Kiara grimaced at the idea of taking Death to the restroom. Like Vincent, she was exactly looking forward to that eventual outcome, but for much different reasons. Mary giggled at Kiara's expression, finally emerging from her pillow shield. 

"You know, I don't have to act like you humans. I can go on without food or a potty break."

"Then why don't you?"

Mary shrugged. "Because other humans would freak out if they knew I could survive without eating. . . ever. And just because I don't need food doesn't mean I'm still hungry." A low grumbling erupted that seemed to prove her point. "See! It's all about pleasing me!"

Kiara crossed her arms. "And what if we don't feel like pleasing your every whim like sane and normal people?"

"Well. . . I could always just kill you two." She said it in a normal manner, as if their lives meant absolutely nothing to her. In hindsight, they kind of didn't. "In fact, I don't even know why I'm wasting my time here. Couldn't I just kill you two and then get it over wit-"

"Ok, ok, I get it." Kiara pointed at the bed. "If we're forced to cater to your needs, then we might as well start with some bare necessities. Go to sleep."

"But I don't wan-"

"You need sleep like everyone else." Kiara's gaze softened just a bit. "We'll protect you. Promise. But you still need to sleep."

Mary gave her a tired glare before huffing and throwing the covers over her head. Several minutes passed, and soon they could hear her slow breathing. Kiara let out her own breath of relief, one she didn't even know she was holding. Did she just order Death to take a nap? Seemed so. Feeling her own strength drain, she chose sit in front of the door as a first line of defensive. Realizing that Vincent was knocked out as well, Kiara sighed and closed her own eyes.

How strange the world was. . .

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A town appeared in the distance. Nothing special and nothing new. They all looked the same to Webster. Its people all bled the same as well. Tipping his hat, he grinned as the storm of black sand danced around him wildly. "Well now. Looks like we're here early. Might as well send them some a parting gift. Something better than the last one."

The black sand whipped and howled, and soon it rose up and descended upon the town. Like a black plague from Hell, it slithered forward, and an unholy presence slowly inched itself closer and closer to Durgen.