that won't do.

[krasun-blog]

Okay, this guy was getting on her nerves.

“Hey, punkass. You call yourself Lucifer, but you’ve got no Pride under your sleeves. Can’t you trust that your Master can handle himself?” Well, in actuality, she couldn’t trust Leon either, but so far he had survived greater nightmares compared to this so she was not in the position to argue at all. She couldn’t believe that they have the gull to give them suspicious eyes when they’ve approached them for the sake of stopping him for being an idiot and approaching the Banshees before it was too late.

Preventing the nonsense from increasing, Leon stood in between of the heated argument. To be frank, he recognized that kind of reasoning and the other Lucifer was correct. It was only a suggestion that came as the blond thought both Demons would be quick enough to give them better amount of salt to use. He didn’t have to explain that part as he thought it was obvious already, but another suggestion was fine too. “Alright, then we’ll go find some salt together. How’s that?”

[mxrtifico]

“Trust and Pride do not always go hand in hand. You should know that. I do trust my Master to fend for himself to an extent, but you have not heard his thoughts as I have. Perhaps he will grow here and prove me wrong, but even so, I understand why I am his demon and he is my Master, so do not question my trust in him again. I. Am. Lucifer!” He angrily spat out the last three words, and if not for Leon stepping in between, he would have continued. Questioning his existence like that right in front of his Master—the nerve! She of all the demons ought to know how that would feel to him. It was as if he’d been slapped in the face. 

“Lucifer…calm down. The banshees are more important right now.” A hushed, telepathic ‘And thanks…I think.’ was silently added.

His anger slowly fading, the demon looked over at his Master and sighed, nodding his head to show his acknowledgement. 

Nick, for his part, had been taken aback by the argument between the demons and chose to stay a few steps away, just in case it turned into a physical fight. Thankfully, Leon stepping in took care of that problem, but now they had a much bigger problem to deal with. The arguing and tension in the air seemed to have attracted the the banshees and brought them closer—or perhaps time was simply not on their side. Their screams were louder than ever, and he quickly reached up his free hand to cover his left ear. Up until now, he hadn’t known what they looked like, but as he stared through the trees, a maiden dressed in all white emerged. In this situation, it could only be one thing. For a brief moment, he froze. 

Lucifer’s lips didn’t move, but he got the message to his Master all the same. ‘A banshee! Master, the salt! Throw it before she screams again!’

The banshee was right in front of him, and he was just close enough that he could make sure the salt Leon had given him made an impact. He pulled his arm back for the throw, and his fist shot forward, opening up just as the creature opened its mouth to scream. A little cloud of white granules exploded in the banshee’s face, and much to his relief, she was gone without a trace; vanished. “I think…we need to find that salt now. Let’s go.”

— END OF THREAD.

[mxrtifico]

He raised an eyebrow at the nearby buildings, looking at them with obvious speculation. “Those are inns? Huh. I never would’ve thought I’d see inns in Hell, even if they do look abandoned. Wouldn’t it be a good idea to hide in one of them, then?” 

He considered the suggestion of having his demon search for them, and it sounded like it would make things easier, but he didn’t understand how he and the other man would be any safer out in the open without their demons beside them. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked over at his companion. “Are you sure about this? Telling them to search is one thing, but how will splitting up from our demons do either of us any good?” He was starting to wonder if he was right to be wary of the man, especially since it was obvious who would win between the two of them if they fought.

Lucifer seemed to be in agreement.

“I can search if you order it, Master, but splitting up would be risky. I would rather not leave you with only a small handful of salt for a defense.” There was a low dig at his capabilities there, but Nick chose to ignore it. Now wasn’t the time to argue with his ally.   

[krasun-blog]

Okay, this guy was getting on her nerves.

"Hey, punkass. You call yourself Lucifer, but you've got no Pride under your sleeves. Can't you trust that your Master can handle himself?" Well, in actuality, she couldn't trust Leon either, but so far he had survived greater nightmares compared to this so she was not in the position to argue at all. She couldn't believe that they have the gull to give them suspicious eyes when they've approached them for the sake of stopping him for being an idiot and approaching the Banshees before it was too late.

Preventing the nonsense from increasing, Leon stood in between of the heated argument. To be frank, he recognized that kind of reasoning and the other Lucifer was correct. It was only a suggestion that came as the blond thought both Demons would be quick enough to give them better amount of salt to use. He didn't have to explain that part as he thought it was obvious already, but another suggestion was fine too. "Alright, then we'll go find some salt together. How's that?"

