then darkened. 'Pet'? How dare the human call him a pet! Rebel stood, taking his gaze off Mary. "How dare you call me a pet! You rude human..." He growled, only getting annoyed, and distracted when Vincent chuckled- still dodging Webster's attacks.

"Someone is a tad sensitive. I can't tell if he's suppose to be an assistant or not. What do you think Kiara?"

Hopefully, the subtle "teasing" and talking would slow down their chance of death- and Mary would catch her window of opportunity to run- or help.

Since Rebel was taking his attention off Mary, Vincent decided to fire at him too. Unfortunately, the inhuman speeds were making it impossible to hit them. "How about I see how many holes I can put into your body before you bleed out and die? Let's play that game..."

"He's not even scary. Mary, you couldn't possibly be scared of Webster's guard dog? I'm sure he's all bark and no bite. I thought you weren't scared of anything?" Vincent was in dangerous waters to actually tease and harass a demon- in front of the Devil. He was asking for death... But he was going to risk his life in order to survive.

How ironic... He hoped Sandal was enjoying this...

[TheWendil]

The incoming bullets were blocked by a torrent of black sand. The dark substance rushed to greet its master, acting as a shield against Vincent's bullets. Webster smirked at the gunslinger's futile attempts. "Honestly, is this the best the Man could come up with? It's gonna be two sweet sticking this blade right up His as-" He was cut off when Kiara rushed forward and plunged the tip of Volunta into the heart of the sand. Unimpressed, the Devil tipped his hat in mockery. . .only to be knocked back as Kiara let out a burst of energy from the tip, sending her flying back and landing on her feet.

"Hehe, I forgot that I could do that."

The Devil dusted himself off, his crimson eyes glaring at the two travelers. "So, think you can dance with the Devil, huh? Let's see your moves then!" Webster leapt forward, only to be met with Kiara's blade. The two clashed as metal rang on metal.

"Nah, he's not even a pet," Kiara told Vincent in response to his words on Rebel. "If anything, I'd say he's more like the Devil's bitch." She ducked just in time from having her head swiped clean right off. Webster leaned in close, his eyes burning with rage and hatred now.

"Keep it up. I dare you. When you go to Hell, I'll make sure to personally greet you!"

Kiara smirked. "Someone's a bit dramatic, don't you think?"

With Rebel seemingly distracted, Mary took the chance to enact sweet, sweet deliverance. She took the action implemented by all kids of her age. She reared back with her left foot and proceeded to kick the demon in the shin. Sticking her tongue out, she quickly put some distance between her and the demon. One touch was all that was needed, and a slow stream of darkness and decaying shadows began to eat away at Rebel's leg.

Somewhere in the midst of it all, hidden in plain sight, Sandal was indeed enjoying the free show.

[AkiBlue]

Vincent was going to have to up his game if he wanted to keep up with the Devil. [i]'Ha, yeah right... Keep up with the Devil...'[i] He mentally laughed at such a crude joke. That, and Kiara was probably going to upstage him in fighting Webster with those tricks of hers.

Too bad Vincent didn't fight. Well, didn't fight much. Rarely even. With Kiara's attack, Vincent sent three bullets -hopefully- into Webster's chest. But, once again he was up and looking for trouble. While he was focused on Kiara, again, Vincent slumped back taking aim at Rebel again.

"Lighten the load a little shall we..." He mumbled lightly as he aimed. His eyebrow raised at the sight of Rebel glaring and growling.

Rebel had merely turned his head at the random kick to the leg. "Oh yes, my apologies. I didn't mean to forget-" And then the sudden pain in his leg had him hissing and growling in pain. His eyes darkened as he glared at the girl. "Alright, fine...I guess you'd rather play rough..." Rebel ignored the pain, not saying a word about it- more or less because he was insulted- and kept toward Mary.

With claws retracted, he aimed to use them to give precise cuts to Death's body. Even if she dodged it, she'd still be running away and not interfering.

