He sighs as he looks over the world around him, he stood up straight and steadied his mace. Demons roamed at night, and they would stop at nothing to infuriate the church. His eyes caught something moving in the bushes below. He picked up his mace, and aimed it at the object, then threw. The creature screamed, and Berwald sneered. 'Damn demons,' he thought, not bothering to talk aloud and give away his position. His voice, though incredibly scary sounding towards others, had a recognisable accent. He felt a hand be placed on his shoulder and he stared at its owner. "I'll take over from here, my boy. Get some sleep."

He nodded and headed down to the bunkers, which were located just inside the churches wall. Removing his medallion, and taking off the heavy blue robe, it showed his brown pants and white button top, along with his knee high running boots, a pair he styled himself.

His ears caught the sound of sniffling, and he turned around, looking at the pitch black of the bunker. He knew he was the only here, him being the youngest, he always had special treatment. He grabbed his small dagger from his coat and moved towards the blackest part of the bunkers.

"Wh'se th're?" He asks, growling. He heard a gasp come from the darkness and the shuffling of the hay covered floor. "C'me 'ut of th're." He threatened, and he heard another sniffle. "If y'u d'n't c'me 'ut, I'll c'me in."

"N-No! S-Stay away!" He heard a soft, male voice cry, before he heard the continuing sound of rustling of the hay.

"If y' c'me 'ut, I'll st'y b'ck, b't if I m'st, I'll c'me in." He says, excepting an attack.

"N-No! Y-You'll just kill me anyway, Monastery Boy!"

Berwald straighten his back, 'a demon...' He thought, and he stances himself again. "I'll k'll y'u if y'u d'n't c'me 'ut."

He heard a gasp, and more rustling. He backed up, and saw a small foot step into the light of the candle. He backed up some more and and the demon fully stepped into the light. He was a small boy, shorter than any other demon Berwald ever seen. He went to Berwald's chest, the tip of his head would barely touch his neck. He was small, dainty, like a woman. He had light blonde hair with violet eyes. He was wearing a light blue Finnish army suit.

"Wh't are y'u d'ing h're?" He asks, then he spotted the demons shoulder, his army outfit was stained bright red. "Are y'u h'rt?" He asked, thinking how easily he could kill the demon.

The demon clamped his hand over his shoulder, and more blood ran down his hand. "N-Not really..."

Berwald lowered his weapon, as he watched the blood run down his arm and drop onto the floor. He sighed, and knew he'd regret his decision. He took a step forward and the demon gasped, cowering beneath his height. Berwald stops and to show the demon he meant no harm, he slowly sets his weapon on the ground. "I'm n't g'ing to h'rt y'u."

"O-Oh Bull! H-How do I k-know you don't h-have holy water on you... N-no! S-stay back!" The demon says, cowering back when Berwald took another step forward.

"Wh't's y'ur n'ame?" Berwald asks, stalling in moving.

"T-Tino... Tino Väinämöinen..." The demon says.

"T'no... Hmm...my n'me's Berwald." Berwald said.

"Berwald... That's a nice name." Tino says, shivering. His shoulder was killing him.

"C'n I t'ke a lo'k at th't?" Berwald says, pointing to the demons injured shoulder.

Tino scanned over his face, and hesitated in nodding, then he nods slowly. He sheepishly moved towards him, and Berwald kept his eyes on Tino, not trusting the demon, injured of not, they are still pure evil.