[mxrtifico]

“So Lucifer wasn’t lying…” He couldn’t tell if he was more disappointed or relieved. Those cries weren’t made by the real Charlie, which meant that his boss was probably safe, or hopefully, at least not involved in this sudden chaos. But…he missed his boss. The man had been like a father to him; a real one, not one who tossed him out the door as soon as possible. 

Holding out his hand, he accepted the salt and focused on what his new companion was saying instead. He needed to focus on dealing with the banshees, not dwelling on the past of a life that he wasn’t living anymore. His fist curled up tightly over the granules of salt in his hand, and nodded his head in agreement. He didn’t exactly trust the guy yet, but cooperation seemed like his best shot at survival. “If salt will really get rid of those things, that sounds like a plan, but where are we supposed to find more?”

Lucifer stepped up next to his Master, giving Nick an irritated glance. “It was unwise to run off like that, Master. You could have gotten yourself killed. Next time, listen to me. I was not lying to you.” Red eyes darker than those of his Master fell on the female presence among them, and he inclined his head towards her in greeting. “I was not expecting to meet another version of myself, but thank you for preventing my Master from doing something stupid.”

[krasun-blog]

At any given point, they'd run out of salt to use with these ridiculous monsters. Before long, their voices will be emptied alongside the crying noises which appears to increase with its volume as time goes on and the dawn strikes with its sunless clouds-- another night for them. Understanding the peril, Leon pointed the several buildings with its lights on and the rests behind them.

"Those are inns... you'll find a bunch of salt inside if you search hard enough." Taking a glance at the other's Demon, he suggested something. "I'd rather you tell him to search. It'd be safer if you're here with us. I can get Lucifer to accompany him."

Except the Demon of Pride didn't look like she could agree with that.

'No deal, Master."

[mxrtifico]

Nick was regretting his return to Invidia. He’d heard the screams coming from some other island the day before, but now they were here, so close that his ears were ringing. He ran from them, searching for a means of escaping the awful cries, and nearly tripped on a strange pink tree root in the process. He didn’t want to get involved with whatever was going on—how could he? He didn’t have…no.

The sinking feeling in his stomach hit him like a ton of bricks. How had he not realized it sooner? He didn’t have his gun, nor his scissors! Shit! If those screams meant trouble, he was as good as dead. The wailing sounds drew nearer, and to his horror, he recognized a voice among them. That was Charlie’s voice! That was his boss’s voice; it had to be! His gut reminded him of his boss’ death, but then again, he was dead too. He owed that man his life, and it sickened him that Charlie could be in danger, or maybe in pain—worse yet, both—and he didn’t have a means to help. He had to do something. He couldn’t keep running away; not now. “Lucifer! Help me out! Tell me what’s going on!”

He yelled for his demon over the nearby cries, and his personal representation of Pride materialized beside him, placing hands over his ears and speaking into his thoughts. “They are banshees, Master. Your boss is not among them. That is a trick to lure you to them, and they will kill you if they find you.”

“But…Charlie…” His voice cracked, and he would have shaken his head if not for the hands on either side of it. He wanted to believe what Lucifer was saying and ignore the screams, but he just couldn’t. The cries sounded too real; hit too close to home. Tearing away from Lucifer, he blindly ran towards the screaming—and straight into someone else. The impact caused him to stumble and reel back, and he put a hand to his shoulder, rubbing a sore spot. “Oof! Ouch…dammit.”

Wait—a person? “Boss…?” He blinked, taking a step back to look at the man he’d run into. His shoulders drooped, and the disappointment showed clear on his face. “Sorry—never mind. I’m looking for someone.”

[krasun-blog]

After waking up from the previous Island Leader's cruel blow to his face, they decided that they should separate and eliminate the roaming Banshees one by one with the amount of salt their Demons have collected from empty island inns. It wouldn't be sufficient to eradicate all at once, but using only a little amount at each should work fine. It's not as if there were only a few inns around. In actuality, most of them looked abandoned and what kind of inn doesn't have a bunch of salt in their kitchens or dining tables? Hellish one, probably.

