Bringing his wrists down back to his sides, Issac rubbed them and frowned. “Why should I sacrifice myself for you?” He questioned. “So I can go to hell and be tortured instead of you?” The pastor huffed. He didn’t know this demon; didn’t care about him. It was a demon! He did something to deserve to be where he was now. God didn’t just punish others for no reason. Not with hell fire.<br/><br/>“He is forgiving. As for his guidance, for his help. He will help you.” Issac informed. He wanted to help, but he didn’t want to give his own soul up for it. “You’re not forsaken. No one is.” He explained.<br/><br/>“If I accept you, what then? Can I just go back to my daily activities?” Issac questioned. If his soul was damned either way, then Issac had nothing to lose but his life. He’d rather live for a few more years than die right then and there.