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And somehow, this was a play. An emotional Greek tragedy that Trenton had played a part over and over in while he clapped from the audience at his performance. The snarls, the gleams, gnarls...Every single crook and wrinkle of a glare bore the beauty of a mountain range when it was in the correct setting, the same way the death of a beloved character in a theatrical piece is seen as masterful...

Trenton sat a few graves away, finding it common that he had not been noticed. Cross-legged, he played spectator, only spectator for once in front of a stage crowded with the ultra-violent. He took a drag of his cigarette and watched on.

Will gagged as the demon's fingers cut off his source of air. No matter how he'd been changed, no matter what new powers he had, he still needed air. Can't... breathe... His lungs were heaving so hard trying to draw in air they were about to burst. His body screamed for oxygen to fill it once more. Black dots danced before his eyes. It wasn't long before Will began to feel lightheaded and his conciousness slipping away.

With a last desperate effort, Will clutched the blessed dagger in his boot and stabbed Malice's arm with it. Malice howled in agony as the weapon scorched his evil flesh and darkened soul, letting Will go in his pain. Falling to the ground, Will rolled over and scrambled for the Hellbringer Axe, shouting hoarsely to his allies as he sought the weapon with the best chance of taking the demon down for good. "Get him!"

Aiden didn't attack because Will told him to, more so because he enjoyed killing cocky demons who thought they had so much power. He did happen to pocess holy bullets like Amber's, but chose not to use them. Aiden used his blinding speed to his advantage, and whipped behind Malice while Amber had him distracted. When Malice noticed Aiden it was too late, for he had already inflicted a fatal wound. Aiden pierced Malice through his heart, and his left lung, Aiden's claws could be seen, since they had pierced Malice right through his skin.

Will swore as he heard Jaffar shout that the sword was possibly the only way to kill Malice. "DAMNIT! It's back at Haven, in my office! Jaffar, go get it! GO! Go now! We'll try to hold him here!"

Kneeling in prayer, Will clenched the Hellbringer Axe tightly to his chest. "Ab imo pectore, ego oportet commoror fidelis, O Patris, ad infinitum. Ego iureiuro hoc.... From the depths of my chest, I shall remain faithful, O Father, to infinity. I swear it. Amen."

As soon as the last words left his lips, the axe seemed to glow brilliantly in Will's hands, and the energy wings burst from his back once again. His eyes snapped open, blazing with burning white light. With a warcry, Will sprang at Malice, axe upraised. Swinging it down at the demon's skull, he cried out to Jaffar one last time, urging him to act with haste. "Hurry Jaffar! Go get the sword and bring it back here! Get to Haven, quickly!"

Noticing Amber's move, Will changed the trajectory of his axe swing, bringing it down sideways and aimed at Malice's neck. A perfect pincer move. If the kick didn't connect, the axe would. There was no way for Malice to dodge or block both of them, and by the time the demon recovered Jaffar would be long gone.

Will smirked in triumph as Malice just stood there, allowing Amber's kick to slam into the demon's gut just as his axe sliced through Malice's neck, leaving the head connected to the body by just a little piece of skin. They'd done it, the demon was surely dead now. But... Something wasn't right. Malice hadn't tried to do anything to defend himself, he'd LET them succeed in their attacks. What made him so confident, what did the demonic being know that they didn't?

And then Will had his answer. Right before his eyes, tendrils of flesh and slivers of bone snapped out from the severed stump of Malice's neck and reconnected with the head. Malice was growing himself a new neck. Decaptitation with a heavily blessed and enchanted weapon had only managed to slow the demon down for an instant. This was bad, how could they stop something unkillable? He hoped Jaffar got back quickly and that his sword worked the way he thought it would.

In the meantime, they had to slow Malice down as much as they could. With a cry, Will held the Hellbringer Axe up over his head, the spear tips pointed at Malice's chest, and slammed the weapon home while the demon was too busy reconstructing his neck to respond. Will left the axe head deeply imbedded in the demon's chest, scrabbling on the ground for his blessed dagger, stabbing Malice in the left eye as soon as he found it. But it wasn't enough. The demon's neck had already regrown itself, and now the axe and dagger were being forced out of it's body as the flesh the weapons had punctured reformed itself.

Turning to his Hunters, Will ordered them back as he grabbed Malice's shoulders, an inner voice telling him what he had to do. "Fall back! Fall back, that's an order! Everybody take cover!"

Will's hands glowed with silvery white light, and two energy blasts lanced out from his palms, sending Malice flying back into an old oak tree which snapped like a twig from the impact. A dust cloud rose around where the demon landed, and Will fell down onto one knee, drained from the effort he'd exerted with that blast. Shakily, he brought out his revolver and began loading it with the last of his bullets. Malice had taken a beating at his hands, but Will knew it wasn't over yet.

Will grunted in pain, as Malice approached. Shaking in exhaustion, he turned his head to face the stunned Hunters. He half whispered out a command, praying that they'd heed it. "run...."

With a sudden surge of energy, the wings snapped back into existence and Will was right in front of Malice in the blink of an eye, one glowing hand clutching the demon's throat while the other unloaded the gun point blank into Malice's gut, screaming at his Hunters while he struggled with their foe. "RRRRUUUUNNN!!!!!"

He wouldn't let this thing hurt his people, he didn't care if this time he went all the way into the light at the end of the tunnel instead of just part of the way, he would take this b*****d with him. He would keep his Hunters safe.

Aide got up unaffected by being thrown through three gravestones, his clouded eyes now shimmered with a pleasure of killing Malice. His lips curled into a disturbing sneer, and he raced towards Malice, completely ignoring Will's orders. He raised his knuckle claws, but this time something seemed different about them, they had... A dark aura to them, Aiden suddenly appeared behind Malice again, while Will was holding him up. Aiden raised his knuckle claw and it slashed towards Malice inching closer and closer to his heart, sure to make an impact with it.