Damien paused, looking at the people in his penthouse. He'd not heard their names, but it was pretty easy by now to figure out who they were. The cook was Famine, Pestilence.. err, Pollution was making a mess on the couch, Death was fairly obvious. So that left..
He smirked over at the woman then. "Ah, and you must be War. I understand that you, along with these others, have been quite busy in this city lately. This is such a wonderful time. Prophecy being fulfilled. I mean.. right now, this is it. Though I'm really hoping that the Nazarene doesn't show up."
Looking over at Death, he nodded and opened a drawer from a cabinet by the wall. Pulling out a Phillips head screwdriver, he walked over and set it on the table by the being's skeletal hand. "I believe this will help you." Then he called out to the kitchen, "So, what's for dinner tonight?"