Without another word, the dark man trudged forward with the full intent of entering the town. He wanted to greet the Angel of Death himself with his own crimson eyes. "You're correct," Webster called out behind him to his assistant. "We can't kill her. All we can do is make sure she doesn't interfere." The Devil's left hand reached instinctively for the blade still sheathed to his back. "But we don't need to kill her. Just give her a reason not to stand in our way. We don't need her blabbering about us to any higher ups."

He gave Rebel a sadistic smirk. "That's why I'm placing you with the task of scarring the little girl for me."

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"Webster [i]is[/i] immortal", Mary told them. "You can't kill him. All you can do is try to stop him in whatever crazy plan he's up to this time."

"This time?" Kiara echoed. "You mean, he's done this before?"

Mary tapped her foot in annoyance. "Well duh! What, you think this is a once in a lifetime thing or something? This is like, what, the 52nd time the Devil has made a comeback now? Every few hundred years some angel picks two strangers and sets them off to fight Webster, or whatever name he used back then. You thought you two were special or something?" 

"I. . .guess not." Well, there went the whole point of their quest. Not that it had a point to begin with. But Kiara only scoffed as she turned to the door with new determination. "Well, if we're just like everyone else, we might as well do our job right."

Mary shook her head at the other girl's willingness to face the Devil. "I'll never understand you humans. It's almost like you want to die or something. Whatever. . .I'll try to distract Webster's assistant. B-But I'm not doing it alone! You two are gonna come with me. He's too scary. . ." She looked down nervously at the floor. Kiara had to hold back a laugh. Death was afraid of some puny demon? And this guy was Webster's pet? Kiara supposed that whoever this assistant was, he wasn't exactly the best with children. But then again, no demon was.

"Then it's settled. We'll help distract the pet and somehow find a way to beat Webster. All at the same time. . .lovely." Staring at the door in front of them, the sound of the sand pounding against the wind grew louder, and the sense of dread increased. Suddenly, she wasn't so confident anymore to meet what was outside the shack.

"So, er, who goes first?"