Just Another Night

I see a woman walking down the street.
I immediately know where she came from.
She has that out-of-date air one gets
When hiding in caves for centuries… kind of like me.
That, and the scent of used charcoal hangs
Like a spiritual wreath around her body… Or should I say soul?
It doesn't matter. One shot, and that blue ether will descend
Back into the fiery corridors of Hell, where it belongs.
Maybe I shouldn't talk so bad about them. After all,
It's not like I'm not in the same position. Then again,
I was contracted to take them down. I didn't escape, God knows why not.
Damn, I have a way with words tonight.
So let's just get this over with, shall we, Stone? Load the clip, aim, and fire…

I told him to be careful, but he has this odd idea
That he shouldn't trust good old Mephistopheles.
He should - hey, after all, who owns his soul?
Still, being the pig-headed brute he always is,
He confronts the woman even though he isn't ready.
He should've known she'd attack him right off.
She'd been pent-up for, oh, a few thousand years, so
Wouldn't it be obvious that she'd be just a tad upset
Because someone came so fast to take her back down
Where she belongs? I wonder why he's not fighting back…

Oh God, she looks just like… no, not my wife.
Then she'd be… different in some way. More innocent.
No, this demon woman seems too much like…
I can't even say her name. She never really existed.
You just had to fall in love with a demon, didn't you, Stone?
The very one that orchestrated the breakout, to top it off.
Just like me to pick the good ones… I can't touch her,
I can't fight her. She looks too much like who I knew…
Or who I thought I knew. Is the Devil the only one I can trust?

Trust Stone to fall for a pretty face attached to a dangerous body.
Then again, maybe I shouldn't talk. And then again,
Maybe I should help. After all, I got him into this mess, right?
… Nah. Let him suffer a bit more. Let's have some more fun.

It hurts like Hell. It should, though. She is one of his.
Speak of the Devil… where the Hell is he?
The gun's not even working on her… is she not one of his, then?
It's a good thing I'm at my apartment now - I can't stand up anymore.
The floor's been waxed. At least, it feels like it on my cheek.
My only friend comes to the rescue, kneeling next to me.
I can't even speak, I'm beat so badly, so I point to the elevator.
All you need is a good night's rest, she tells me. Don't worry.
Once my head hits the pillow, it won't get back up for a while.

Wakey, wakey, sleepy-head… wake up! Don't you realize she's still out there?
You haven't sent her back yet. You must. You have no choice in this matter.
Your soul belongs to me, remember. I will send you back if you can't finish the task.
I don't care how big a headache you have. Get up, move out, and kill her now!

Yes sir, he is the first face I want to see when I wake up…
If only I could use my gun on him. Only in my dreams, unfortunately.
Doesn't he have anything better to do than to constantly annoy me?
Probably not. Torturing souls probably gets old when you do it for ages.
Then again, he seems to be having fun torturing mine.
Ow, ow, pain… damn, she packed a punch. Need to rest…. No.
Need to stop her from hurting any innocents out there.
My window's opened, most likely for fresh air. Sky's dark, too.
Either I slept for an hour or so, or I slept for a whole day.
Gun's where I left it, and so's the clip. No one went snooping.
Okay, time to get back to work…. Time to find her…

Good, he's finally looking for her,
Not wasting any precious time lounging about.
Then again, she's not even mine, so what do I care?
What do I have to worry about? Oh, nothing, really,
Except an extremely big mess on my hands
If my territory gets overrun by her victims.
Stone doesn't really need to know that much, does he?
I think he can handle her. That is,
If he can just figure out how to kill her.
Now that I think about it, how do you kill her?