<span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF00"><div style="text-align: center;">Munich, 9th November, 1939<br/><span style="font-style: italic"> On the road to Mittenwald</span></div></span></span><br/><br/><br/><br/>The following day, at exactly 5 O'clock, a black<a class="postlink" href="http://i62.tinypic.com/1zgdwub.jpg"><span style="color: #80BFBF">Cadillac limousine</span></a>pulled over in front of The Hofgarten entrance. This garden that was built in 1617, was located in the center of Munich. The city itself was heavily damaged by allied bombing, but one could still find pleasure exploring the city, even during times of war. The nation on the other hand, was still not informed of the evil that is about to be unleashed through the portal.<br/><br/>The Cadillac driver stepped out of the limousine and deeply inhaled into the fresh snowy day, then circled around the front of the car and stepped towards Isolde. He pulled the back door open and stepped back to let her in.<br/><br/>The light snowflakes were gently flowing from the sky to the ground. Winter was Erlind's favourite season. Hellfire was one thing. That was his realm and where he was King, but winter was completely another thing he enjoyed, a pleasurable season. He now understands why Lucifer favoured to spend more time in the mortal world during the cold season, than in Hell. Even the Devil liked to take time off and go on vacation.<br/><br/>A<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dzr8pJ2VpYc"><span style="color: #80BFBF">Beethoven's Sonata 25 in G Op.79 - II – Andante</span></a>broadcast was playing on the radio. The sound emitting from the newly invented device wasn't exactly perfect, but it was clear and soft enough for one's ears. The track, was Erlind's favourite. Seated at the far left, Erlind removed his hat and shifted his gaze to the woman, waiting for her to get in, that is if she hasn't changed her mind overnight.<span style="font-style: italic">''Guten Tag! Miss Auschwitz.''</span>His lips formed a barely visible smile, and he exhaled a short silent breath. She looked different, he thought. It was weird how her presence ignited him to a fever pitch of... Lust? Something that wasn't too new to Asmoday. He pushed away the thought, cleared his throat and arched a brow then pulled out a red tag from inside his front pockets. On the tag, the title 'Visitor' was engraved in white and then right under it one could read the following name: Isolde Auschwitz. They were in this together, and it was only wise to trick others into thinking<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>believing that the woman was German of origin, in the presence of Adolph Hitler and his men. Well, that is if she decides to wear it. After all, he never told her that he had a job and was a Nazi and she might just dislike him, now that she could pretty much see that he was one of 'them', the bad guys who went after her colleagues. It was up to Isolde now to decide what she wanted to do next. It was not too late in case she backs off from the pact. The Demon hoped, she doesn't.<br/><br/>Adolph Hitler was giving a conference later in the evening at the Town of Mittenwald. The conference was taking place in<a class="postlink" href="http://i58.tinypic.com/2qt8p3q.jpg"><span style="color: #80BFBF">Hotel Schiffmeister</span></a>. The town, such a beautiful place, was going to be a concentration camp in a near future unless the Leader is stopped. Erlind cared less about the destiny of humanity but if that meant siding with them to defeat the man that bound himself to him through a powerful pact, then be it. He needed to free himself from this scum of a Dictator.<br/><br/>Beneath the aristocratic elegance of his<a class="postlink" href="http://i60.tinypic.com/pa9aq.png"><span style="color: #80BFBF">Ceremonial Outfit</span></a>lurked cruelty, pride, evil and a mind depraved of all honor and love for others, but as much as Asmoday's true image was terrible and horrifying, it did not prevent him from enjoying the beauty of material things.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Lieutenant Köhler, our travel time is approximately two hours. It could become quite stormy ahead of us, which might slow us down.''</span>There was a second man sitting in the front seat beside the driver. He vocalized the information while studying the woman behind the closed window. Curious.