Kiara sniffed at Vincent's statement. "Hey, she's the one who starts up half those fights!" Seeing that their distraction method wasn't working, Kiara braced herself for the knives. Luckily, Vincent was quick on his feet and began to implement the new plan. Webster gave the two a bored expression, twirling his blade now in his hand.

"Heh, that girl is a fool. A stupid fool at that. Taking the souls of the deceased? She can't even do that right."

Mary blinked at that. "H-Hey. I do my job right."

Webster ignored her, continuing his rant. "She's a childish, incompetent, and delusional brat. Her existence is only reliant on the beings around her. Without others, she's nothing. And she will remain nothing! Just another mistake made by the Big Man upstairs. She's not meant to be Death. In the end, she's just one ungrateful, undeserving, idiotic brat who cries every time she trips over her own damned feet." Webster grinned. "But that's besides the point. Now she's got another job to do since you'll both be killed in a couple of seconds. Hopefully she won't screw up this time."

Getting up, Kiara turned her eyes on Mary. She saw the Death was now shaking her head, as if trying to deny the Devil's words.

"Y-You're wrong! I'm not a kid! I'm not a brat! I'm. . .I-I'm. . .I do my job. . .my job isn't. . ."

Kiara smirked. Here goes the shot. "Mary! You gonna take that from him?" Death looked at her now, a blank expression in her eyes. "What? Is Death really just a little girl? So scared of a demon that she has to go cry in the corner? If you can't even deal with someone as weak as the Devil's personal bitch, then you really aren't cut out for the job. And you know what else? That makes you a [i]brat[/i]."

Silence. For a moment Kiara froze in terror, the fear that the plan didn't work creeping through her. Webster took notice of the stillness, and so brandished his blade. "Well, play time is over kids. Time to di-"

An explosion of energy rocked the town, causing the very ground to roar and tremble. The source of it all stood motionless, her eyes cast downward. "I-. . .I'm not. . ." A hand burst forward from the ground. A bony hand infested with maggots and flies. "I'm not. .. ." More hands burst out, and this time whole decomposed bodies howled into the sky. Speaking of said sky, large gray clouds blocked the sun, bathing the area in half darkness.

Marianne looked up now, her purple eyes glowing and devoid of all emotion and light. "I'm not a brat!" Two giant wings sprouted from her back. They were pale gray in color and were torn and tattered, appearing to be a strange mixture of bone and feather. "I'm not a brat!" A pair of metal gauntlets began materializing on her hands, and she knelt down. "I'm not a brat!" She covered her ears as if blocking some unheard noise and continued screaming madly.

"I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not a brat! I'm not-"

As her madness mantra continued, the undead creatures snarled and groaned into the blackened sky. Turning their inhuman eyes on the Devil and his demon, they charged forward with torn flesh and limbs in hand. Mary had just effectively summoned an undead army.

Startled by the whole thing, Kiara looked at Vincent in shock. "What the [b]hell[/b] did we just do?" Interesting choice of words, because that's what was happening before their eyes right now. Walking Hell on Earth.