[@True Creator]

[b]Isaac Helms, Munich, Germany[/b]

The daemon was a prideful thing, that was for certain, saying it would 'allow' Isaac to leave. It was insulting, and the confessor was tempted to retort with another bout of rhetoric and scold the daemon. But a wise man knows when pride becomes hubris, and he would not die here. Not yet at least. There was much work ahead of him to truly claim this as the Land of Nod. The Visitors who had arrived, although not Scrin, were definitely a potential threat, as was the creature who they had fought in Bern.

"Thank you for your mercy, Prince of the warp. Know that you as well have my respect and should you have need of me, perhaps I might be of assistance to you and your flock. Though of course one block always lifts another. I will be scavenging in the city, so you know where to find me, may your gods watch over you." 

In his fashion he was courteous to one who he saw as an equal, and a possible ally. While the faith the daemon belonged to and was spawned from may have been somewhat unorthodox, it was by no means blasphemous. No, the only true blasphemy was to deny the potential of Tiberium, as preached by Kane. The monster had not yet shown any interest in the billowing green smoke that followed the confessor, and ignorance of Tiberium cannot be faulted. Those who do not wish to see the glorious future out of indifference or fear cannot be helped, and they will be left behind crying for salvation. But, those who would protest or corrupt the purity of it must be destroyed.