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War

Damian flew forward, his sword from Dante in his right hand and the one from Nero in his left. As he reached the cloud of Angelos, Hell Scythes, and Hell Vanguards, he began to spin and slash, slaughtering them rapidly, ignoring the odd gash or stab he suffered, all of his strength and energy focused on slaughtering the devils. Some devils moved past him, moving to attack the devil hunter army waiting for them, prepared this time. However, Kat set Pandora up as a Browning M4, firing into the oncoming devils and slaughtering them rapidly.

Damian spun, knocking a lance aside into the rest of the swarm, splitting the Bianco Angelo in half the long way before crossing the blades, the nose of a dragon with what looked like vines and plants making up its body crashing into it. He shoved, redirecting the dragon back into the rest of the devils before spinning, twisting sharply on Blue Queen's handle, the blade glowing red before tearing through the devils. He flipped as the dragon passed under him, jaws snapping closed on multiple devils as it did. He growled in rage, spinning like a saw and shredding devils before tossing both swords straight upward, both spinning in blurred disks. Then, he spun, grabbing the dragon's upper and lower jaw as it tried to eat him.

The dragon stopped instantly before Marcus spun, swinging the dragon around an around through the swarm of devils, scattering them before hurling the dragon down into the ground. It flew up, curing in the air before the head opened into four sections like a flower, revealing a blue-skinned woman's upper body, a pair of flower-petal like things reaching down from the back of her head like ponytails. He reached up, catching Blue Queen and flying downward, twisting the handle several times, steam streaming off of the glowing blade. Then, he reached the woman, slashing her down the front then spinning, slashing her three times before stabbing her, the edge upward. Then, he twisted the handle again, yanking the sword upward out of her body before hurling it skyward again, holding his other hand behind himself in time to catch his other sword, spinning it into a scythe and beginning to tear into the woman before pulling the scythe back, spinning it backward back into a sword before stabbing into her heart. Most of the woman's wounds had sealed up just after being received, barring the more recent ones. As soon as his sword was through her, he spun, catching Red Queen again and twisting, spinning and decapitating her.

"Heal from that, bitch," Marcus snarled, watching as the devil began to turn brown, withering.

He wrenched his sword out of her chest before flying back up into the cloud, beginning to shred them again. They swarmed toward him more than before, trying to avenge the dragon woman, who was likely their leader, however, Marcus didn't hold still long enough for them to hit him. He flipped, twisted, spun, and slashed as he shredded his way toward the rift. Few devils passed him, but any that did died anyway as everyone assembled with Kat slaughtered them.

Finally, Marcus dropped into the parking lot of a strip mall, watching devils stream out of a large, glowing red chasm in the center. And standing beside the chasm was a member of the Order of the Sword, except that his abdomen was stained with blood from what looked like five small stab wounds, and his skin had turned black, with glowing red cracks around his glowing red eyes. He roared, charging toward Marcus.

"What the hell are you?" Marcus asked, then shrugged, deflecting the corrupted devil hunter's first slash, then his second, then his third.

As he spun around the fourth, he slashed, splitting the man's back open and hurling him. However, almost as soon as the man hit the ground, he began to stand again, roaring yet again. This time, another roar answered. Then another. And another. Then four more. Marcus turned, watching as corpses, Devil Hunters, military, and civilian, began to climb out of the rift, bearing a massive assortment of melee weapons, some human-made, some Devil Arms. Marcus was just glad there were no guns. He charged, swords held out to his sides, and began to tear into the corpses. He split one in half completely across the chest with his sword, while using Blue Queen to block a saw-toothed sword from his left. He shoved that blade away and spun, slashing in a wide circle and bisecting that corpse, along with three more. Then, he turned, twisting sharply on Blue Queen's handle and slashed upward, the glowing blade tearing through the first corpse and splitting it in half the long way.

