At the Brink of Insanity

Chapter 17: Bloody Greed

"Oi, you! What's your name?" asked Mammon, pointing his index finger at Sam, who in reply told his name to the prince. 

"You've got something I want." stated Mammon and calmly made his way towards the kids, who moved backwards every step Mammon took. 

"I don't know what you're talking about!" said Sam, perplexed. I don't remember taking anything, but this knife from Dante's kitchen. What is he talking about?!, Sam thought to himself. 

That's when it happened; in a flash. Mammon was standing behind the children, holding Sam's right hand in his. He ripped Sam's hand from his body as if it was a piece of paper. With a piercing cry Sam fell on the ground, trying to put pressure on his wound and stop the waterfall of blood which was splashing all around him. Laura hurriedly ripped her shirt in pieces and started wrapping them as a bandage. 

Dane was about to blow at any moment. He has had enough. He didn't want to see his friends cry, he didn't want to see them in pain and misery. He may be nothing more but an ordinary human, but he was willing to attack the prince of Hell with a kitchen knife and stab him multiple times until he dropped dead. If they couldn't come up with an answer for this game, then they just had to kill the demons responsible for this mess. It was that easy. 

"YOU!" As Dane yell, an axe was swung towards Mammon, straight towards his head. Mammon, of course, caught it without any problem, a smirk displaying on his lips.

"Thank you, white guy." said Mammon, "This will make things Hell of a lot easier!" teased the demon.

Before kids could react, Mammon was already in front of Elsa Sanders, swinging Dante's axe with ease and cutting her in half.  Elsa's blood splashed everywhere, on her friends and on the now static zombies. As her split body spread her blood on the pavement, in a matter of nanoseconds it started changing it's color from crimson red to mahogany. 

If the 'D' class thought things couldn't have gotten any worse, they were wrong. Sinfully wrong. 

Because the thing they never expected, just happened in front of their eyes. Elsa's body parts reattached themselves and slowly, Elsa rose to her feet. She turned around and started walking towards her former classmates, muttering some words no one could understand. No, not words, noises. Seeing their dead friend standing up and moving towards them in order to kill them, sent shivers down everyone's spine. What crept them out even more, was the fact that Elsa's sclera turned grey, but her pupils and irises were gone. 

While distracted, Mammon already walked up towards Dante and whispered for only his ears to hear, "Yea, they are greedy dogs which can never have enough, and they are shepherds that cannot understand: they all look to their own way, every one for his gain, from his quarter."

"Isaiah 55:11." whispered Dante back, knowing fully well what Mammon actually meant. He was calling him greedy, a greedy dog who can't satisfy his own greed. And the boy knew what his greed was. Knowledge, intelligence, answers. Those things were to him just like money, wealth and power are for others. The sin of greed smirked and swung the axe again.

Mammon's smirk quickly turned into a thin line, once Dante caught the axe with ease, just as he himself did a moment ago. Something's not right, figured Mammon. This kid's supposed to be the weakest of the group, yet he's the strongest.

"I might be greedy. No, I am greedy. I'm greedy as Hell!" said Dante with a lopsided grin. "I want the things others might regard as unimportant, but that's exactly why I'm still alive, right? Intelligence rules the world and drags power together with it!"

Too bad Lou, mused Mammon, this kid's got guts and I like it. I can't let you play with him. You'll forgive me if I kill more than one, right?