Kiara stiffened as the scene played out in front of her. Seeing the demon finally vanquished from this earth, Kiara relaxed her grip on Volunta. . .only to tense once more as she saw Vincent slump backwards. She ran to his side and caught him before he fell. Genuine terror raced through her veins for her moment until she saw the faint rise and fall of his chest. The wound Rebel had inflicted missed his heart by a mere few inches. She let out a sigh of relief she didn't even know she was holding. Good. He was only unconscious. He'd live.

Smirking down at his battered form, Kiara sighed in slight annoyance. "Almost gave me a heart attack there partner," she muttered.

Outside, the Devil paused in his slaughtering of the undead. He tipped his cowboy's hat upward, looking off into the distance. Rebel's presence was gone. Completely erased. Dead. Webster frowned. "Well now. Those two actually did it." He looked down at the ground now, knowing full well that Rebel was laying somewhere dormant back in Hell.

"Fool," he hissed. "Letting a few children defeat you. . ." Glaring, he turned his crimson gaze on Mary now. He'd deal with the lower demon later. Now was the time for judgement. He flickered out of sight, only to appear behind Mary. Lashing out, he swiped with his blade and made contact. Caught up in her own glee, Mary didn't notice until it was too late.

Half of her left wing became torn, and she skidded to the ground in a halt. Still, the sick smile did not leave her face. "Oh? Is the Devil feeling cornered now? Hehehehe! Look at you! You don't even have a plan!"

Webster's frown morphed into his own smirk at this, and he casually walked forward, taking swipes here and there at the undead. "Plan? Dear sweet Mary. I have no need for any plan. Or rather, my plan is quite simple. Killing every last living thing that crosses my red eyes.."

At this, Mary raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Hehehe, and what would that accomplish?"

"Oh nothing," the Devil replied. "Just everlasting Hell on earth. That's all."