Eventually, the two demons found themselves walking into the city. It didn't take very long to map out the area. No people were in sight, and Webster assumed that they were either too frightened or were killed in their sleep by the black sand. Didn't matter. His only concern now were Angel and the potential rebels who dared to oppose him. He flicked his gaze toward the water fountain that marked the heart of Durgen. He could smell them now. Their doubt, their fear. And her. A dark chuckled escaped his lips. Yes, her scent was the strongest of all.

The smell of Death.

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Kiara followed Vincent out the shack and saw the same as he did. The black sand had indeed reclined back into the corners of the town, almost as if it was hiding from something. It chose to slither around in the shadows. Cautiously, Mary peeked her head out before following Kiara and Vincent. The trio began walking further into the town. "Looks like Sandal lied again," Kiara mused. "Didn't he say the Devil would be here at sunset?"

Mary scowled at the angel's name. "He's always going around and lying to people. He's such a jerk! How do you even know him?"

"Uh, he was the one who brought us back."

"He what!" Mary began to kick up small clouds of dust around her in annoyance. "That stupid angel! He's always doing this to me! Cheating me out by bringing back a few losers. This is why I never get anything done!" While Mary continued to rant about the unfairness of her job, Kiara noticed movement from the corner of her eye. She dipped her hand into her coat pocket, ready to summon Volunta if needed. What she saw next was enough to send a wave of despair over her.

What appeared to be a cowboy dressed in black emerged from the dust and into their view. He was accompanied by a red haired man, and despite them being a fair mile away, the two strangers seemed to travel faster than normal. Eventually, the two demons were only ten feet away from them. The man in black tipped his hat upward and, his unholy eyes taking a good long look at the ones who had dared to challenge him. "Well hello there young ones," he said sweetly. "I guess you're the source then. Such a pity." Webster caught Mary's eye and the girl stopped mid-rant to stare back in fear.

Webster chuckled. "Of course, I assume you already know who I am no thanks to her. It's been a while Mary. About a couple of eons?"

Mary's fear stricken expression turned to one of glared anger. She had forgotten how [i]smug[/i] the Devil could be.

Webster brushed off Death's gaze with a chuckle. "Now why the cold shoulder? If anything, I think we've only been making your job that much easier. Wouldn't you agree?"