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Amos' eyes were closed as he sat in his circle of flowers. The vegetation around him continued to grow and fade constantly as he tried get the hang of wielding the new incredible power. the mortal hunter was now on par with the likes of greek legends who were classified as demigods. As the aging man sat meditating, he could feel the presence of death coming closer. Persephone's power alerting Amos to the stolen power of Hades. In his mind's eye, Amos could see Lily coming. Her foul aura gliding through with her army waiting at her beck and call.

In a matter of minutes, she was upon him. Deja vu set in as Amos opened his eyes. He was expecting Lily, but there stood Kat. Impossible. Kat was dead. How could she be here. The hunter then looked down at the ground. His trail of vegetation and growth had completely withered away and died in her presence. If this was a helpful enough sign, the old mercenary then spotted a scar on Kat's throat. Was that always there? It didn't matter. It didn't take a genius to figure out he was being played. Amos could hear the disgusting psychotic suppressed giggling in her voice. It was an uneven range of vocals, like choppy ocean water on a windy day.

"Tell me, my child. Do you know the tale of Doctor Faust? In the 16th century, long before you were born, there lived a scholar named, Faust. Faust was a very accomplished man and highly successful, and yet, he was dissatisfied with his life. He wish for more. So he sold his soul to the devil in return for limitless knowledge and luxuries. On behalf of the devil, a confidant was sent. That confidant's name was Mephistopheles. Mephistopheles was a demon who never tempted men into sinning, but did come to collect when it was time. Faust, was a pitiful soul. He drove himself to the point of madness when the weighting the options of penancing for his soul or believing he was truly damned. Either way, when his time was up, Mephistopheles came to take his soul."

Amos rose gracefully from his circle of flowers with the black demon sword his hand. "Lily, I am no demon. Nor am I in the employ of the devil himself. But, that same confidant of the devil is here today to collect your soul." The hunter drew the evil blade from its special scabbard, hissing as the adamantine blade scratched against its housing. The sword itself emanating with evil power and intent. It radiating with a hunger for souls and thirst for blood. "Mephistopheles, is among us. And he is here as the blade I wield in my hands. It time to pay up. Your deal ended long ago and debt is overdue."

Judgement time was close at hand for the necromancer. Amos would stop at nothing to bring an end to the chaos Lily had caused. Her troops of undead slaves were ruining the livelihoods of many a normal folk, even worse, they were disrupting the balance of life and death. Even the most powerful necromancer knew they couldn't keep soul from the afterlife. Every soul had to go If they were, it would be to absorb the soul for its own innate power.

The hellish sword the bounty hunter held in his hands glowed with a sick red fervor. The blade yearned for bloodshed, like an animal hungry for food. The sword would get its meal in time. Even so, the vorpal cutting edge of the blade sliced past what Lily was wearing. Mephistopheles, as Amos dubbed the sword, cut cleanly through the necromancer's clothes, separating whatever bonds were connecting them.

Lily was now on the defensive, sending her minions to attack aging hunter and destroy whatever he could use. It wouldn't make a difference in the hunter's mind. Even if Lily drained the life from a thousand trees and miles of fertile land, with Persephone's power, Amos could just as easily restore it to normal. The did not detract from the necromancer putting a thorn in his side. Her minions got in the way each time Amos came close to their master. While on their own, each undead creature stood no chance. The demonic black blade cut through them all as easily as a fish swimming through the ocean.

Amos had out both his sword and pistol, delivering judgement upon the sorry manipulated souls brought back from the dead to fight by Lily's side. Precise holes filling their skulls from his gun and quick cuts and incisions with the sword. Amos was a one man army. When he became overwhelmed with the dead, the hunter would call upon the power of nature to dispose or clear a path for him. And yet, every time Amos drew closer to the necromancer more undead would just get in his way.

With the aid of Persephone's power, Amos had become a whirling dervish of divine justice. Combined with the goddess' power over plants and vegetation, Amos could summon wholly impossible plants at a moment's notice. He sent undead flying with sudden fully grown trees that shot from the ground, strangled and tore them asunder with living assassin vines, ripped them to shreds in killer thorn bushes and had them devoured whole in massive venus flytraps. Amos himself felt slightly drunk with power. He felt like a being a pure destruction with this power,

Though, hunter was quickly reminded of his temporary godlike powers when the infernal hellbeast , Cerberus, howled and came running to his aid as the clouds began to close. Even with this god like power, the massive amounts of moaning undead were able to overpower the hunter every now and then. They were poor deluded souls brought back from their eternal slumber. Robbed of their sleep. They were all the reminder Amos needed to keep going to put an end to Lily's chaos. The demonic sword clutched tightly in his hand shook with an endless hunger. The souls of the undead were like cheap substitutes. The sword craved something more. It wanted a soul steeped in darkness. Mephistopheles, wanted Lily.

Amos closed the distance between him and his prey as rain began to pour down onto the vast fields of the dead. Puddles were forming in the uneven and muddy ground. Amos felt his boots sinking and sucking into the mire, but dragged each foot out with sheer driven grit. Persephone's power guiding him along to complete his mission. Amos stood over the fallen necromancer with grisly resolve. He held up the blade of his sword so it touched the maniacal necromancer's chin. "Give up, Lily. You have caused enough destruction. At least let yourself die with what remaining dignity you still have."

Amos was about to deliver the final blow, when his enemy began to laugh with hysteria. There was a rumbling in the ground. What was going on? Lily was doing something that could lead to catastrophic results. Amos reeled back his arms, held the demonic sword with both of his hands, before going to plunge it straight through the necromancer.