[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/signature-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210501/9a3f76b0500227ccd02dfc9eb876ba36.png[/img][/url][/center][hr] The Castillan household was in remarkably good shape, which was contrary to the initial information given to them. Still, even as rain fell all around them, and even as the night sky was as dark as ever, the mansion almost seemed welcoming.

Almost.

Temptations like these were not uncommon amongst Satanists and their ilk. Having fallen prey to their earthly desires, they do not have much in the way of... modesty. Still, even as an agent of the faith, Alistair couldn't help but appreciate the aesthetic beauty of the place. He was certain that before these Satanists had arrived, this place was even more beautiful than what stands before him now.

The priest opened the car door, shards of glass and drops of blood falling loose from their position. Alistair let out a deep sigh and took a moment to dust himself off, before turning to Mother Ekaterine.

[color=239C89]"Four rounds left."[/color] He presented the gun to her, grip first. [color=239C89]"...It's an excellent weapon. Thank you for entrusting me with it."[/color]

Alistair walked over to the Chevelle's trunk and retrieved the longsword that had been bequeathed onto him by the Vatican. Despite its gaudiness, it was a fine weapon that was excellently balanced. Although this was not a holy weapon used by the Saints, this sanctified nameless blade was still more than enough to dispatch the enemies of the Lord.

The priest then turned to the others, who were discussing the plan once more. He had already committed the plan to memory, but it was good to get a refresher. Jin was also given a map, depicting blueprints of the mansion's layout. It would come in handy, in case the plan goes awry. 

[color=239C89]"You have our thanks, Signore."[/color] Alistair said, tipping his hat. [color=239C89]"If all goes well, we'll be finished come sunrise..."[/color]

There was a pregnant silence in the air. He did not have to give the driver instructions in case they had failed. The standard operating procedure meant that the ferryman was to drive back to base and call for an immediate [i]Purification[/i] of the household. The nuclear option, so to speak. 

Even so, however, Alistair had nothing but the utmost faith that the Lord would show them the right path.

As the four priests walked through the house and sauntered up to the door, the sound of music could be heard. [color=239C89]"Nocturne op.9 No.2."[/color] Alistair commented. [color=239C89]"One of Chopin's most famous pieces-- a beautiful rendition of that song."[/color] The man then shook his head.

[color=239C89]"It seems our quarry has some... refinement when it comes to their choice of music."[/color] He looked towards the door a faint smirk on his face. [color=239C89]"...At least the last thing they'll hear is something pleasant before they're sent to be with the Being they love so very much."[/color]

Resting the longsword against his arm like one would with a rifle, the priest gave the rest of the group a nod. Whatever lay beyond that door would not compare to four of the Lord's exorcists.