Adeline was surprised to hear the multitude of footsteps coming forward to Death's offer. She actually jumped when she heard another set of feet press against the translucent floor right next to her, without hearing them approach beforehand. Then again, dealing with a group of people that all have supernatural powers, the explanation is fairly obvious. She turned to the direction she last heard Death and began to address him.<br/><br/>"I suppose even a meteor can't manage to slow Death, let alone put him out of commission for a few hours," she said. "Everyone that wishes to depart with us is present. If you would do us the honor of admitting our leave, Lord Death?"<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>"Don't you dare speak to me that way, insolent cur! I have hoping to have a little fun, but here you go dropping a giant rock on all of my playthings!" Levin snarled in a demonic tone.<br/><br/>His entire being was covered in a bloody mess; his left arm was crudely sawed off by the damaged butcher knife currently clutched in his right hand. The mass of rubble and debris covering him just moments ago required a large amount of his blood to remove. Not that the limb mattered that much to him, self mutilation gave him greater access to his medium that his powers preside over. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the one his demon referred to as Lucifer. Though, in the mess of crimson that he adorns, it would be hard to tell his iris from the rest of his blood splattered face.<br/><br/>"There's no one else left," the mass of vermillion began to speak in his normal tone again. "This world is a perfect place for Sam and I. But... then there's you, and your disgusting tower sticking out of the ground. It offends me to great lengths." He raised his dull knife and pointed it at the Reverend, "Neither of you deserve to be in a world fit for Sam!"<br/><br/>His ranting was shortly followed by an annoying cackle as he charged toward his equally bloodthirsty opponent. The stub that remained of what was once his arm began to leave a trail of blood in his wake. As he came within melee range of his foe, his left arm began sputtering his bodily fluids rapidly in a circular fashion, like a chainsaw, as he lunged at Lucifer in a crazed demeanor.