Damien glanced up at the sky briefly. Came from the heavens? That reminded him of his father a bit. The words the man was saying, it did seem like the way a priest talked. It didn't matter too much, as their kind had turned from God and helped his birth.
He was pleased to know that his offer wasn't turned down. The Beast could always use more followers in this city. He smirked then, brushing a hand down Jan's arm, saying he he leaned toward him, "Ohh, yes. For my service.. in more ways than one, hmm?"