"Oh no you don't." Vincent took the shot while Webster was distracted and aimed for Rebel's leg when he jumped.

More pain went into that same leg that had been decaying, but Rebel forced his way through it and still reached to claw at Mary. When he landed, he leaned his weight all on his left leg, once again, ignoring the pain in his right leg.

He was fully prepare to get his job done just as he promised Webster. And he was even more sure that he'd prove that he was no one's pet...or bitch. If Webster didn't kill them first, he would have a fun time doing so...

[TheWendil]

"Eeep!"

Suddenly this heroic thing didn't sound so fun anymore, and Mary turned tail and fled. She began running circles around the battle, the demon hot on her heels. Kiara rolled her eyes, biting back a groan. Well, she supposed that was one way to distract the pet.

"You shouldn't be worrying about her." Webster pushed Kiara back, making her tumble on the sand. "Death has the gift of immortality. You? Well, I'm pretty sure you don't." Lifting his blade up, the Devil was poised to finish it off. Suddenly, he stumbled backwards and clutched his chest in pain. Looking down, he saw three fresh bullets embedded in his body. Hissing at Vincent, the dark man lifted a finger and sent a shroud of black sand heading his way.

Seeing this, Kiara placed Volunta behind her and shot off a burst of energy. The force propelled heron the ground, and she hit Vincent's legs dead on, forcing him to trip and fall. A second later, the cloud of black sand sailed overheard. A second too soon, and it would have been over. Getting up, Kiara dusted her coat off and extended a hand to Vincent.

"Black sand, huh? I thought this would be a fair fight. Somewhat at least."

Webster chuckled as the black sand hovered over his shoulders now, waiting for its master's commands. "Didn't anyone ever tell you girl? The Devil always cheats."

[AkiBlue]

"She's such a child."

Vincent shook his head and sighed for a brief moment. Death was more afraid of one mortal demon- more than they were afraid of the Devil himself. Something was wrong with that picture.

His focus returned to their main problem- Webster. He was slightly surprised when he noticed that the bullets hit him. The surprise diminished quickly when he realized the next attack was directed towards him.

One thing led to another and he found himself on the ground- a bit painfully. But he would more rather have the pain in his leg than the one of the black sand hitting him on the chest. "Effective, but ow." He spoke as they were on the ground.

"What happened to cheaters never win?"

Vincent watched the black sand carefully to make sure it made no sudden movements. "Hey, want to see how many times we can hit that target?" When he said 'that', he pointed right at Webster's chest. "I've already got three up on you."

Vincent took the first few shots in order to test out the black sand. It wouldn't have been ver smart to jump right into things so, instead of waiting for Webster get close and attempt to kill them, Vincent shot him at a 'safer' distance.

*

"Bratty girl, come back. There's no need to run, I just wanted to play a game!" By now, Rebel was simply walking after her. She kept going in circles, so occasionally he would turn and use his enhanced speed to meet her on the other side- in which she'd turn around again.

Well, it was one way to distract her.

[TheWendil]

The black sand reacted almost instantly, darting back and forth to catch the bullets before they reached Webster. Grinning, the Devil pointed his blade and the sand flung the bullets right back at the,. "Whoah!" Kiara hit the ground a second time as the bullets whizzed by her head. Picking herself up, she glared at Webster and shot a few energy shots at him for good measure. "I'm getting real sick of dusting sand out of my hair!" The bullets of energy were once more caught by the black sand. This time though, it held there for a few moments before exploding, sending particles of black sand spraying. However, the sand recovered, and it only took a second or two for the barrier to be put up once more.

Webster shook his head at their efforts. "Well, you two are the most fun I've had all century. I suppose I can give you that." He pointed the top of his black blade right at them. Part of the black sand began to break off and disperse. The dark substance coated his blade, giving with it a demonic energy and a dark hum.

"Before I kill you two, I might as well ask for your names. That way, I know who's corpses I'm laughing at."

