Isaac walked out of the bedroom wearing a nice, button down shirt and a good pair of pants, wearing his black, leather shoes. Isaac was tying a tie onto his shirt, having a very important appointment today.
"Twice around, and through the loop…" Isaac said, tying a Windsor knot in his tie. As he walked through the apartment, this caught the eye of Sally, who was preparing to go to work.
"Well, I didn't expect my husband to look so handsome." Sally said, walking up to Isaac. Isaac smiled, tightening his tie.
"Well, I need to make a good first impression for the job." Isaac responded. Sally smiled, slightly shaking her head.
"It's not like you're going to be working in an office. You're going to be stocking shelves and bagging groceries." Sally said, fixing his tie. After it was neat, Sally kissed him on the cheek.
"Now, if you're going to get there on time, you'll need to make sure you're there fifteen minutes early." Sally said, pointing to the clock on the wall. Isaac looked, seeing it was 10:00.
"Fifteen minutes." Isaac observed, kissing his wife before running out the door. Isaac ran past the elevator, taking the stairway. Isaac quickly ran down the stairs, getting to the lobby. Isaac ran out of the apartment complex, making a left turn down the road to the supermarket.
"Don't stop me now!" Isaac exclaimed, weaving through the people walking, making good time! As he ran down the sidewalk, Isaac slowed down, stopping at a large, handmade memorial. There were rows of candles, several pictures hung on the walls, and a large pile of flowers. Isaac had a flash of pain through his head, realizing this was where the Demon had killed those people!
There were a few people there, paying their respects. One of them, an Overlander who looked to be of descent from Efrika, or more specific, Mazuri, was setting down a bouquet of roses, right where one of the outlines were. He took out a handkerchief, blowing into it.
"Someone you knew?" Isaac asked, feeling uncomfortable. The Overlander looked over, seeing Isaac.
"Rather tall for a Mobian, aren't you?" He asked.
"I get that a lot." Isaac answered. The Overlander nodded, putting his handkerchief away.
"My research assistant was killed here a few weeks ago. I mean, I knew she had a problem with the drug, but I didn't think she was in on selling them!" The Overlander said.
"Drug? What drug?" Isaac asked. The Overlander looked at him strangely, almost in disbelief.
"You don't know?" He asked.
"Know what?" Isaac asked.
"Bubble bombs. They've been in circulation for a few years. How do you not know about them?" He asked.
"I'm a bit… out of the loop." Isaac answered. The Overlander shrugged his shoulders, looking back to the memorial.
"She didn't deserve this. None of them did." He said. Isaac nodded in agreement.
"I agree. It wasn't their place to make the decision." Isaac said, feeling heaviness in his heart.
"What's your name?" The Overlander asked. Isaac extended his hand, the Overlander shaking it.
"Issachar. Issachar Horowitz." Isaac said, introducing his alias.
"Nate Morgan." The Overlander said, introducing himself. Isaac nodded, letting go of his hand.
"Well, it was nice to meet you, but I'm on my way to a job interview. Hope to find you again." Isaac said, turning back towards the direction of the supermarket.
"Of course, of course. Good luck to you, Mr. Horowitz." Nate said, turning back to the memorial. Isaac began running again, soon making it to the supermarket. Isaac checked his watch, seeing that he was still quite a bit early.
"Damn. Could've talked to Mr. Morgan a while longer." Isaac said, finding the Overlander to be an interesting conversationist. Isaac walked into the supermarket, looking for the office where the manager would be. Isaac saw an office in the corner of the building, where there was a chair next to the door. Isaac walked over, knocking on the door.
After a few moments, the door opened, the manager being a slightly overweight, balding Caucasian man. His nametag said 'Arnold'. He saw Isaac standing there, seeing him holding a newspaper.
"Are you Issachar Horowitz?" He asked. Isaac nodded.
"Oh… I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting you for another… twenty minutes." He said, looking at his watch.
"To be early is to be on time. But to be on time, means you are late. And late is unacceptable." Isaac responded. Arnold smiled, already liking his attitude.
"Let me guess… G.U.N.?" He asked. Isaac nodded. The manager began chuckling, opening the door wider.
