Kiara ducked down as the bullet whizzed by her and hit the demon head on. She gave Vincent a nod of thanks before continuing on with her plan. "Listen, I got a plan ok. It's a risky plan, and it might end up backfiring on us. . .but hey, it's something right?" She kept one eye on Webster's recovering form, hoping that they had a little more time left.

"Alright, here's my theory. Mary is Death itself, right? Wherever she goes, things die with her. We've already established that." Webster began to rise up now, his damaged eye streaming blood down his face. He didn't care though. A sick grin presented itself on his lips, the black sand hovering behind him ominously.

"You two will be the first to experience. . .my new reign in Hell!"

Kiara waved his words away. "Ignore him. Anyway, what about when Death's sleeping? Think about it. . .if Death is out of the picture for just a few moments, maybe even longer, what happens around us? If Death itself is gone. . .what then?"

Webster flashed before the two now with inhumane speed. It took all of her instincts for Kiara to parry the wicked blows of his sword with Volunta. Trying to concentrate on the telling of her plan and dodging the Devil proved to be more difficult than she imagined.

"Vincent! Basically. . .put Death to sleep, and we can't die anymore!"