David paused. "The staff isn't holy or anything, just magic sure people who we thought were holy carried it but that doesn't mean it is. All we know is it's really powerful and can increase magical power ten fold, after it's the same staff that parted the red sea." He smirked and walked down the street towards the church. Humming a little. Before you ask, yes I am religious. Templar order specifically, we hunt demons and secure magic artifacts and we do bad things to make everyone else safe." He stopped near the church.

He started by trying the door it was locked, he taped the staff against the door it opened perfectly. "Trick only work on things on human locks." He walked over to one of the stain glass windows, one of with the same word that were on his shirt, gripping the brick he pulled it out. then reached back feeling for something. "Just so were clear I don't try to be good, we subscribe to the simplest of ideals, kill them all and let god sort them out." He finished pulling out a little box, it had extra ammo, a spare cross, chalk, and a bottle of blessed wine.

He move to the enter between the pews of the church and drew on the floor, words in four five languages. Then he drank of the wine pouring a bottle of holy water in the center of his little ritual he slammed the end of the staff into it. He rose up slowly, his eyes rolled back and he started to float just so off the ground, the wind picked up around them. He spoke Latin, then Greek, followed by chanting in Hebrew. Finally he collapsed on the ground, looking like junkie who had just had the high of a life time he righted himself. "The headaches are definitely the worse part, much worse than the sore muscles and the slight chance of internal bleeding." He groaned getting up leaning on the staff. "Did I try to kill anyone? Last time I did that I pinned the satyr I was working to the wall and threw holy water on a capture Imp." David chuckled still looking a bit weak.