If anything, Leon prevented the others from picking up the silver combs. It would lead to their own downfall, and the Banshees leaving them to scatter about was a way to lure people. Perhaps they were screaming about the curious' death, those fools who would be naive enough to surrender to that kind of thrill. When his Lucifer had found a man forcing his way to the nearby Banshee, she had immediately called her Master, and the pair did not waste a second to get near as quick as the time would let them. Instead of arriving nicely however, the man bumped into his masculine chest. What a good first impression to be had.

"I'm not sure who you're looking for but..." Leon could see... in the eyes of the other, even without him having to ask or for the presumably younger to tell, he was about to get near those things, weren't he? "They're out to kill all of us. Use these salt, or help me find more so we can get rid of them."

And as the blonde handed a few pinches on the palm of his new companion, Lucifer was eyeing something... or more like someone.

It was a variation of herself.

[fugitivesmantle-blog]

And right on cue, it seemed there were more of these bitches left for Leviathan to launch her salt at. She had every right mind to let her sister throw the salt, but now she knew it worked, she zoomed past the others to get a look in, before they decided to feast on them all after all their efforts. Good lord, poor Lucifer having to deal with this man more concerned with futile emotions than death itself.

Meanwhile, Bethany tried to gain her bearings on what had just happened. It was as though all of a sudden that Leon had knelt down next to her, startling her in the process, jumbling her thoughts about her going to touch the comb, and her initial fear of being startled in the first place. In a panicked state, the only thing that left Bethany’s mouth was a simple,

    “No!”

And with a flail of her arms, somehow, all too harshly, much to her own surprise, had accidentally smacked the male round the face with a clenched fist. Of course, she hadn’t meant to knock him down with a punch but here he was, and there she was.

     “Maker. Is this happening?”

[krasun-blog]

By now, no one's probably paying attention to whatever Leviathan the little bitch was doing. Both Lucifer and Bethany were focused on Leon's mental state and when he had rushed to pick up the deadly silver comb, the Demon of Pride immediately teleport to his direction but before she could even do anything to alter the events or even prevent anything from ever happening---

*SMACK*

Her Master was already stone cold on the ground. While that evidently wasn't a strong blow to render him dead, that did knock him unconscious.

This woman was dangerous. "Well, shit..." What was Lucifer supposed to do? Kill this bitch for what she did? But they were temporarily at arms and that was an accident, obviously.

"Ooooooh," furrowing her brow, the eldest Demon shook her head. "Guy deserved it for being dumb for a moment, I suppose."

--- END OF THREAD

[fugitivesmantle-blog]

Leviathan was taken aback by her hair being yanked. Oh lord would her dear sister pay for that one in the end. Though, her anger was quickly driven away by the state of the inn. Keeping her feet from the ground she glanced everywhere, shaking her head as she did so. Tapping an impatient hand against the frame of the way into the kitchen, Leviathan watched as her sister tried her hand at many pots, thrusting one towards her, eventually. Ugh, of course she was going to be the one who had to go through with this. Giving a mock smile, she took the pot and floated out of the house.

Well, if it worked at least she’d get the attention and praise for being a hero.

And that’s exactly what she needed to be right now.

Bethany had continued to run the distance. She hoped Leon was faring okay and the other two had found the salt they needed, as she began to tire. Legs giving way, Bethany slipped over, falling to her hands and knees with a yelp. Just as she’d gone to gain her bearings once more, the monsters were too close for her own comfort. A scream left her as the beasts went to close their distance, however, everything was cut short by a relieving noise.

      “DOOT DOOT DOOT DOOOOOOT.” Leviathan screamed back as she glided in with the pot of salt, throwing it among the banshee in crazed panic. Hearing the monsters fall to the death brought a pleasurable smirk among the demon’s features, as she held a hand out to lift her master. “Bethany, you’re still alive, good! Let’s go find Leon, and get back to my salty-ass sister!” Not giving the mage much time to respond, she tugged Bethany over to find the other, in case there were more banshee to slay.

[krasun-blog]

Oh, well... shit. Who thought that shitass rumor actually worked? It was about time to find where her Master went and speaking of... is the one rushing towards the ignorant woman her Master? But he looked so lost and so disconnected with what's going on that it looks like he doesn't know that there's a bunch of monsters running just behind him. What just fucking happened here? He just left to get the plan going and then he comes back with this bullshit? Lucifer loves her owner, she can swear that on all of Leviathan's saltiness, but damn...

