An extremely loud shout echoed through the streets saying one word. "HEATHENS!" As the echo reached the Hell Prides, thousands of papers started to swarm around the entire group. "Did you think you would get away with killing this many innocents?" As soon as the figure finished his sentence he lifted his right hand and started to produce silver knifes flinging each one into either a lesser demon's heart or head. About 30 seconds later, half of the Hell Prides were on the ground, slowly turned to ash. 

	"My name is Black Mist, nice to make your acquaintance." Then he smiled as he pulled out a giant silver cross blade about the size of himself. That smile not only made the people on the bus somewhat nervous, but even the Wrath was somewhat unnerved by that smile. Black Mist started to run through the crowd of demons slicing them like a hot knife through butter. He kept cutting a swathe through the lines of enemies, and even had time to stop and throw knifes at the ones he missed with his cross. He finally reached the Wrath, and he stopped [i]That is one big demon.[/i]"Hey! You better either swallow that bomb, or I'll stuff it down your throat!" The Wrath proceeded to try and throw it at the bus, but the 35 knifes now in his arms said otherwise.While the bomb was over his head his arms slowly [i]and painfully[/i] burnt to a crisp, and the bomb fell down right onto his skull. Which didn't do much, but then Black Mist cut off his jaw and then stuffed the still active bomb down his throat. "And to make sure you don't upchuck it!" Black Mist sticks three knifes through its throat.

	As Black Mist walked toward the bus he snapped his fingers and the paper notes surrounding the group now solely swirled around the Wrath, and the explosion was contained within the notes, but the notes were destroyed afterward. He wiped out the blood, and cleared his throat. "My children are you okay?"