The night was young as Johanna parked up her ride at the side of a building. Derelict, left behind by the city planners and in a state where no one would wanna renovate it. Of course, that made it the perfect squatter's roost-- Or a demon's hideout.

Johanna already had the brief. There was some evidence of demonic activity in the area, and it was about time to get things sorted. Going out on this trip meant not having to endure more squawking from Theresia about missing sermons and other such events she considered important. Saves her time, and Theresia's breath.

Pulling out a cross, she casually swung it around on its chain, before stopping. As the cross flung forwards, the chain itself seemed to lengthen, and the cross got larger, until it finally crashed its way into the boarded up wall, sending splintered wood everywhere. She knew it'd alert whatever demon was inside, and as she stepped in, casual as ever, she reached into her pocket and put a cigarette into the side of her mouth, held between her lips and teeth as she snapped her fingers in front of it, a small spark lighting the end. Using small divine 'miracles' to light a cigarette. A small show of confidence, a bit of showing off-- and of course, it was super convenient. Keeping a lighter on hand was a pain.

Eventually, Johanna went up to the second floor, then the third, until finally, she reached what must have been the demon's workshop. A mass of gore and demonic sigils were painting the room, an ornate altar of bone in the back-- And of course, the demon she had been tracking.

"There you are~ Was wondering why you didn't greet me at the door: Kinda rude, ain't it?" She said, a snicker on her lips. "Though s'pose it doesn't matter, what with my breaking-and-entering. I'll call it even." She readies the cross again in her left hand. "Dealt with stronger than you-- Guess, it'll only take a minute. 'Less I decide I wanna play with you, of course~ Could always handle things THAT way."

The distant, melodic tolling of bells echoed through the cold morning air, a sound that usually signified a call to prayer or the beginning of mass. For Johanna, it was a fucking alarm clock she had no intention of snoozing, let alone obeying. She was perched on the cold stone balustrade of a forgotten balcony on the eastern side of the sanctuary, a spot that overlooked a steep, mist-filled valley and was conveniently out of sight. A great hiding place.

A half-smoked cigarette dangled from her lips as she took a long, slow drag, the end flaring bright against the grey dawn, and exhaled a plume of smoke that mingled with the mist. 'Another riveting sermon on the virtues of humility from Sister Theresia,' she thought with a sneer. 'I'd rather fight a legion of imps than listen to her squawk for an hour.'

The sound of soft footsteps on the stone floor behind her made her ears twitch. She didn't turn immediately, instead taking another deliberate drag from her cigarette, letting the intruder wait. She already knew who it was, or at least, what they were here for. Another goddamn messenger sent to drag her to her duties.

Slowly, she pushed off the balustrade and turned, her red eyes landing on the figure that had approached. Evidently, this person was new- Some initiate sent to do the work that no-one else wanted to do.

A lazy, condescending smirk played on her lips as she dropped the cigarette butt and crushed it under the heel of her boot, emphasising the grinding her her boot against it. "Let me guess," She said, her tone laced with annoyance. "Sister Theresia's panties got in a twist because I decided to skip her little morning sing-along?"

She crossed her arms under her chest, a gesture that only served to emphasize its size, and looked them up and down with an unimpressed gaze. "So what's the message? Some sort of punishment?"