Kiara sighed. "Probably. Considering her recent behavior, I'm pretty sure we're expected to calm her down." It would have been too easy to just have Death go on a rampage and expect things to be quiet again. No, it was always more complicated than that. Besides, Mary was much too far gone anyway to expect her child like mentality to have any sort of maturity. Sensing the dread get stronger, Kiara brandished Volunta in her good hand and prepared for the worse.

Of course, she didn't think the worse would involve having the front door fly right at you. She jumped out of the way just in time, right into Rebel's waiting knives. This time, Kiara did cry out as blood splattered on the floor beside her. She clutched her side before giving Rebel a glare before briefly noticing the wound Mary had inflicted on him earlier. Looks like Death had a hand in this after all.

"I'm. . .not. . .his girlfriend. . ." she said behind clenched teeth. With the last of her strength, she lunged forward and grabbed the demon by his ankles. Taking Volunta in hand, she plunged the sword tip into Rebel's leg. She clung on to dear life, shutting her eyes to bear the pain ripping at her side and back.

"Hey Vincent! If you're gonna do some heroic stuff then here's you chance!"

Outside, Webster stood in the middle of Mary's newly summoned and freshly created undead army. Flying above him, Mary pointed and giggled at the Devil's predicament. "Looky, looky! The Devil's found himself in a corner, like a rat in a trap! Hehehehehehehe!"

Webster cooly glared at her before a smirk creeped on his face. "If that's what you think, go ahead. But I assure you, even Death cannot stop my ambitions."

Mary raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "And what kind of ambitions are those? Hmm? What exactly little demon!?!?"

Webster's grin became slightly wider, and he tipped his cowboy hat forward. All in due time. . .