Leon, finally arriving next to Bethany, found that she was close to a silver comb. Realizing the effect it could cause towards his companion, he lowered himself beside her to kneel down to inspect it. He wasn't going to use his own hands, but it sure did look like he was going to touch them directly and without knowing what's gonna happen if he does.

[fugitivesmantle-blog]

She nodded once more, ready to make her own move. She watched as the demons set off at their own pace, silently praying that they wouldn’t take too long. Though at this point, that seemed incredibly unlikely. Just as Leon took off, Bethany darted in the other direction. She never was too fast, but if this was anything to get these strange things off the other’s tracks, then she’d push herself to the best of her ability to do so.

     "Maker, give me strength. Come on, I’ve fought darkspawn before, how can these be any worse.“ She spoke to herself and didn’t turn around, she let herself continue running, the sounds of the monsters from behind her beginning to try and weave around their plan. She could only hope that Leon would be okay. She wouldn’t be able to forgive herself had the other fallen due to her slipping up or worse.

However, on the other hand, Leviathan huffed in defeat. She knew that her sister wouldn’t let up until she began following, and honestly if this had her master’s life on the line, then she’d have to oblige. Though she’d expect some kind of respect in return, otherwise she might just have to throw her and Leon to the flames. But right now, as far as Bethany was involved, she’d listen. But for that reason alone. Hovering beside her sister, she gave an exaggerated gesture with her arm for the other to lead on. Though it stuck in her throat to say it, she did speak up.

      ”Go on. Show us where you keep your tears at night, sister.“

[krasun-blog]

One scenario prevented Leon from his tracks, a short stop as his eyes wandered about and saw some tribemates of his die by unnatural means. One folk just happened to step at what appeared to be a silver metal comb and he turned lifeless all of a sudden, his body dropping on the floor with no remorse or it being intentional hinted. It was a cruel fall and when he ran towards the man, he noticed that the color of his eyes had faded and with the feeling of helplessness kicking him in the guts, he shut the eyes of the fallen and continued to ran from the Banshees who were aiming to give him their hands... they're not gonna get him for as long as his soul was alive... or not dead at least.

On the other hand, Lucifer grabbed Leviathan by her hair and zoomed quickly at the nearby inn. It was deserted, no signs of early activity were found but the lights of the inn were kept open. However, as the pair took an inner inspection, the furniture lying about was destroyed and torrents of silver comb were on the wooden floor. The Demon of Pride was smart enough to not allow her feet touch the ground and float. Hopefully, her sister was not that dumb.

Slithering towards the kitchen, after tasting several pots and more often getting pepper, Lucifer finally found enough salt to use. While it was not enough to par with Leviathan's saltiness, they could only assume that it would keep them safe until dawn.

Placing her hand on her bitch sister's cheek, Lucifer curved her lips into a smile and handed the pot over. It would make her happy to see her sibling try this rumor first and make fun of her in case it was a jest.

[newhologram]

“Story of my life.”

[helenaharper]

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[fugitivesmantle-blog]

Bethany felt a hand grace her shoulder, an attempt from Leon for comfort, she assumed. Placing her own hand atop his for a moment, signalling that the comfort was appreciated, she offered him a small nod and smile, a silent look of gratitude filtering across her features. She remained quiet as Leviathan spoke up against her sister. How dare she come in and say such things about her!

      “Excuse me, but the only salty one here is you, you sour son of a-” But just as she was about to start something a little stronger than the monsters at hand, she was cut off by the sound of Leon stopping Lucifer from speaking any more. A subtle eyebrow waggle and smug smirk pulled at the corners of Leviathan’s lips as she watched her sister fall into silence. Good, that was the way it should be. Gliding off in another direction, she gestured for Lucifer to follow her in order to go and look for the salt, leaving Bethany and Leon to formulate their own plans. Oh, she’d find a way to annoy her sister and still work alongside her to protect her master. Oh, and Leon, if she had to.

