Issac yelped in surprise as the demon managed to catch up to him without a problem; backing him into the wall and preventing him from getting away. If he wouldn’t have been in such a predicament, Issac would have snapped at the other for using such foul language in a sacred area. Unfortunately, his foul mouth was the least of Issacs worries.<br/><br/>Wincing, the pastor clenched his fists as the other dug his nails into his skin. His nose scrunched up, turning his head to wipe his mouth on his robes. “Disgusting.” Issac grumbled. “You can’t take my soul. It’s not yours to take!” He hissed. If they were linked to this spot, then all he had to do was leave the building in order to be freed of this devil spawn.<br/><br/>“I don’t want to die...” The pastor pouted. That left him with one other choice...a choice he didn’t want to make. He’d betray his god by accepting this demon into his life. If he didn’t accept him, then the other wasn’t allowed to take his soul...right? Issac had a choice, and his soul belonged to god. “But if I accept you, I’ll betray my god and condem myself to hell. So you can take your offer and go bother someone else.”