Silas made a little noise like 'welp' as he crashed into the wall with Nathaniel. How did that Nathaniel guess that he was a demon? The man's gaze felt like ice and fire at the same time upon him, raising the hairs on the back of his neck.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"Who sent you?!"</span></span>yelled Nathaniel.<br/><br/>"Father Jonathan," Silas said meekly. "Please let me go." His body began to ache, and he felt a bad feeling in his stomach. It was mere seconds ago that he was in demon form, and he already wanted to turn back into that again. He gritted his teeth; it was just an urge, not an actual need.<br/><br/>Ashton squatted down next to Silas and Nathaniel. "So, demons can sense other demons. That seems like a useful skill," she said, smiling politely at Nathaniel.<br/><br/>Silas looked at Nathaniel in confusion. "You can?"<br/><br/>Ashton rolled her eyes. She didn't know anything about demons, but she got a hinting suspicion that Silas did not either. What sort of demon didn't know anything about demons?<br/><br/>"Is this thing an imbecile?"<br/><br/>"Don't call me an imbecile!" Silas protested.<br/><br/>On the other side of the conversation, Roy looked towards Claude's body, then at the rest of the group. "Who just knocked down a towering giant and cracked his skull? Nathaniel? Amaya? Eve? ...Aris?" He looked at each person as he named them, hoping for an answer.