Kiara scoffed, gripping Volunta in a defensive position. "What, so now you're using manners? Dude, you are messed up." Nevertheless, a grin spread across Kiara's face. "The name's Kiara. Kiara Bastion. That goo enough for you?"

Mary paused in her running to look in the direction of the real battle. Introductions, huh? "And I'm Mary! Mary the Angel of De-eek!" She turned tail and fled in the opposite direction when Rebel turned and appeared in front of her. As she did so, wailed at the cruelness of it all. "It's not fair! I never get a cool intro to these things!"

[AkiBlue]

"Well, obviously that's not going to work."

Vincent had to dodge his own bullets after they were shot at Webster. How unfair could this get?  Well, that was explained when Webster decided to enhance his blaze with the dams that continuously was close to murdering them.

"Oh good, and I thought we were beginning to bore you." Vincent looked for a clear spot to shoot. He had to fire without hitting the black sand if he wanted to actually hit Webster.  Which even without the black sand seemed pretty ineffective. Even Kiara's energy attacks were being brushed aside.

"Vincent" He started when he was asked to introduce himself. But in the middle of his speech his eyes focused on Mary and Rebel chasing each other. "Vincent Asher."

Though as he said his name, he took a shot at the demon behind Webster. Rebel wasn't passing attention, so unless Webster stopped the bullet,  Rebel would get a bullet straight in his chest.

It was even better that he was laughing at Mary's attempt of bravery and failure... Or whatever you could call that. 

"Just stay out of reach Mary. I doubt he can do much anyway!"

That little comment received a growl from Rebel. Only upsetting him further. But he promised to distract the kid, so he would.

[TheWendil]

A torrent of black sand caught the bullet mere inches away from Rebel's demonic heart. Webster turned his gaze over to his assistant, one red eye gleaming in annoyance. "I think that's enough play time Rebel. Another mishap like that, and I won't be so hesitant in letting them riddle you with bullets.

Mary stopped in her tracks, taking the time to spit her tongue out at the demon. It was starting to become a common occurrence at this point, and one had to wonder if it was the only insult she was capable of. "Hehe, serves you right! You got told off by the Devil!" she teased. Apparently not.

Webster turned his attention back to Vincent and Kiara. "Ignore her Rebel. I'm giving you a new game to play." He raised his blade in position, preparing for the lung in strike. "I think these two need a demonstration of your combat abilities Rebel. How about it then? Whoever kills them first gets have fun with Death. If you win, I'll even let you make a few drinks out of their blood. Sounds fair?" Without waiting for an answer, Webster dashed forward and slashed wildly.

Kiara gritted her teeth as she barely parried each blow. She had to be careful now, as each strike sent a spray of black sand flying in different directions. She knew all too well the consequences of getting too close. One false move was all that was needed. . .

[AkiBlue]

Rebel said nothing towards Webster's comment and possible threat. It was embarrassing, and yet some how he even kept calm when Mary teased him. 'How shameful.' He had let Webster down, and now he was going to have prove himself all over again. His arms crossed as he waited for the new task Webster planned on giving.

As the Devil's blade pointed at them, Vincent started to say something to Kiara. But apparently, Webster was in a rush to kill them both. He ended up pushing Kiara and jumping out of the way of his first attack. From there, it seemed that his focus was more on her than him. This gave Vincent ample opportunity to get a few head shots in. But as he tried, sudden sharp pains went down his arms, making him lower his weapon.

Rebel appeared in front of him, licking blood off the side of the blade. "Heh, this will be a fun game to play." One blade became two, and he prepared to strike again.

"I don't have time for you pet." Vincent rolled his eyes and once again aimed to get a few head shots while Webster was distracted, but once again he felt random pains. This time all over his body.

Rebel suppressed a growl toward the comment. "You should really pay attention to yourself. If I keep this up, you'll be dead. But I decided to have you with a slow death. So far, I've only cut one of your veins, which means you'll start to bleed out. Don't worry though. I'll need some of that blood for the drinks I'll be making."

