Christian & Open
He'd made plans for after his shift. He was restless and he knew the Siren was a perfect distraction for his restlessness. Maybe it was the fact that since Naamah had mentioned the home to him, he'd been reminiscing about hell. Or maybe it was the upcoming full moon and the way madness had already started affecting the Village. Either way, fucking and a healthy amount of alcohol was the perfect way to forget his troubling energies.
The minute he'd felt the hint of violent energy in the air, he knew his plans were going to changet. It was subtle but he could feel a shift that called to his base hungers. The deepest part of his demon that needed the black energy of murder and mayhem to survive. It grabbed hold of the thread of energy and he let it lead him through the camp. His senses seeking.
A quick call to the others on security and he stopped near the tank. He resisted the urge to lift his head and scent the air like a shifter, instead just taking a deep breath and closing his eyes as he sucked in the energy. "We've got a problem." He said quietly as he turned to look at the person over his shoulder, eyes dark as the demon fought to stop from shedding his human appearance.