"Wha-?" Kiara blinked awake and looked up at Vincent. He seemed worried about something. Instinctively, she glanced over at the still sleeping form of Mary. But that's all she was; still sleeping. So that wasn't the problem. Getting up, Kiara followed Vincent's gaze to outside the shack. Needless to say, she couldn't quite believe that her eyes weren't lying. But no, what she saw was the truth and all of it. 

"That's. . .you've gotta be kidding me."

Right in front of them, and still gaining momentum was a wave of darkness. On closer inspection, Kiara saw that the wave was collapsing in on itself, as if made from a grainy substance. She suppressed a groan. Great. More black sand. That meant only one thing. Judgement day had arrived. The wave didn't seem to be advancing, in fact taking its time of swirling through town. It rolled in the streets, bringing with it several more feelings of sorrow and negativity. Kiara shivered. Such overwhelming emotion. . .it was almost enough to swallow her whole.

Backing away, she promptly slammed the door. "Ok, so now what?"

"You two are in trouble, aren't you?" Mary had woken up, sitting idly on the bed. Her purple eyes held curiosity in its depths.

---

Webster waited on the very outskirts of town. It was a simple ploy really. Wait for the black storm to swamp out the inhabitants, then swoop in and murder any survivors. That was usually how these things went. He was about to reply to Rebel's statement when he stopped. What was this? He focused more now, genuinely interested in this new development. No. . .it couldn't be. Could it?

A wicked grin spread across the Devil's lips, his crimson eyes gleaming with new amusement. Well, well. This was unexpected. "It looks like we have a new player in our game," he told his assistant. "Tell me Rebel. Have you ever met the Angel of Death?"

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"Yeah, so are you gonna help us? Or just sit there all day?"

Mary crossed her arms and glared at Kiara's words. "Well, I don't know what I'd be able to do. And didn't I tell you before? Webster is scary!" She pulled another pillow over her head, further proving her point. Kiara rolled her eyes. This was getting nowhere. 

"Look. We already said we'd protect you. But it's not a one way deal. You can help us too you know."

The young girl took a few extra moments hiding under her pillow fort before finally coming out. She wasn't gonna like this. But hey, it was her job to keep the balance, right? Plus, this could be the chance to finally get back at the Devil, that meany. . . "Alright," Death conceded. "What do you want me to do?"

Kiara shrugged. "Can't you will the sand away? Like you did with the demon?"

Mary's brow furrowed in irritation. "It only works on living things dummy."