Vincent sighed in frustration. He had to worry about speedster cutting holes into his body. Still, it wasn't as bad as Kiara.  "Fine. Since got want took hat in my way, I'll kill you first."

"Ha, cute. Good luck." And then,  Vincent was now avoiding or trying to avoid the multiple knife wounds.

[TheWendil]

Kiara looked to the side to see Rebel now going on the offensive, slashing away at her partner. "Vince-" The clash of metal distracted her, and she was forced back by Webster's sword. The Devil peered at her face, his eyes flashing a blood red.

"Shouldn't you be worrying about yourself girl?" Kiara held the blade back, but Webster was slowly gaining ground on her. Chuckling, Webster leaned in again. "Hey, have you ever heard that old rumor? That those born with crimson eyes are said to possess the powers of God?" Kiara tensed, knowing where this was going. Webster's eyes flashed once more, and suddenly he appeared behind her. Before she could react, he made a clean strike at her right hand before kicking her in the back.

Skidding forward, Kiara gritted her teeth as the pain started to set in. "Damnit. . ." Volunta was on the ground next to her, only about a few inches. Reaching in to grab it, she stiffened again when Webster pinning her to the ground with his boot. She glared up at the Devil, starting to feel weaker as her strength faded. "Well. . . uh, shit."

Webster grinned. "You're damn right."

At that moment, Mary appeared and began kicking Webster's shin the same way she had done to Rebel. Instead of the usual consuming shadows, nothing happened. Mary ignored this and continued wailing away. Webster sighed, directing his gaze on Death now. "Haven't we done this before? You can't kill me Mary. I'm the Devil. And you're Death. We're kinda stuck here you know."

Mary huffed. "Doesn't mean I can't help. Besides, you're still a big fat meanie!" Kiara looked up at the girl in wonder. She supposed this new bout of confidence came from dealing a blow on Rebel. Well, whatever worked.

[AkiBlue]

"You know, you're really annoying..." After so many slashes and cuts, the loss of blood was starting to get noticeable. Vincent watched as Rebel chuckled and walked forward. He had three knives, all painted red from Vincent. "That's three so far. And you're all ready slowing down. Heh, I haven't even used my actual powers." Thanks to the demon, Vincent's shirt was tattered. "You both talk way too much."

Vincent stood straight and looked over to see Kiara losing the little advantage she had. "Kia-" He paused, and jumped back when Rebel ran toward him. "I see you're getting used to this."

Vincent was getting tired of being on the defensive, so workout warning, he shot at Rebel. This time when it was dodged, Rebel got close to Vincent, staring directly into his eyes. Just as Vincent was about to shoot, Rebel's eyes darkened, making him stop and stare.

His penance state wasn't just useful for hypnotic inducement, but also fear inducement. And as Vincent stared, his own fears began to play in his eyes. "Succumb to the fear~" While, Vincent was frozen in fear, Rebel pressed the blade to his stomach.

Somehow, someway the 'big fat meanie' echoed in his head making him remember that it was all in his head. There were things worse than his petty fears- like fighting the devil and his pet. Reality hit harder when he felt that familiar blade go into his stomach. In retaliation,  Rebel received a bullet in his shoulder, and then at his side.

"Man, that... hurts...a lot." Vincent held his stomach, slightly bent over.

Rebel growled and prepared to strike, this time ending it for good. "Don't worry, I can stop that for you."

[TheWendil]

Kiara took Mary's distraction to heart as she ripped her hand away from Webster's boot. Before he could stop her, she gripped Volunta in her hand and hastily fired a shot of energy at Rebel. She didn't care if it hit him in a critical point or not, but as long as it stopped his advances on Vincent, it was good enough. Webster noticed this and proceeded to kick Kiara in the gut. The traveler gasped in pain as she clutched her abdomen. She continued to glare up at the Devil, determined not to let him see her in pain.

Webster sighed at her persistence. "Why don't you just give up?"

