Issac sighed, “I am.” He admitted. Running a hand through his hair, he decided to figure out where this demon was in order to make talking easier. “How did you know where I lived? Not to mention I thought you were linked to the church?” He questioned. If the demon was able to move around freely, then this relationship would be more of a pain than he thought.<br/><br/>Spotting the other, he frowned. “Are you sick?” He noticed the way the other staggered. Could demons even get sick? And from what, if he could? Issac had a lot to learn from this demon. Maybe this could be beneficial after all. He could learn more about his god, about how hell worked...everything.