She gave in, and that is what mattered. Asmoday smiled.<span style="font-style: italic">''We shall complete the pact before night's end tomorrow. Once that is done, you're on your way, alone, to complete the task and assassinate the subject in question.''</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Well, Asmodai? What say you?'</span>' She insisted, crossing her arms across her chest.<span style="font-style: italic">''and, will you let me tend to that wound'' </span><br/><br/>He agreed with a nod of his head. Inhabiting a human vessel was dangerous. His body did not age fast throughout the years since his birth. Today, the body should have been about eighty-seven years of age, but it is no older than thirty. Exposing himself physically to the world was not a wise idea and he was very well aware of it. If a Demon takes a corporeal form, he will have no reflection or shadow, but Asmodai's case was different. His first ever human vessel was created in this world, inside a woman's womb. He indeed had the power to heal himself if wounded, but he was also cursed to bleed from his ancient wounds when he fell from Heaven. This blood leak phenomenon would usually occur when manifesting before a powerful Witch, a Holy being, a sorcerer or any being with extreme psychic powers.<br/><br/>He tilted his head to one side and pushed himself slowly back into the chair again, but completely avoided to look at the woman, letting her assist him with the wounds for now. His mind was now elsewhere.<span style="font-style: italic">''Please, call me Erlind.''</span>He said with an absent-minded look on his face, eyes scanning the local warehouse. He felt, agitated, for he no longer felt the presence of Raphael.<span style="font-style: italic">"There is somewhere we need to go to tomorrow. Be ready at 5 O'Clock in front of the Munich Hofgarten. I'll pick you up from there."</span>