"Well, come on in. Let's get this interview underway." He said, letting Isaac in his office.
"Take a seat, Mr. Horowitz. Now, before we start, why did choose to work here, when your experience with G.U.N. would've guaranteed you a better job?" He asked.
"I had suffered cranial trauma from an IED. It resulted in myself occasionally experiencing absence seizures. I need a job that won't put myself in a situation where I won't end up getting hurt." Isaac explained, using his backstory.
"Sorry to hear about that. But I know how it is. We usually employ retired military and people with disabilities, so as to provide opportunities for them to be able to make an income. The Assistant Manager who takes over is a Retired G.U.N. Agent as well! Hell, you might just know him." Arnold said.
"Maybe not. I haven't been a G.U.N. Agent in eight years. When did he retire?" Isaac asked.
"About five years ago. He only works part-time, though. You'll probably only see him once or twice a month." Arnold said.
"See him?" Isaac asked. Arnold nodded, beginning to smile. He extended a hand, Isaac quickly shaking it.
"Welcome to Central City Markets. I believe you'll be a nice addition to our little family here." He said, straightening his posture.
"But I didn't tell you what I'm able to do." Isaac said.
"Mr. Horowitz, stocking shelves and cleaning floors isn't rocket science. I have faith a military man like yourself can make yourself useful here. Now, when can you start?" He asked.
"As soon as possible!" Isaac answered. He smiled at this, liking his enthusiasm. "You start Thursday. That'll give us time to sort out a schedule. You'll be paid on a weekly basis, every Friday. Now, your shift starts at 9 o' clock. Make sure to get here fifteen minutes early to get yourself ready for your shift. Uniforms are kept here at the store, so make sure you have time to get it on before you relieve your coworkers." He explained, taking out a piece of paper.
"Here you go. Once you sign it, you'll be gainfully employed!" He said, handing Isaac a pen. Isaac picked up the paper, reading it over. After reading it through, seeing it to be reliable, Isaac signed it, making sure to use his alias.
"Now, I'm going to need to see your I.D. and your Social Security card to get your tax forms sorted out for when you get paid." He said. Isaac took out his wallet, giving him his I.D. and Social Security card. The Manager took pictures of them, loading them into the store's system.
"Alright, we'll see you in a few days! First day is always orientation. You'll meet the rest of team and they'll get you up to speed on how we do things here." Arnold explained, getting up. Isaac got up as well, shaking Arnold's hand.
"Thank you, sir! I really appreciate this!" Isaac said. Arnold nodded, opening the door of his office.
"Remember, get here on Thursday and be here by 8:45. We'll be seeing you, then." Arnold said, letting Isaac leave. Isaac walked out of the office, feeling himself ready to explode!
"I… I actually got the job! Just like that!" Isaac said to himself, never actually having to do a job interview before! The moment he exited the supermarket, Isaac began running back to the apartment complex, wanting to get back as soon as possible! But as he ran, the changing of a traffic light stopped him at the crossing.
"In a hurry somewhere?" Someone asked, grabbing Isaac's attention. Isaac looked, seeing an older human male. He was holding onto a cane, some of his weight leaning on it. He was wearing a pair of loose jeans and a black shirt, wearing a wool jacket. He had on a pair of black shoes and a wool flat cap.
"Just going home. I just finished my job interview and I wanted to call my wife when I get back." Isaac explained. The old man nodded, seeing why he would want to be in a hurry. But as they waited, the old man saw a few people on the other side of the street, each one with a small pin on their shirts. The old man began backing up, not liking what he was seeing.
"Are you alright, old man?" Isaac asked, noticing him looking uneasy. The old man only shook his head, looking around. Isaac looked around himself, trying to figure out why he was looking like he was going to have a heart attack. Isaac soon saw the group of people, each one wearing the same pin as the other. Isaac focused his vision, able to see the pin. The pin design was nothing like he had seen before. It looked to be an engraving of a skull with cracks and flames on the golden pin.
Isaac looked to where the old man was, seeing that he was gone. The door to one of the numerous stores on the street was just closing, indicating the old man had gone inside. Isaac stepped away from the crossing, wanting to see what was going to happen. As soon as the crossing signal flashed, the group of people began walking, already making a beeline for the store the old man went in. Isaac inconspicuously followed, making sure to have a bit of distance. The people quickly walked in, Isaac managing to get inside before the door closed.
