Christian | Issac | Elia
Christian wasn't really in the mood to listen to their comments or to get involved in their conversations. He could very well chat with them in his natural form but he honestly didn't want to. He was cranky about traipsing around the damn swamp in the dead of night, looking for gods only knew what. Then there was the dark witch's power and the darklings that followed them. He hated witches for a myriad of reasons and even though he tolerated the ones at the circus, it still made him uneasy.
He snorted at the comment about Naamah whining. No, the Naamah he had known in Hell wasn't whiny, she was losing patience and was hungry. But that wasn't his fight. As long as the witch didn't try to bind him. "War." He mumbled as he stared at the large open field. It was all too common with a war torn area like the south. The negative energy left behind could be felt for a long time. He turned in a circle, his senses open to the air around them. It was different somehow and he frowned.
"Why is it different? It's old and new." He growled at the witch even as he moved across the clearing toward the trees. Someone had been there and the energy wasn't something he recognized. For a demon who had been alive for a millennia it was odd to come across an energy that was new to him.