Sanctus walked down the ruined street. He sighed loudly. From what he heard, this used to be a prosperous city. Around him he heard weapon fire and combat in the distance. This city, though in ruins, was still in the clutches of the demons. They had made great strides here lately... one of the few places they had. No matter what they threw, the demons seemed to be able to throw back far more. Perhaps it was due to all the fighting. This city left little to desire after all the conflict it had seen... but they needed a victory. They needed to know they could win at least one battle... that there was hope... If nothing else, they would at least gain a foothold they could use to organize assaults from, and there were sewers under the city they could use as a base of operations.<br/><br/>He had almost gotten lost in his introspection when something moved. The few men he had with him looked around, weapons at the ready; scavenged automatic firearms from the days before the demons took hold. Sanctus's own hand reached down to his weapon. His sky blue eyes scanning the area for any further sign of movement. Suddenly one of his men opened fire as a rather feral looking beast charged at him with razor claws. The beast had him pounced before he could connect a shot however, and began clawing at him. The whole group aimed to try and get a shot, but didn't want to shoot their comrade.<br/><br/>Suddenly there was a blur, and Sanctus was standing next to the struggling pair, a swift turn and he kicked the beast off and sent it flying into the air. Before it could even land, his revolver, the Hail Mary, was drawn and aimed, three silver bullets flying into the vile creature and blowing holes in it. He cautiously walked towards it, two of his men at his sides, as the others checked on their wounded brother. The creature was still alive, writhing in pain. It stared at Sanctus, eyes full of confusion at the strength of this mortal... and fear. Demons, Sanctus found, were so sure of their own power, that they seemed to react the worst when confronted with their end.<br/><br/>"P-please... human... show mercy..."<br/><br/>A few of his men looked at him, unsure of what to do. Sanctus, however, had no doubt. Without even the slightest show of emotion in his face, he raised his gun and fired another shot directly into the demon's head, killing it.<br/><br/>"... S-sir... was that... he was surrendering..."<br/><br/>Sanctus glared at the one who said that, turning to look at the one who had gotten attacked, and was now being helped to his feet. He was severely wounded, but not mortally so. He sighed, holstering his weapon.<br/><br/>"Show a demon mercy, and that is what they will thank you with. They are animals. They are intelligent beasts, but beasts nonetheless. When is the last time a demon showed the mercy you're intending to show them?"<br/><br/>"B... but we're human... don't we have a responsibility to be..."<br/><br/>"What? Morally superior? It is a mercy to all existence to end a demon's life. Don't be fooled. The demons are here to rape, murder and torture you and everyone who have ever known. They know no love or care for anything but themselves, and in that, we are already vindicated in our actions. Every demon you spare will just kill and rape until someone else ends the foul thing. If you can't kill them without hesitation, then leave now."<br/><br/>With that he started walking, his men pausing for a moment before following him again. Though he had only briefly tapped into his power to make that dash, he could hear the faint whisper in the back of his head... Eruo... pleading with him... to just let him kill all of them, the humans, demons, everything in the city... to devour it all... it soon faded, however.<br/><br/>He couldn't help but feel sorry for his men... he understood... many demons had vaguely humanoid appearances, they talked like humans... he could understand why some of them might actually think they were something like humans... but they hadn't seen what he had, they didn't know the depths of demon depravity like he did. They never knew his father...