Then, Marcus allowed Blue Queen to sail into the air and spun his other sword into a scythe, pivoting and beginning to propeller his scythe as he walked forward, shredding corpses on his way to the rift. Just as he was nearing it, a sword blocked his scythe and he leapt backward as a second passed under him. He spun his scythe backward into its sword form and landed beside Blue Queen, pulling it free of the ground and resting it on his shoulder. Before him stood a pair of corpses wearing what looked like Greek battle armor, the pair wielding a pair of cleavers made of bone and radiating demonic power. Marcus lunged, slashing from both sides, but the two blocked his swords before both planting a foot in his chest, hurling him backward. He flipped, landing on his feet and formed his spectral arm, slashing from the right, only for one of the two to slash upward, deflecting the spectral sword over them as the other charged. Marcus grinned, moving to meet his charge, his two words beginning to clash with the corpse's in a shower of sparks. Finally, he ducked, spinning around the corpse, only to cross his swords as the other's blade crashed into his, hurling him away with the force. He flipped, landing on his feet and glared at the two as they turned toward him again.

"So, you're both high twos, then," Marcus mused. "Not bad. Okay. Time to die!"

He charged again, slashing at the first while twisting sharply on Blue Queen's hilt, slashing the ground beside him as the first blocked his sword. Blue Queen ripped the ground apart, hurling massive chunks of stone at the second, knocking it back before Marcus spun, slashing at the first from the side. The corpse flipped over the blade and slashed downward at Marcus, but he blocked it, shoving the sword upward and slashing back the other way with Blue Queen, the corpse stepping back out of the way. Marcus stabbed the sword into the ground and gripped his with both of his own hands, blocking the corpse's sword with his remaining sword. Suddenly, the other corpse leapt into the air, shrieking deafeningly as black flames rolled off of its sword. However, before it could strike, Kat leapt into the air, flipping and planting both feet in its face, her panther-themed boots flashing blindingly and sending the corpse crashing down beside the rift. Kat landed on her feet behind the corpse Marcus was struggling with and spun, slamming a windmill kick into its side, sending it bouncing away. Marcus sighed, pulling Blue Queen free of the ground again and placing it against his back.

"Thanks," Marcus said. "Now what the hell do you think you're doing here?"

"Helping the man I love," Kat said. "Do you know how to seal rifts?"

"I was assuming it'd close after these two die," Marcus said.

"No a chance," Kat said. "This is why I'm here."

The two corpses stood and Marcus growled, readying himself as Kat did the same. Marcus stepped in front of Kat, deflecting one sword into the ground and Kat stepped around him, drilling a punch into the corpse's gut, launching it before Marcus slipped under the other's slash and split him in half diagonally across the torso. He spun instantly, blocking the other's slash and went skidding backward a dozen feet before Kat flipped into the air over the corpse, right boot shining and she slammed an axe kick down on it, crushing it flat and cratering the ground. Marcus blinked in surprise before grinning.

"Impressive," Marcus said. "Alright. I'll admit. You can actually fight."

Kat smiled, walking forward and pulling a red can of spray paint and shook it for a moment before popping the cap off. Then, she walked around the rift, spraying the paint along the edge of the rift. As soon as she had encircled it entirely, the paint shone and came alive, strings of it rising as tentacles and lashed outward, tangling with each other, looking like loose stitches, then pulled, tightening and stitching the rift closed like a wound. Marcus blinked in surprise, then looked to Kat as she put the paint away.

"That was surprisingly easy," Marcus said.

"When you live in the demon world for sixty years, you pick up a few things," Kat said. "Marcus...about this morning-"

Marcus cut her off with a kiss, Kat sighing and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I don't care about that. I was just afraid I'd lost you."

Kat smiled. "Never."

Marcus nodded and pulled her nephilim crystal out of his pocket, slipping it over her head. "Try not to scare me like that again."

"I won't," Kat promised.

Marcus nodded and kissed her again before they turned, heading back toward the Devil Hunter Camp.

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