The store was a laundromat, the old man trying to make it look like he was using one of the machines. There was no one else in there, the old man unfortunately standing out. Isaac quickly made his way behind one of the walls of washing machines, hiding himself from the group. As soon as the group ascertained that the old man was the only one there, one of them turned back to the door, locking it, and turning the sign so that the 'Closed' side was facing out of the window.
"Thank you for… turning the sign. We're closed. Please… go away?" The old man hesitantly said.
"Alright, Horace. We've given you enough time. Where's the chemical supply you promised us?" The leader asked, slowly walking to the old man. The old man stopped making himself look busy, breaking out into a sweat.
"I… I'm not supplying you anymore." He quickly said. The leader began chuckling, before striding up to the old man and grabbing him by the collar of his jacket, bringing him closer to himself!
"We need those chemicals, Horace! We just lost seven of our suppliers a few weeks ago! We need to belt out more product to make up our losses!" The leader yelled, shaking the old man. The old man began laughing nervously, not really knowing how to get himself out of this.
"I-I-I can't keep doing this, Larry! I r-r-r-refuse to contribute anymore!" Horace stuttered. Larry threw the old man away from him, Horace's back hitting a wall of dryers.
"We need more Bubble Bombs, old man! I don't care if you suddenly grew a conscious, we need those drugs now! The Big Boss is ready to snap without a fix! So, if you like your legs as they are, I recommend you go and get those chemicals ready for pickup tonight. 10 on 5th." Larry said, motioning for the others to unlock the door. They quickly did, opening it for Larry.
As he made for the door, he quickly turned around, the old man getting up off of the floor.
"And don't make us hunt you down next time! Next time, if you refuse to deliver, we'll make sure you'll be singing an octave higher." Larry threatened, making a snipping gesture. Horace gulped, the group leaving.
"Oh… what have I gotten myself into." Horace said to himself, brushing off dust from his jacket.
"Sounds like you didn't have much of a choice." Isaac responded, walking out from behind the wall of washers. Horace flinched, but relaxed upon recognizing him.
"Oh, you're the young man from the crosswalk." He responded. Isaac nodded, looking to where the door was.
"I shouldn't ask, but… is there any way I can help you get out of this deal?" Isaac asked, willing to risk his cover.
The old man sighed, shaking his head. He walked over to the closet, unlocking it. Horace went in and soon walked out with a large, plastic crate. He practically threw it down onto the floor, opening it.
"Bubble Bombs. Worst thing I was ever forced to be a part of." Horace sighed, sitting down. Isaac, not really knowing what to do, walked over and sat opposite of him from the crate.
"How did it start?" Isaac asked. Horace sighed, beginning to go through the cleaning chemicals.
"Bubble Bombs were supposed to be used when using a washing machine. Add it with your detergents to give a little extra boost. First, I made them and had them as an option to buy for use in laundry. I had hopes that I could market them large-scale, have it the premier item in supermarkets for laundry!" Horace began to explain.
"But some putz decided they looked like candy and decided to eat a few! I called paramedics in case the meshugenah got poisoned. But instead of being poisoned, he began giggling like an idiot and dancing around. Didn't take long for people to start thinking of the 'medicinal' effects of my product." Horace further explained.
"Sounds like some real shmucks." Isaac responded. Horace's eyes widened a bit, not realizing Isaac knew Yiddish.
"So… that's when the orders and requests started coming through! People wanted Bubble Bombs! Of course, quite a few requests were for laundry purposes. But I began having trouble sorting out which ones were legitimate and which ones were a cover for getting high." Horace continued.
"Soon… junkies and dealers kept requesting, telling me my 'drug' was going to be bigger than anything ever on Mobius! Of course, I said no! I didn't want to be part of the drug trade! Unfortunately, it didn't take long for people to begin figuring out what made up the Bubble Bombs. Soon, every drug chemist was making Bubble Bombs." Horace finished.
"If everyone was making Bubble Bombs, why was that shmendrik after you?" Isaac asked.
