Oren
The beast wasn't paying much attention at all to the despair of her rider. Instead she just trotted towards a door and huffed at the child. Almost as if she was asking if the kid wanted to eat inside here. Very illegal. Scandalous, even. Didn't stop Oren from pawing at the door some more.
Paladin
With a nod of reassurance the warrior agreed and took the lead. With his shield out and sword drawn he neared the door of the decaying building and nudged it open. If not for the fact that it was falling apart the house wouldn't be out of place in any decent neighborhood. There was still whole furniture strewn about and there were pictures as well, although all the faces seemed to be completely blank. Just flat, unyielding flesh where features might have been. Disconcerting.
Remaining silent, Paladin advanced as the vanguard of the group into a living room. There were a few chairs, a TV, and a figure wrapped up in blankets and cloth. Under his helmet he frowned before plunging his sword into the ground. The creature didn't do much other than tilt the top half of its body but the frozen blood clinging to the knight's blade told him of what might have happened.
A fierce kick broke the floorboards and revealed what was underneath. Faceless people. Still and silent, but the slight deviation it time to freeze against his sword told him it was still fresh. Either these were very fresh, or they were still alive. Demons could be so repulsive.
He walked over the whole and as he did the figure tilted what appeared to be its head towards the chairs, but Paladin shook his head. "This is no time for negotiation, demon. Unclaimed souls are yours by right, yes, but these people were certainly not dead when you ripped their souls from them. The span of a world cannot evade the justice of Stribog so long as his servants walk it. Surrender, and you will be imprisoned as according to ancient law."
Quite eloquently, the demon responded with an intense blast of light. One that would turn any normal shield to molten slag but was held back by the might of the scale. The force pushed him back a few inches, but he merely shouted and rushed forwards.
A swipe of his blade nearly decapitated the demon if not for the fact that it simply phased through its chair and just out of reach. With a growl, the warrior proceeded to make himself as much as a nuisance as possible, stabbing and slashing at it whenever possible and trying to make room so his allies could strike it without fear of harming him.