It took the demon a moment to think about the answer to that question. Not many people asked her, and she very rarely thought about it herself. "I have my first memories of the year 1749. I suppose that makes me 261." Demons were born when they took over the body of a human. Isabelle's demon soul had been only a few months old when it had been planted in the Italian woman's body.
Isabelle nodded idly. She knew Henry Alden perhaps better than many of the other faculty there. She had probably known him longer than any of them, aside from Finn. She found the hook she was looking for and stuck it to the wall after peeling the backing off. She then picked up her most recent painting and hung it on the hook to dry. She turned back to the newest professor, clasping her hands together in front of her. Isabelle was a blunt woman, though she was hardly ever intentionally rude. "Is there something I can do for you?"