"I'm the meshugenah that invented the damn things! Almost all the suppliers that made the drug were killed a few weeks ago! Right now… I'm the only one who can maintain the steady supply." Horace answered. Isaac felt a bit uncomfortable, being the subject of who killed the dealers.
"Of course, my version of Bubble Bombs weren't that dangerous! Once other people figured out what was in them, they began cutting and adding other substances into them! Hell, this shmuck thought it was a good idea to cut in more lye into the mix than was already in it! Now, I used lye and made it so that the lye wasn't present anymore! But when he put more in and took it… poor bastard was dead in about half an hour. The lye dissolved through his internal organs like they were nothing." Horace said, not going through the chemicals anymore.
"So, if you were to be able to hide, that would prevent them from being able to make more?" Isaac asked. Horace only shook his head.
"Maybe for a time. But as they were able to do before, some drop-out from chemistry class will figure it out and they'll be making more potent, dangerous variants again. The reason they want me to make more is because they know you won't be killed taking them!" Horace explained.
"So… it would be better for you to make them?" Isaac asked.
"Well… for a time. But besides their incredibly illegal nature, a few of the chemicals eventually causes physical dependence when ingested. And not to mention the withdrawal! I've seen a man near scratch the entirety of his arm to muscle, pulling clumps of his hair out! He was a mess to the point where the mere mention of the drug was enough to send him into a frenzy!" Horace explained.
"What happened to him?" Isaac asked.
"Eventually, he got clean. He actually works at the supermarket down the street. Sometimes, I stop to talk to him, see how he's doing." Horace answered.
"Oh man, I was actually down there a few minutes ago. Guess I didn't see him." Isaac said.
"You wouldn't recognize him if you saw him before. Although, he does wear a sleeve on his right arm, due to the scarring. But anyway… looks like I get to risk my business to save my life." Horace said, picking up the crate of chemicals.
"Listen, I think I can help you. But I need to know when the deal's going down." Isaac said.
"Why do you want to help me with this bupkis? You're just some goy from off the sidewalk!" Horace asked, walking into the backroom with the chemicals.
"Vayl ikh bin der eyner vos gehrget di dilerz (Because I'm the one that killed the dealers)!" Isaac yelled. After a few moments, Horace walked out of the backroom, the color drained from his face.
"Vas meynstu (What do you mean)?" Horace asked.
ikh ... ikh gehrget zey in a shturem fun tsorn. ikh hob afilu nisht gevaust vos iz geshen biz ikh bin aoyfgeshtanen in der morgn (I… I killed them in a fit of rage. I didn't even know what had happened until I woke up in the morning)." Isaac explained.
"Oy vey." Horace muttered, slamming the crate of chemicals on the counter.
"Listen, I used to be Special Forces. I promise you; I can stop them without killing them! But I need to know what you want me to do." Isaac explained.
"I want you to stay out of it! This is my burden. I put that cursed drug out onto the streets. Now… I have to deal with the consequences." Horace said, picking out three boxes, being borax, washing soda, and baking soda. After grabbing the boxes, he grabbed a bottle of lye and an unlabeled bottle of pink liquid.
"Tonight is the full moon! I… I can't really tell you why it's important, but…" Isaac began to explain, not wishing to divulge his Demonic nature. Horace shook his head, entering the backroom.
"Listen… you have no reason to believe me, but…" Isaac began to say, before Horace stormed out of the backroom!
"I told you to leave my laundromat! Now, if you're not going to do that, I'll have to call the police!" Horace threatened.
"And risk them finding out you're making Bubble Bombs?" Isaac asked. Horace quickly shut his mouth, realizing he was in a bind.
"I… listen, I need some time to think. But… the people you're looking for are part of a gang called 'The Flaming Skulls'. Very organized. They have a lot of pull in this city. So, if you were to find them near Station Square around, oh say, one in the morning, you should be able to get information from one of the fuckups. He looks like a mess. Can't miss him!" Horace explained, beginning to grin.
Isaac suddenly felt a scraping inside of his stomach, the Demon waiting to be released tonight.
