"Oh yeah, following the sign that says death. Always clever." He still did not go elsewhere though. He was curious now. He walked to the path, knowing they stood out. But he wouldn't lower himself to grab one of the corpses clothes. The ratty strips of cloth around him would do.
He made a face as he stepped into the church, the sound of prayer grating to his ear. They were desperate. From what he could understand, they were begging for God's mercy, to stop punishing them for their sins.
He spared a glance to the cross and then looked to Satan. "Well? You're the charmer."