Mary kicked him again, and this time he whirled his blade at her. "And you can shut up!" he snarled.

"Eep!" Mary backed away and chose to watch the confrontation from a safer distance. She'd strike again when things were more safe. And less scary. Webster turned back to Kiara. "Now where were we. . .?" She was gone. Narrowing his eyes, he looked around until he finally caught her limping over to Vincent.

"Oh. Oh that's a neat little trick of yours. But it's still weak." In a flash, Webster appeared by Rebel's side, facing the two wounded travelers now. "The power to make people forget about your existence? That's some interesting magic right there."

Kiara continued to clutch her side, checking to make sure Vincent was ok. This wasn't good. They were getting desperate now, and the Devil knew it. She was being forced to resort to more magic, but she only knew so much. Breathing, she gave Vincent a shaky thumbs up.

"So. . .partner. . .any ideas now? Cause I'm all ears at this point."

[AkiBlue]

Vincent saw Rebel's foot steps get closer and closer, but suddenly they stopped. When he's looked up to see why he wasn't being attacked, he saw what looked like black blood pouring down his arm. "Wonderful. Best shot yet. Though, still not as cool as me shooting Webster. "Heh, try your own blood for your drinks."

Rebel held his shoulder, biting back a pained growl. The two just wanted to die today.

Vincent was still bent forward, mainly trying to keep his blood from pouring out. He glanced over at Kiara and chuckled lightly. "I'm still on the not dying plan. But I think I'm failing that one." His voice lowered, as he thought of more ideas. His thoughts were a bit clouded, but he managed to think of something.

"Aren't those guys like... allergic to all things holy or something?" He paused in order to think of how to explain it. "You know, prayers and crosses and holy water?" He winced a little before talking again. "I mean, aren't we working for the big guy anyway?"

"What are those two mumbling about?" Rebel frowned, but paused to stand next to Webster. "They're practically dead now." Rebel moved the three blades into his left hand, since his right arm had been damaged badly. 

"Or you could always call your angel buddy for a favor. But I doubt that will work. Maybe... maybe we can piss off Mary. Who knows what happens with an angry Death.." Vincent was out of ideas at that point. And he felt slightly delusional. It was probably the after effect of that fear inducement.
Thinking about it made him shudder a little.

[TheWendil]

Kiara chuckled harshly. "Yeah, cause prayers kept these guys away from before. But I think you're on to something with Mary there." She glanced over at the little girl now who still kept her distance away from the fighting. The Devil was one thing, but wasn't Death supposed to be like one of those primordial forces of the universe? Or something like that? All things died, so it made sense that Mary would effectively be omnipotent. As she was now, she just got in the way and complained. But what if Vincent was right? What if Death was pushed to her limits and then. . .what? No one knew. No one but the Big Man himself.

Kiara whispered, "I think we should go for that. Piss off Mary I mean. It's worth as shot at least and its better than dying like animals."

Webster shook his head at their whispering. "Plans and such won't help you now I'm afraid. Especially since you both are on your last legs." The Devil turned to Webster, bored of the situation now. "Finish them," he ordered.

Kiara looked frantically at the two demon and then back at Mary. How were they supposed to annoy Death again?

[AkiBlue]

"Aren't you the one that always gets into fights with her? Shouldn't that be your area of expertise?" The male slowly stood, trying to make it painless as possible.

"Hey, let us have our moment. If you're going to kill us, we should be able to at least say final words to each other." It was just to stall time while they planned. But even if it didn't work, they had pretty much come to the conclusion that they were forcing Mary into being their last chance.

"Uh, no. I'm just going to kill you both now." Rebel chuckled and walked forward, holding his knives tighter. "Two quick slices across the neck will end it."

Crud. They had a plan, but how were they suppose to implement it? "Hey...pet," Man, his those knives were sharp. He ignored Rebel and his glare and growls. "What did you call Mary over there? When you were chasing her around?"