"Oh, I wish you didn't say that." Isaac said to himself, clutching at his stomach. Horace saw Isaac looking like he was going to vomit! Horace grabbed a bucket from behind the counter, handing it to Isaac. Isaac quickly grabbed it, emptying his stomach! Isaac, after catching his breath, looked into the bucket, seeing his vomit contained large amounts of blood! Horace couldn't help but look in as well, his face growing pale.
"You didn't take one of those Bubble Bombs, did you?!" Horace asked. Isaac shook his head, before vomiting again.
"Vomiting up blood is a symptom of the lye tablets! If you somehow got some of that in your system, it'll be burning a hole in your stomach!" Horace exclaimed. Isaac shook his head, not believing he had taken one! Suddenly, a pang of pain flashed through his head, a memory revealing itself.
Isaac was back in the alleyway, in his Demonic Form. As Isaac was admiring his body count in the other alleyway, killing more drug dealers and thieves, Isaac soon noticed a Ziplock bag poking out of someone's pocket. Isaac walked over to the corpse, grabbing the bag. He pulled it out of the pocket, seeing it was full of the pink tablets. While pink in color, there was a bit of white discoloration in them. Sniffing the bag, Isaac opened it, reaching into it. He pulled out a tablet, studying it. Isaac popped it into his mouth, chewing.
After tasting it, Isaac quickly emptied the bag into his mouth, the iron taste of the tablets reminding him of raw meat! After eating them, Isaac soon felt like he was floating, a wave of euphoria lifting him.
"Woah." Isaac said, beginning to teeter. But as he was in the high, he began hearing police sirens, indicating that he had to leave. Isaac quickly leaped up for the top of the alleyway, pulling himself up onto the rooftop. The memory soon ceased, Isaac realizing he was dissolving from the inside!
"By Elohim… I… I ate an entire bag of those fucking things!" Isaac exclaimed. Horace quickly grabbed a bottle of white distilled vinegar, uncapping it and shoving the opening into Isaac's mouth!
"Drink, you crazy motherfucker!" Horace yelled! Isaac didn't hesitate, tilting back the bottle and chugging it down! After a few seconds, Horace pulled it away from him, Isaac coughing and breathing a bit heavy.
"That should neutralize the lye in your stomach! But right now, we need to get you into a hospital!" Horace said, grabbing under Isaac's shoulder. Isaac escaped his grasp, shaking his head.
"No! I don't need a doctor! All I need is some rest." Isaac argued.
"Lye isn't just corrosive, it's toxic! It's a miracle you're still alive as you are! A doctor is going to be best for you!" Horace argued.
"I ate those things almost a month ago! If I needed a doctor, I would've been dead weeks ago!" Isaac argued. Horace was shocked by this, knowing that eating a whole bag of them would've dissolved his stomach in less than an hour, let alone the entirety of his digestive tract.
"You… you should be dead. You should've died the night you killed those people… yet you're still alive." Horace analyzed. Isaac already knew the answer to why he was still alive. The Demon refused to let Isaac die. Isaac felt his stomach burn every so often throughout the weeks after the murders.
It was his genetics constantly healing the damage. But to prevent the lye from going down the rest of his digestive tract, the stomach lining enveloped it, which caused it to constantly dissolve away at the regenerating tissues.
"You… are not like other people, are you?" Horace asked. Isaac shook his head, looking towards the exit. Isaac began stumbling for the door, his stomach feeling like it was on fire again. But after a few steps, Isaac collapsed, beginning to black out. Isaac began coughing, small jets of hellfire exiting his mouth! As his vision faded, Isaac saw Horace go behind the counter, taking the phone off of the receiver and punching in a number. Isaac soon descended into unconsciousness, finding himself in his memories of the Great Forest.
Isaac took no reluctance to seek out the home he had grew up in. He ran into the clearing, seeing the home resting near the shore. Isaac quickly ran over to the door, grabbing the doorknob. Isaac tried to turn and pull on it, but it was as if the doorknob was cemented stuck!
"You've got to be kidding me!" Isaac exclaimed, wanting to get this over with. As he tried to open it, he heard a window opening, the sound of the frame sliding. Isaac quickly ran over, seeing it was the window to the kitchen. Isaac quickly climbed in, landing onto the floor. Gloria was just sitting down at the table, looking exhausted!
