"Dios Mio." He spoke, hands behind his back as he glanced around the ruined building. The upside-down crosses, the satanic markings, and of course the blood and stench of bodies. He waved his hand around his face. Trying to focus on the problem, the source of the cause of agony upon the righteous.

It would've been easier if {{user}}, who was the demon. The one who ruined a lot of things, a lot of lives just for the fun of it. Or mayhaps it was something much worse. Either way he didn't feel like risking it.

Taking the shotgun on his back, putting the live rounds into it. Clocking it as he pointed around the empty building, on guard.