Rebel raised an eyebrow. "That loss of blood had gotten you delusional. Heh, good. If you must know before you die, I called her a brat. A clueless one at that. She doesn't deserve to be called the Angel of Death."

That's what he was going to rely on. Those two talking way too much for their own good. "What about you Web? I'm curious to know. It is her job to take dead people and all."

[TheWendil]

Kiara sniffed at Vincent's statement. "Hey, she's the one who starts up half those fights!" Seeing that their distraction method wasn't working, Kiara braced herself for the knives. Luckily, Vincent was quick on his feet and began to implement the new plan. Webster gave the two a bored expression, twirling his blade now in his hand.

"Heh, that girl is a fool. A stupid fool at that. Taking the souls of the deceased? She can't even do that right."

Mary blinked at that. "H-Hey. I do my job right."

Webster ignored her, continuing his rant. "She's a childish, incompetent, and delusional brat. Her existence is only reliant on the beings around her. Without others, she's nothing. And she will remain nothing! Just another mistake made by the Big Man upstairs. She's not meant to be Death. In the end, she's just one ungrateful, undeserving, idiotic brat who cries every time she trips over her own damned feet." Webster grinned. "But that's besides the point. Now she's got another job to do since you'll both be killed in a couple of seconds. Hopefully she won't screw up this time."

Getting up, Kiara turned her eyes on Mary. She saw the Death was now shaking her head, as if trying to deny the Devil's words.

"Y-You're wrong! I'm not a kid! I'm not a brat! I'm. . .I-I'm. . .I do my job. . .my job isn't. . ."

Kiara smirked. Here goes the shot. "Mary! You gonna take that from him?" Death looked at her now, a blank expression in her eyes. "What? Is Death really just a little girl? So scared of a demon that she has to go cry in the corner? If you can't even deal with someone as weak as the Devil's personal bitch, then you really aren't cut out for the job. And you know what else? That makes you a brat."

Silence. For a moment Kiara froze in terror, the fear that the plan didn't work creeping through her. Webster took notice of the stillness, and so brandished his blade. "Well, play time is over kids. Time to di-"

An explosion of energy rocked the town, causing the very ground to roar and tremble. The source of it all stood motionless, her eyes cast downward. "I-. . .I'm not. . ." A hand burst forward from the ground. A bony hand infested with maggots and flies. "I'm not. .. ." More hands burst out, and this time whole decomposed bodies howled into the sky. Speaking of said sky, large gray clouds blocked the sun, bathing the area in half darkness.

Marianne looked up now, her purple eyes glowing and devoid of all emotion and light. "I'm not a brat!" Two giant wings sprouted from her back. They were pale gray in color and were torn and tattered, appearing to be a strange mixture of bone and feather. "I'm not a brat!" A pair of metal gauntlets began materializing on her hands, and she knelt down. "I'm not a brat!" She covered her ears as if blocking some unheard noise and continued screaming madly.

"I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not-"

As her madness mantra continued, the undead creatures snarled and groaned into the blackened sky. Turning their inhuman eyes on the Devil and his demon, they charged forward with torn flesh and limbs in hand. Mary had just effectively summoned an undead army.

Startled by the whole thing, Kiara looked at Vincent in shock. "What the hell did we just do?" Interesting choice of words, because that's what was happening before their eyes right now. Walking Hell on Earth.

[AkiBlue]

"Face it Kiara, you fight with a kid." That blank expression was the first thing to make Vincent stand up straight and pull Kiara back with a bloodied hand. "It's going to get less and less safe here because of that..."

And then Kiara put the icing on the cake. Her taunts held a special place in Mary's heart. Vincent was positive it was working now. That still silence waspl pretty intimidating. Fear stopped him for a brief moment, but soon enough, he was stepping backwards again.

"Oh no you don't. You're not get-" Rebel turned and watched Mary have a tantrum, noticing the hands sticking out of the ground. He couldn't help but smirk at her childish whining. "Oh look, the kid finally is making use of herself. Still a big brat."