She was drinking from a mug, small drops of coffee streaking from the corners of her mouth. She had heavy rings under her eyes. She tilted the mug back further, soon taking it from her mouth, the mug upside-down, completely empty. She sighed, putting the mug back down.
"Mother… why do you look so tired?" Isaac asked, walking to her closer. Suddenly, a crying noise erupted from the other room, causing Gloria to flinch, and then sigh. She got up from the table, stretching out her back.
"Have I no need for rest?" She asked herself, pushing her chair back in. But as soon as she proceeded to walk towards the doorframe that leads to the living room, the crying ceased, footsteps walking towards the kitchen. Azazel appeared from around the corner, holding an infant Isaac, who was now quiet.
"He just needed the comfort of a parent." Azazel said, walking into the kitchen and pulling out a chair. He sat down; Isaac still nestled in his arms. Gloria sighed in relief, pulling out the other chair and sitting down as well.
"I have forged swords for the Archangels of Heaven's Council. I have fought for five days straight, clawing for my own survival against Demonic forces! But this… I was not prepared for rearing a child!" Gloria lamented.
"Gloria, mortals rear children many times in their lifetimes. But from what I have seen, pardon the expression, the first child is never the easiest." Azazel explained. Gloria sighed and rolled her eyes, frustrated.
"And you're not the one who had to birth him!" Gloria snapped, the infant Isaac crying in response. Azazel moved his hand onto Isaac's forehead, rubbing his thumb against the bridge of his nose. Isaac soon calmed down, his crying ceasing.
"How are you so well with him?" Gloria asked, not understanding how Azazel was so adept at child rearing. Azazel smiled a bit, giving Isaac a gentle kiss.
"The trading caravans I used to run with when I had my vision, the people running them would always bring their children. Many of the young mothers that would need sleep would trust the care of the children to the others, including myself. So, after a few years of caring for their children, I knew every trick and remedy I needed to know." Azazel explained, tapping Isaac's nose, causing him to laugh a bit.
"So you are saying that you can take care of him while I get some sleep?" Gloria asked. Azazel smiled, nodding.
"Take as much sleep as you want. I will only disturb you when he is hungry." Azazel said, getting up from his seat. Gloria got up from her seat as well, walking to Azazel. She put her hands onto his shoulders, leaning forward and kissing him. After a few moments, she broke the kiss, walking out of the kitchen and towards their bedroom.
"Do not worry, young Isaac. Mother is tired. But you are only a few weeks old. Eventually, you will give me gray hairs." Azazel said.
The adult Isaac was awestruck by this, not realizing how much he affected their lives by simply being born.
"Are you going be a hunter? Huh? Are you going to be a little hunter, Kuḻantai?" Azazel asked, playing with Isaac. The infant Isaac had his arms outstretched, grabbing at his father's fingers. Azazel, chuckling lightly, walked to the living room with him, a small fire in the hearth. Azazel sat down with Isaac, his son shifting his attention to the hearth. Soon, the fire began to grow, still contained in the hearth.
Azazel, noticing Isaac's head had shifted, put his hand in front of Isaac's eyes, the fire beginning to diminish. Azazel took his hand away, the fire beginning to grow again. Azazel began to grow concerned, not liking the looks of this.
"Oh no…" Azazel muttered. Azazel didn't see this coming, Isaac inheriting their powers. He truly believed that Isaac would somehow not inherit their powers, since they had rendered themselves mortal. Azazel gently shifted Isaac's vision away from the hearth, his gaze away from the fire.
As Azazel was holding Isaac, there was a heavy knock at the door. Azazel had heard footsteps before, but he didn't expect visitors so early.
"Do you want to see who it is?" Azazel asked Isaac, getting up from his seat. Azazel walked over to the door, grabbing the doorknob. As he opened the door, a bright light emitted from it, blinding the observing Isaac! Soon, Isaac's vision ended, himself waking from the vision. Isaac slowly got up, finding himself on a bedroll. As soon as he got up, he was pushed back down again, restrained by someone.
"Woah! Keep down! You've been out for a while!" A female voice instructed. Isaac blinked, his vision nothing but a blur.
"Holy shit, is he awake?!" Another voice exclaimed, this time, being a voice Isaac recognized.
