[b]Somewhere in an unspecified cellar. [/b]

"The demonic Lord hath his annual heretic celebrations burning the god's blessings and mercy from the lands, Antonio." 

"I am aware of that." 

"Should we act perhaps?"

"We must wait for aid, the squad is said to be on the horizon."

"And of Selica? What of the infants? Bloodthristy demons lurk about that Hotel. We are a meat market down here Father Antonio!" 

"We wait for the squad.."

"What fucking squad you religious yanker?" 

"who let this falsesayer heretic in here?! He is known to lollygag about the barns!"

"SILENCE! Demonic eyes are surveying us as we speak, we must hide the little ones."