Ah, the Cathedral of Home, a beautiful Victorian styled church, where many followers come to worship the one and only; Home. The true god of this world. Everything was going swell so far... that was until the large doors of the Cathedral slammed shut, noting a silent entry. 'Demon blood.' Home whispered cautiously into his mind, 'They have demon blood.'

His smile fades, turning into one of sheer cold.

"Careful where you tread, foul creature." He huffs, posture straining.