"Samantha?" Isaac asked, knowing her voice from anywhere, using Sally's alias. Sally quickly ran over, kneeling beside him.
"Yeah, I'm here! How you holding up?" She asked. Isaac began blinking rapidly, his vison beginning to clear. He saw an upset Sally above him, changed into more casual clothing than her business attire.
"I… I don't know. I'm… I don't know." Isaac answered. As he said this, he saw Horace working in the corner, cleaning up a chemical spill.
"Horace?" Isaac asked, noticing him. Horace quickly looked back, seeing a faint smile on the old man's face.
"So, the meshugenah is finally awake. Of course, your name is a bit misleading, considering you're not actually Jewish." Horace responded.
"What?" Isaac asked, not knowing how he could know that.
"These two, my Mishpocha, told me everything." Horace said, his hands on the shoulders of two heavily clothed Mobians. Like Isaac, they were taller than most Mobians, a few inches tall than him. Their identities were partially concealed by the hoods on their jackets, but Isaac could see the female was a cat, and the male was a wolverine, under their hoods.
"Rather tall for Mobians, aren't you?" Isaac asked, smirking.
"Yes… but you are rather short for a Nephilim." The wolverine replied. Sally and Isaac felt their faces heat up, realizing their cover was blown! Isaac quicky got up, feeling the room spin. Isaac quickly got his bearings, standing on his own two feet.
"Who told you that?!" Isaac yelled, his anger beginning to erupt! Isaac's skin began to darken, his veins turning red! The two Mobians flinched, realizing they hit a bit of a nerve. Isaac's clothing began to smolder, his eyes twitching violently! But as soon as he began to twitch, Sally gripped his shoulder, getting his attention.
"Please… calm down." Sally pleaded, trying to appeal to his sanity. Isaac blinked a few times, shaking his head. Isaac's skin and veins returned to their natural color, his clothing extinguishing. Isaac's breathing slowed down, Isaac becoming calm.
"You're Azazel's son, all right." The wolverine commented, getting Isaac's attention again.
"You knew my father?" Isaac asked.
"Knew him? We served him!" He replied, him and the cat pulling their hoods down. While they had Mobian characteristics, they looked as if their physical bodies were corrupted, skin looking as if it had been burned and healed several times over! Isaac flinched at this, never seeing anything like this before!
"Who… no, what are you?" Isaac asked, horrified. The two nodded, putting their hoods back up.
"Actually a better reaction than we thought. Horace said you'd probably freak out and breath fire on us." The cat commented, crossing her arms.
"You didn't answer my question! Who or what are you?!" Isaac asked, his eyes beginning to twitch again. The wolverine stepped forward, his hands in front of him.
"My name is Xorelaz, Archdemon of the Circle of Violence… well, at least, I used to be. And this here is-" Xorelaz began to say, before the cat interrupted him.
"I am Vylania, the former Archdemon of the Circle of Lust." Vylania said, introducing herself. She walked to Isaac, jabbing a finger into his shoulder.
"And I know of your every desire." She said, quickly glancing over to Sally. She smirked a bit, already knowing her desires.
"Seems Isaac is just enough for you, isn't he?" She asked, implying something. Sally blushed brightly, feeling her privacy was just breached. Xorelaz marched from where he was, becoming angry.
"Vyl! Leave them alone! Their desires are not for us to know!" Xorelaz yelled, his anger beginning to take over. Vylania recoiled at this, her demonic nature retreating.
"Holy… Oh my God! I'm so sorry! The both of you! I… I couldn't help it!" Vylania exclaimed, apologizing. Sally held up her hands, showing she wasn't angry.
"Hey, it's okay! Sometimes, things like that just slip out! We never mean them!" Sally replied, defusing the conversation. Vylania calmed down a bit, pulling the hood from her head.
"Sorry. Sorry. It's just… Xorelaz and I, we don't tend to hang around people for too long. Because if we do, people tend to stare and… well, that just begins to cause problems for us." Vylania explained.
"Alright, listen. As much as I would like to know who you are, as a person, I'd like to know how you know my father." Isaac said, keeping himself calm.
"Well… that's a bit of a long story." Xorelaz said.