Glancing down at the journal, Issac thought about what he had done before his stomach sank. “I..uh..” he trailed off, taking a step back from said demon. “Perhaps.” He swallowed hard; his hand slipping into the pocket of his robe in search for his cross. Wrapping his hand around the cross, Issac backed up once more before pulling the cross out and holding it out towards the demon.<br/><br/>“You’re not allowed to be here. This is...it’s holy ground.” He stated. He couldn’t believe how idiotic he was sounding. Demons were real, but one that was able to stand in a church and not be bothered? This had to be a prank. Didn’t it take more than a few words to summon a demon anyway? “Leave, In the name of god. You’re not welcome here.”<br/><br/>So he summoned the other on accident...it wasn’t as if too much his time was being wasted. Issac didn’t want him here, so now he was able to leave an do as he pleased.<br/><br/>Once he backed himself up enough, Issac shut the door and locked it; as if that would keep the demon at bay. While it may slow him down, he knew it wouldn’t hold. The pastor used this time to make his way back upstairs in search of better protection.