(Human form, but he could change to Anthro if you prefer)
The cathedral towered over the purple-haired man. No one in their right mind would want to walk into the Lya Pointa Cathedral in the dead of night, lest they run into some kind of terrible creature, but Tai was never quite in the right mind. He was growling to himself, carrying a small ice pick in his hand. The sharp tip of the pick was covered in dark, dried blood. Someone, or something, had been hurt.
He pushed open the rotting wooden door and walked into the cathedral, letting the door slam shut behind him. The sound echoed throughout the empty church. The remains of a blue tinted stained glass window let in some moonlight, bathing the building with an eerie glow. Tai liked it.
"All these damn missionaries," the man snarled, seemingly talking to himself. "Trying to convert people to their silly little religions... They ought to know not to cross my path."
Ah, but they don't know what you are. It was a voice inside Tai that only he could hear, the voice of the demon that inhabited his body.
"Tch," Tai snorted. "I thought they would, with all these rumors about me flying around. But I suppose their dim human minds did not pick up on anything..."
He walked deeper into the dark cathedral.