The bullets made direct impact, sending Webster to a stagger. More blood was coughed up from the mouth, and he glared at the three with hate. Those three. . .sitting there as if they had all the time in the world! It was sickening! Pathetic! A mockery! Now reduced to a slow crawl, Webster raised his sword for one last blow. One final, desperate attack. An attack that never came.

A streak of light appeared from the sky, blinding the demon even further. How he was able to sense and see his surroundings without the use of eyes was beyond anyone. Even still, it didn't deter his insane mission until a figure stood in his way. It was a grinning Sandal. Kiara looked up and blinked, her eyes not sure if they were deceiving her. Lo and behold Sandal himself had showed up to finish this once and for all.

Turning around, the cowboy waved at the trio. "Yo. How'd it go?"

Kiara pointed at the crippled Devil. "You tell me."

Smirking, Sandal faced the demon once more. "You just don't know when to quite, do you? How long have we done this now? Centuries? Eons? Longer than that? When will you realize that I'll always keep kicking your ass? If you can't even tempt me, what makes you think you can tempt humans?"

Webster spat, pointing his sword at Sandal. "You can't kill me. I'll rise up again. And next time you won't have your lackeys to stop me! You'll be powerless!"

Sandal simply shook his head at this, brushing off the Devil's words. "If that's what you think, than you really haven't learned at all, huh? Well, not my problem." With a snap of his fingers, the ground beneath began to crumple away and rip apart. A large, black coffin emerged and surrounded Webster. Red thorns dashed out, piercing his body and holding him in place, securing him to the coffin. 

The Devil did not struggle, rather instead setting his hate filled gaze at the Kiara and Vincent. "I'll kill you. Wherever you go, wherever you end up, I'll be there. I'll kill you. . .and you. . .and you. . .I'll kill you all! I'll murder your children, I'll burn your corpses, and I'll make sure you all burn in [b]Hell with me![/b]"

At that last line, the front of the coffin snapped close, sealing the Devil once more. His black cowboy hat had fallen off throughout the whole ordeal and Sandal bent to pick it up. When his fingers brushed against the thing, it instantly crumbled away into a pile of black sand. The cowboy sighed. "Figures. Not a trace behind."

Mary crossed her arms and grinned. "Finally! That meanie's finally gone!"