Vincent turned on his heel and pulled Kiara along. "There is a short span of time to get out before those things attack us too. Off to the little shack." Before she could ask why, he answered. "Mary won't destroy the one place she thought was safe. And if I'm right, all her anger is directed at those two idiots." He continued walking, letting her go so he could hold his stomach. "If we're lucky, Mary will at least be able to kill the pet. That one isn't immortal."

Thankfully, the distraction made a perfect getaway. When the two disappeared, Rebel turned and frowned. "The two disappeared." As he went forward to follow the scent of blood, more undead creatures began to surround the two. And the dead smell blocked the scent of blood. " These have become a nuisance. Plan sir?" Rebel head thought to just slice them all up, but they were already dead so he was sure they'd just get up again. And his penance state only worked when the creature had a soul.

Vincent leaned against the door of the shack, before sliding down to the floor. "So I vote sit here until Mary is done with play time... we can pick her up later." He looked down at the multiple wounds he had, mainly the three specific ones that wouldn't stop bleeding. By that time, he had taken the tattered remains of his shirt off. "Great. I kind of liked that shirt." Now he was going to have to stop his injuries before they became a bigger problem than needed.

[TheWendil]

Kiara winced as she settled on the bed. Her back still stung from the wounds Webster inflicted. "That sound about right," she answered Vincent. If Mary could be tricked into helping them, maybe the same could be said for Sandal? Fat chance she told herself. But hey, it was the thought that counted, right?

Outside, the area only became more and more chaotic. Webster narrowed his eyes at this turn of the situation. It was rare for Death to get worked up like this. Extremely rare. At the added insult from Rebel, Mary looked up and glared at the demon. A squishing sound was heard, and several sockets began to open up on her wings. Red eyes. Hundreds of red eyes were now staring back at the two. Mary rushed forward and clamped a clawed hand around Rebel's throat. Her eyes were wild, and with a free hand, she began tearing out Rebel's abdomen.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut u-"

Webster launched forward and impaled his blade in her chest. It was enough to get her to cease the attack on Rebel and focusing her anger on him. She lashed out, tearing away the Devil's arm. Skidding back, Webster held his sword in the other hand. "Rebel. If you're not dead yet, go on ahead and deal with the other two. You're can't kill Death, so make yourself useful somewhere else." Webster's stump of an arm began to glow a deep red. Cells began to reform, and soon the Devil had a new arm to wield.

Mary giggled madly before setting her winged eyes on her new pray.

"Why don't you just die? Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die!"

[AkiBlue]

Vincent made the tattered shirt useful and wrapped bits around his arm, and the other on his leg. He didn't have enough bandages to cover the wound in his stomach, so he just left it be. "Well. This is exciting." He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "Too exciting... I think a nap would be... refreshing." He yawned and listened to the chorus of attacks outside. As long as they stayed inside, they'd have time to catch their breath.

Hopefully.

Rebel was not prepared for the attack he received, and he could only fall to his hands and knees when Webster saved him. His black blood spilled and he coughed, running his neck. Thankfully his demonic nature allowed him to heal to the extent that he wouldn't die (nothing like Webster's healing), but the attack was still painful. He winced lightly when he was told to make himself useful somewhere else, but slowly got up and nodded.

"I will." Was all he said as he stalked off to kill the other two. It took a few moments to get the undead smell out of his scent. It made him wander the small town- but it wasn't long before he caught a trail of blood. "Ah, you can't hide for long." He quickly began to follow the faint trail.

Vincent was still leaning against the door when he frowned. "I have a bad feeling. One of those impending doom feelings... I may just be paranoid, but, I don't like the feeling." He moved away from the door, and glanced at the one small window. If they needed to escape, he was sure Kiara could fit through it, but him not so much. Moving from the door, he sat on the bed and then laid back much like when they had first found Mary.

Though, this time, he wasn't falling asleep. Not any time soon at least. "What do you plan on doing if we make it out of this mess?" It was a random question, but it eased him, a little.