Damien was unsure of how this would work if he dared set foot inside a holy place. Would he burst into flame? Would he keel over and fall to the floor as pain hit every nerve in his body? He was not certain. Some small voice in his head told him it might be fine. Technically, he probably would not be a fan of Christmas, though he felt he should be pleased at the selfishness, and how some were extremely nice in that fake way on one special day of the year. And of course it was the celebrated birthday of the Son of God, a being who should be his eternal enemy.
But Damien did not feel as much malice about it in this place. He figured it was.. just business, as they say. He did like humans, contrary to what some might have thought. And maybe he should be thankful the angels didn't smite him within five minutes if they knew he was here. And he was also thankful for the peace that existed here.
He quickly found out that, no, he did not spontaneously combust when he slowly, and oddly stepped inside with great caution, looking around curiously. Nothing happened. Maybe nerves, but that was just from the brief anxiety. Wasn't so bad now. He slowly walked down the aisle, turning to sit in a pew at the back of the room. "Okay.. still here," he mumbled under his breath. So far, so good. He tentatively sat down and took a few deep breaths.
"First time?" Someone beside him asked nicely. It was an old lady that had sat in the pew in front of him.
Damien shrugged. "Err.. second," he said with a nod. He really didn't want to think of the first one. Didn't end well. So he stared ahead, though not looking directly at the cross. And he thought in his mind, making a promise to try behaving while in here, but he was also thankful for just being alive and having friends...