Isolde glared at the her like the action could be made physical.  Maybe it could.  Still, the commander did not fear it.<br/><br/>“Well, played daughter of the Seraphim, full of deceit and righteous treachery.” She hissed. "Looks like you have brought your minions to carry out the evil deeds of the Reich. Holy and righteous on the outside, like a whited sepulcher but on the inside you are seething with rot and dead men's bones."<br/><br/>As pink as the with made herself, even the half-angel was surprised with the anger that rose within her.  She could think as little of Yvonne as she liked, but dragging that which holy through her particular variety of mud was more than could be expected to forgive at such a sensitive time.  The blonde woman paid no attention to the fact that there were people outside screaming.  Whatever it was couldn't have any relation to what was going on inside this place now, or what was happening at a nearby church in the name of a demons will.  She couldn't be more wrong.<br/><br/>“Frau Devereaux, if you are there, please open the gates. We simply need to speak to you. I ... need to speak to you.”  It was Oberstleutenant Kohler.  He was here.  Cold covered her skin quickly, but was more rapidly replaced by the heat of righteous anger, such a more empowering feeling than the rage she'd had just seconds before at the witches words.  She had to listen to the Father's sermons, gild herself in the holy armor, which she did mentally and spiritually as the woman made the way to her door.<br/><br/>Cracking the door a fraction, she flicked her hand and the gates blew open, scattering Nazi officers back into the street.<br/><br/>“The gate's open. Do you have the guts to come in?” she taunted.<br/><br/>It was impressive, and honestly deepened the impression Yvonne had of the redhead in her mind - she was gaudy and wholly unfit for the kingdom.  Raphael's information about her and their alliance with the demons was so out of place and evidently incomplete.  However, it was not at the forefront of her mind.  Her focus was on the blonde-haired man outside the frame of the gates who angled himself back in front, where he faced the Isolde woman with an expression Yvonne couldn't entirely read - not that it mattered to her.  As far as she was concerned, they were both guilty.<br/><br/>Him, more so.  There was no coming back from such banishment.  It took her few steps to reach him, and maybe it had been shortened by his entering, she didn't register, the only thing she knew was that he was not where he was meant to be, and that he'd brought a small army - none of whom looked clean of conscience.  Before she could reach him, waves of nausea coursed up her body with the writhing anguish of the souls that departed through this access.  She controlled them, simply physical sensations, but her stomach roiled all the same and it echoed in the sound of her voice as she spoke to the uniformed creature, prodding his chest with a finger.<br/><br/>"You step beyond your bounds,<span style="font-style: italic">Officer</span>.  This clinic is<span style="font-style: italic">my</span>lead, so whatever business you have here is not sanctioned by the Fuhrer!  An inquiry has been opened on your case, so I expect you to<span style="font-style: italic">back-down</span>before I order your arrest."<br/><br/>When Commander Wojcik leaned back herself, she felt something on her hands.  Rubbing the substance between her fingers, it was both sticky and dry, and upon looking down she found it was black.  His chest was marked with the soot from her fingertips, only marred like holes in his clothes if only they were actually fabric, or burns of some kind peeling at the flesh of someone too close to a flame.  This meant he was not shielded by a human body.  The demon was realized.  He had been manifested in the physical realm of Earth and that could only be done with the assistance of someone with ties to it themselves.<br/><br/>A snarl reached her lips and she ground her teeth at the demon, no man before her.  "<span style="font-style: italic">I can feel the innocents you've sullied, and I can feel they are not with you now...  I said back down.</span>"