Lars snapped out of his shock when he heard the sound of people coming. He looked around for a way out, but found none. There wasn't even a decent place to hide. He pulled Evie away from the door and stood in front of her as it flew open, several people in dark cloaks filing in. One man pushed his way to the front. He looked at the body on the floor, his jaw set. 

"Motherfucker," He growled, then his eyes went to the two intruders. "You two have made the biggest mistake of your lives coming here. Take them!"

"Wait!" Lars stepped towards them. "If you let her go, I'll come willingly." 

The man scoffed. "And why the hell do we care if you are [i]willing[/i] or not?"

Lars paused. He took a deep breath, then began to unbutton his long sleeved shirt. "Because then you can finished what you started." He tossed the shirt to the floor. His torso, and presumably the rest of him, was covered in the same, satanic symbols that had marred Damien. These, however, were healed and faded from decades of living in the sanctity of holy ground.