Ty knew exactly what he wanted to do with this little sanctuary from the demon invasion. He snapped his fingers once, and then brought them to his lips to let out a long, piercing whistle. With a faint rumbling of pounding hooves and paws in the distance, he smirked, knowing backup was coming.
And they did. In less than half an hour, Ty was surrounded by a veritable military force of hellish beasts. Hellhounds were the most common beasts present, and they were up there with his favorites: massive, monstrous hounds, covered in chains and scars, with burning manes, fiery breath, and razor-sharp teeth. There were other beasts, too, from shadowy, ruthless panthers to massive, testosterone-fueled minotaurs to the corrupted, flesh-hungry werewolves.
He was glad to find a number of beastmen as well, though fewer in number. Several tiger-men and stallion-men stood at arms, with cursed, demonic-spined weaponry in their hands. To Ty's surprise, there was another beast, perhaps greatest of all: a demonic stallion well bigger than any mortal horse, with a glowing purple-black coat, a skeletal muzzle, glowing red eyes, and six powerful legs. He was clearly suited to carry a true, powerful demon, rather than a man. Ty climbed onto the horse's back, and gazed out over the gathered beasts. After a moment, he raised a hand, and yelled, "charge!"
The beasts and monsters swarmed into the church. Ty hung back, to avoid doing most of the work, but even from outside, he could hear the screams of terror from within, as well as the thuds and howls of pain. After about half an hour of waiting, he gave his demonic steed a soft kick to gesture him into the church's entrance.
What Ty discovered made blood surge into his cock, bringing it to full mast. The beasts had ripped the church apart far faster than he'd expecting. Every pew stood either overturned or completely ripped to shreds. Some of the religious churchgoers lay wounded off to the sides, but many others were used by the beasts to satisfy their most primal urges. One woman stood pressed up against a wall, while a gigantic werewolf held her by the waist in one clawed paw. His teeth hovered mere inches away from ripping into her throat at any time, while his hips pounded away at hers, driving his pulsing scarlet cock into her cunt. Two hellhounds had captured another man. One appeared to have already had its way, as it was mounting the man, with his entire monstrous cock buried up to the knot in his ass. Another hound had mounted his face, and continually drove his bestial cock down his throat.
The demonic horse continued to trot forth, closer to the center stage of the church. The pastor had escaped most of the violence, and now cowered behind his altar, brandishing a crucifix. A minotaur approached him, snarling and brandishing an axe, ready to take him down at any moment. Within the minotaur's filthy loincloth, his bulge noticeably grew larger, as if he's growing aroused at playing with his prey.
Ty commanded his stallion to ride forth, and, with another whistle, called the minotaur off. With a huff, the mythical monster stepped aside. Ty then approached the altar, getting a good look at the pastor.
He appeared to be an unremarkable man, dressed in black robes. He was huddled behind his altar, but, as the mounted demon approached, he stumbled backwards even further. "Begone, demon!" He shouted, waving the little holy symbol once more. "The power of God compels you!"
Ty chuckled to himself. Knowing full well that the power of God compelled him to do nothing, he took a moment to contemplate his options...