Meanwhile, Bethany took in the plan nodding to Leon that she’d understood what needed to be done. She took one glance over her shoulder, before piping up once again,

     "Go on Leviathan, but please hurry, and for the love of the Maker, please don’t squabble whilst you’re alone, remember our lives are on the line.“ And with that, turning back to Leon, with now a more confident smile. She just needed some time to figure things out. Hopefully they’d make it out of there, after all they’ve been through worse. ”Are you ready? They’re gonna come back in floods soon.“

[krasun-blog]

Though he'd like to make sure Bethany's okay before they commence the plan, they're on a rush. "I'm ready," he responded to her question and stood up, prepared to take the other route and part with her supposed partner in this mess. Quite his luck that he has to always leave his female companions for safety reasons all the time. That's better than dying, right? If anything, he seems to always survive every near to death experiences as he's quick in his feet and his senses were sharp enough. Hopefully, he could expect the same for her and not die on him... again.

He couldn't help but look back anyway, wondering if it's really a good idea to leave her alone and let her run by herself. Not having her Demon around rendered both of them vulnerable to the batch of Banshees. None of them were safe, not even him who was experienced in scenarios like this was an exception. Still, there would be no point in hesitating and Leon immediately commenced his tracks, the soles of his shoes designing evidence of his leave.

Not wanting to stay with this woman who looked like she was just born yesterday and certainly not letting her bitch sister take the lead, Lucifer also took the opposite direction and hovered in the air. It would be helpful to disappear into her Soul Form as to avoid being attacked by the roaming screaming whores. However, she was a nice older sister and didn't want the Demon of Envy to not see where she was headed. They were ordered to pair up after all! All that was needed was for her salty sister to stop being such a bummer and just follow her command. After all, older sisters were meant for this kind of thing.

[fugitivesmantle-blog]

Before Bethany could even react, she heard an explosive squelching noise so close to her face, she was paralysed with near shock. These creatures were worse than any abominations she had ever heard of, the memories of her recently passed twin brother, Carver ringing into her mind. Leviathan noticed Bethany’s hesitance and gave her a solid nudge to get her moving again. Shaking her head to snap herself out of this horrible nightmare, she paced backwards, standing as close to Leon as she could, nodding, as though she couldn’t say anything more. Exasperated, Leviathan spoke up in her place. 

      “Give her a minute, someone’s obviously not used to being on the front lines. But salt you say…” She paused, a finger poised to her lips as she tapped it in deep thought, thinking quickly before the monsters decided to double in numbers, ideas began to click in her mind at rapid paces, nothing seeming to be of any use. They couldn’t hold these monsters off, not if they were as ill effective as this, but perhaps…

And that was when Bethany spoke up.

       "We’ll… Have to take a chance on the people in Superbia, I can’t imagine why they would want us dead, after all.“ Nodding to herself, Leviathan smirked, it seemed to her that Bethany had also clicked on her idea, ”Is there anywhere we can find salt? Surely some of these buildings must have them. If Lucifer and Leviathan hunt down the resources, Leon and I can give an attempt to hold off the monsters… Does that sound viable?“ Her voice was shaky and her plan didn’t come across as clear as Leviathan thought, but she had the general jist of it. Turning to the other pair, impatiently, she awaited a response. If they had anything better, now was the time to speak up.

[krasun-blog]

Placing his hand on Bethany's shoulder, Leon signaled to Lucifer to watch their backs as he help her calm down. The situation was difficult for the both of them and he's certain their Demons felt just as helpless with what to do, but they surely have a stronger resolve. There was no telling whose voices were Bethany hearing, but the look on her face already carved into his mind that it was not something to discuss at a time like this-- at a time where they're slowly being surrounded by monsters who the hell in this goddamn place knew what's gonna happen if they make contact with them.

"Huh? And why would you order me, Lucifer, to do such a thing? My sister has enough salt in her body. Why can't we just sacrifice my little sibling? If you were waiting for my permission, I approve." As such, the prideful Demon of Pride glanced the pair with her selfish and independent behavior, wanting to help her Master by herself without having to cooperate with two ugly chicks. Well, the Bethany girl was quite a catch, but her being weak-willed immediately listed her under Lucifer's list of bitches to avoid.

"Lucifer, that's enough." There was no need to cause such a scene. They're close to their second deaths, dammit! "I'm ordering you to. We need this, or else we'll all die. Unless that's what you were aiming for all along." In distraught, Leon turned his head back to Bethany and quickly thought of a procedure. "We need to run in opposite directions. Leviathan and Lucifer roaming to find us salt to use." His Demon already crossed her arms and tilted her head to the side, her pride hurt in what she considered to be an asshole sermon from her owner, but there was nothing else for her to do but listen.

