<span style="font-style: italic">“I will return soon, dear cousin.”</span>Isolde chuckled to herself all the way to the lakeview suite.<br/><br/>The kiss on the cheek was a little be unexpected. It startled an expression of surprise from the Demon. It framed his features and made his eyes widen instantly, but that only lasted for a short time. He watched the woman walk away and then turned his attention to Amber. What was taking her so long? He wondered, but brushed the thought off. Everyone wanted a drink before getting to business.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Would you like something to drink, Sir?''</span>Erlind looked at the man carrying a silver tray and alcoholic drinks. He shook his head.<span style="font-style: italic">"Danke.."</span>He responded, waving the man away. He began to watch the crowd, taking notes of the people who came for the conference, starting in forty-five minutes. A group of officers passed him by and greeted him loudly. Erlind simply smiled and nodded his head. He did not feel like starting a conversation with any of them any time soon. He was a little bit curious to why Adolph Hitler did not show up with his wife yet. He would have felt his presence, and he wasn't feeling it at all. Maybe he did not arrive yet. He saw Angela Hitler across the hall, drinking and laughing along a group of wealthy females. He sighed. The Demon was becoming a little be impatient. He just wanted to get over with this, get his Seal back before Darcy unleashes her minions onto the world. He gazed at Raphael. He could not see him clearly, the crowd blinded his vision. The holy light though, was his compass for the night. He was very sure that the Archangel noticed his presence, but Erlind had something else in his mind that worried him more, eating at him.<br/><br/>The insurgent Witch was forming her plans while defying the universal laws, challenging the mightiest of Good and Evil. The underworld was not to mingle with the mortals. Indeed, there was conflict between the unholy and the holy – those that were favoured by God. This conflict stemmed from the clash in Heaven but it was never meant to be carried on to the mortal world in a physical manifestation battle. Demons did cause havoc in the world, manipulating God's favoured creation, leading this last to deception and corruption, sin and disobedience. Darcy on the other hand, wanted to spread out her evil over the earth and eliminate everyone in its passage for reasons that were unknown to Erlind. Her legion was planned to stream from every hill like swarming locusts, from every pit, every crack on the ground and rise from every sea.<br/><br/>The deadly hatred that Erlind expressed for the immortal Witch was without comparison to anything the world had experienced. He did not know though that she was a relative to Isolde. Demons do not always know everything and this was something the mortals forgot to understand.<br/><br/>The Archdemon, was very protective over his Kindred, yet he felt as if he was losing control and he wasn't going to allow a Witch, to take that away from him. He was also really pissed off at Lucifer. This one was enjoying it greatly. That is all he ever wanted – to end it, once and for all – to bring on the Apocalypse. Erlind on the other hand, was against it. He refused to be of those who gave up easily and he was certainly not going to let some bold Witch commingle with a business that was not her own. He wasn't yet ready to face God's grace. He had some such he needed to achieve from his secret selfish agenda. If Darcy was going to stick her nose where it didn't belong, then she was going to get what she deserved. Asmodeus sworn that the moment she plunges forward, that she was going to plunge deeper and into a realm of no return. He smirked to himself, and shook the thoughts of her away.<br/><br/>The music pleasantly rang in his ears and Erlind leaned his shoulder against a white pillar, arms crossed against his chest, yet maintaining a composure of rigid control. Isolde's image crossed his mind and he wondered if she was pleased with his humble gifts. Watching the crowd, his cerulean eyes contoured the frame of an unfamiliar silhouette.  She accepted a drink from the same waiter who offered him one a moment ago, and then she made her way towards him. A curious brow rose. Did she know him? Because he did not, he thought. The only familiar scent that emitted from her, signaled that she was a Moses follower. As she was getting closer and closer, Erlind pushed himself away from the pillar and maintained a still posture, arms joint behind his back. He bowed his head in greeting and raised his chin. He lowered his eyes and locked them on her face.<span style="font-style: italic">"Guten Abend, Madam!" </span>