"Yes, your Holiness. The city was abandoned almost immediately.... No. The unbelievers here surrendered almost immediately. Only I and one other remain." Antonio spoke into a payphone, helmet removed. A reaper-like figure loomed behind him, raising its scythe as it let out a ghastly howl. Antonio pointed Uriel behind him, and the head rocketed off on its chain, decapitating the Hell.
"There are many demons here.... No, I believe we should fortify the Vatican for now. I will handle the situation concerning Barlour. Furthermore, I believe the battle to be localized here. I don't understand why.... Yes, it does seem rather arbitrary these demons would confine themselves to such a small area." he continued, whipping the flail forward. The long chain wrapped around another demon's neck, before he yanked it to his feet. As the demon slid on the ground towards him, he raised his foot, and stomped down on its head. No monster could resist a curb stomp from the heavens.

"No. Unfortunately, all armed forces evacuated immediately, even the so-called saviors of humanity. Because of this, the civilian casualty is rather high; as quickly as these monsters emerged, the people were caught by surprise. Even now, I see bodies. Some look like police who tried to fight back, but there are also women. I see a few children have also fallen victim..... of course, your Holiness. I shall say a prayer for them. No innocent deserves to be harmed in our Holy War. We must at least see to their safe passage to Paradise."

The knight rested his mace on his shoulder, and thought for a moment.
"If I had to say... It would be best to utilize the time to rally the forces and prepare a line in the sand, but I'm no strategist. A brash man would call for an assault, but we remember how well the Battle of London turned out. For now, I'll perform reconnaissance. If there are innocents left, it is my duty to save them. Afterwards, I'll locate the source of this demonic scourge."

The knight nodded at the words through the speaker, and motioned a cross across his head and chest.
"Thy will be done. Deus vult."

Hanging up the phone, Antonio turned to his newfound friend. "I don't know your origins, but you proved yourself against these heathens and demons alike. In my eyes, that proves you are a good person, and hopefully a Catholic. If you'd grant me a favor, I ask your help in this matter. We must rescue any innocents left in the city, and slay as much evil as possible on the way."