[fugitivesmantle-blog]

The island was in another state of chaos. Screams filtered the air at pitches no human could ever thought they could withstand. In the midst of the panic and the screams stood Bethany and Leviathan, as well as Leon and Lucifer. This felt oddly similar to last time, but this time, at the first signs of peril, Bethany took it upon herself to team up as quick as she could next to Leon. It was the only way she’d likely make it out of this mess without dying again.

       "Bethany, this way!“ Leviathan called, just as the mage’s train of thought decided to derail. The screaming was closer, the monsters drawing nearer, a yelp escaping her mouth as she dived to the sound of her own demon’s voice. Shifting her gaze once she gained her bearings, Bethany looked up to make sure Leon was still holding up okay. With the aid from Leviathan, the young mage dusted her robes down from the slight tumble she took, heaving an exasperated sigh as she did so.

      ”There’s no end to them. Leon, are you okay?“ She spoke, scanning the crowds of banshee that grew near. In a futile attempt to rid the crowds, nearing the other, without the aid of her abilities, she threw a fist to the monster, knocking one of them back with such force, it surprised even herself. Turning to Leviathan with a hopeful expression, she yearned for answers.

      ”I don’t think I’m gonna be much help on my own here, you know, unless, you know, Lucifer over there would kindly like to contribute an idea or two.“ She spoke scornfully about her sister, in an attempt to push her for a response.

[krasun-blog]

Covering both of his ears, Leon took several steps back while Lucifer eyed him with idle curiosity. It seems the Demon was unaffected by the mortal cries which was only obvious-- she did not have a personal life before this and the only ever role she ever had was to be the needed companion. The reason why the man was affected by the agonized screams of dread had been due to his existence-- a soul who owned memories and thus, he heard the voices of the people who belonged in his past. He could hear, Sherry, Jill, Chris, a long list of people... and Ada.

How could he forget Ada's voice?

Giving up at the futility of his attempt, he allowed his arms to fall on his side and he gestured to the left to glance over the other pair, seemingly confused at when the hell did they get near him so quick without him realizing. It must have been from the busyness of the atmosphere, muffled noises preventing subtle sounds of footsteps from being heard. The island, though evidently had been a odd one lately with all its shifting, had been strangely more worrisome tonight. Tonight, but wasn’t it always nighttime in this Hell?

"I'm fine... Bethany, behind you!"

And before he could take another step, the Demon of Pride already rushed to the side of the woman, giving the Banshee a quick blow to the back of her head. Of course it would rise up in the end. That was not the way to kill it after all. "Don't trust me on this, but Superbia people said salt was effective. Though, they could be bullshitting us for all we know and want you two dead."

[krasun-blog]

@memenetta

"So what's a girl like you doing around here?"

[vampirishnight]

“Aaahhh…” Caught completely off guard by this type of greeting. “Nothing?”

[krasun-blog]

"Huh? That's strange..." she clicks her tongue. "Perhaps we should do something about it. What do you say?"

[norisonozaki]

“That’s true… It’s a sin that all humans harbor inside of them, no matter how innocent they seem to be. It’s only when they let it control them that becomes a problem, in my opinion.

O-Oh, um… I was assigned in Superbia, but… I’m not in the mood to head over there right now. And you?…”

[krasun-blog]

"Sounds like someone's speaking from experience. My name is Leon, by the way."

"I live in Invidia. Recently, the Island Leader got killed by her own implemented rules, so unfortunately or fortunately, I became the new one. What's up with Superbia? Don't like their policies or is the place just too much of a bummer to be in?"

[krasun-blog]

@crimsontepes

[ Hey there, good looking. What's cooking? ]

[krasun-blog]

notto desu shitto agen

[ Oi, wake up. ]

"What do you want?"

[ We're surrounded by freaks and you're asking me that? ]

Oh, fuck.

What the hell just happened? Why are they surrounded by monsters? Not this shit again. It's not like he have already dealt with this kind of threat before. But really? He's not even allowed to rest in hell for goddamn's sake. Rolling his eyes, he quickly got up to his feet and alarmingly dusted his pants. Though annoyingly groggy, the sudden appearance of menacing creatures woke him up just enough to notice a familiar figure wandering among the undead. 

Wait. Is that Bethany? She's supposed to be death, isn't she?

"Lucifer, follow me."