Kiara chuckled harshly. "Yeah, cause prayers kept these guys away from before. But I think you're on to something with Mary there." She glanced over at the little girl now who still kept her distance away from the fighting. The Devil was one thing, but wasn't Death supposed to be like one of those primordial forces of the universe? Or something like that? All things died, so it made sense that Mary would effectively be omnipotent. As she was now, she just got in the way and complained. But what if Vincent was right? What if Death was pushed to her limits and then. . .what? No one knew. No one but the Big Man himself.

Kiara whispered, "I think we should go for that. Piss off Mary I mean. It's worth as shot at least and its better than dying like animals."

Webster shook his head at their whispering. "Plans and such won't help you now I'm afraid. Especially since you both are on your last legs." The Devil turned to Webster, bored of the situation now. "Finish them," he ordered.

Kiara looked frantically at the two demon and then back at Mary. How were they supposed to annoy Death again?