-<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Hotel Schiffmeister</span><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">Event I: <span style="font-style: italic">Hitler invited his men, family and friends for a political conference for the weekend.</span><br/>Event II: <span style="font-style: italic">A strange phenomenon is forming in the sky. A greater evil is on the way.</span></span><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><br/><br/>The Bavarian Schiffmeister was situated right on the shore of a beautiful lake and for the weekend, it was closed to the public. Only military personnel, family members, some of the wealthiest social class, and visitors were allowed to check in. Erlind stepped away from their ride, walking alongside his guest, Isolde. He was glad to arrive earlier and before the Leader and his wife. There was a pleasant sound coming from inside the hotel. It was that of<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=npqVXIqdj8E"><span style="color: #80BFBF">Barnabas von Geczy Orcestra</span></a>. He lifted his hat and greeted a group of men who stood outside drinking and smoking. The man shook the hand of Heinrich Luitpold Himmler - Chief of German Police in the Reich Ministry of the Interior – and continued his way towards the principle building. There were purple clouds forming in the sky, but Erlind missed to notice the strange event. Upon entering the Hotel's lobby room, he removed his head-wear and greeted some of the familiar faces in the crowd, pausing for a moment to greet the elder half-sister, Angela Hitler, with a hand-kiss.<br/><br/>Something was amiss...<br/><br/>Could it be the calm before the storm?<br/><br/>Erling noticed the strange stillness that suddenly fell over the great hall when he walked into the building. It felt as if the room ran out of breathable oxygen and his chest tightened. The feeling was worse than having your mouth filled with dirt until suffocated. It was the holy nature of the energy that disgusted him. Almost made him want to vomit for eternity. The bad thing about living in a real body, was that he could feel certain sensations, sicknesses and feelings he could never have felt before.<br/><br/>Erlind arched a brow in the direction of a green light moving past the crowd, outlining the form of a tall individual. The silhouette marched gracefully and the rays were almost blinding but they only lasted for a short while. It was a familiar phenomenon only he could witness then. Some of his demonic minions, dressed in military outfits, looked at him and their human faces turned into a vision that mortals would describe as grotesque, ghastly or revolting. Some of these minions rotated their heads a full 360 degree turn to face him. They sensed that he was troubled. Erlind waved them away to focus on the light form. The green light was one of healing and prosperity and it could only represent one thing, or more like, one person. He knew he was damn right. His feelings never betrayed him.<br/><br/>Raphael...<br/><br/>Raphael and Erlind (Asmoday) went far back and they shared some nasty history together. Asmoday had slain every man who asked the woman he loved for marriage - Sarah - until the day an angel thwarted his plans. The angel was Raphael, the one who stood before God. Asmoday was an Archdevil one whom Raphael was aptly able to defeat. Before he was chased to Egypt, he kept Sarah safe from any other man who forced her into marriage, yet he was never good enough for a human. Or so they said. He was the offspring of a mortal woman. She led the angels astray with her beauty, and from her union with a fallen angel, sprang Asmoday. He was a Nephilim back then. One day God thought it was time to rewrite history, and so he cursed the spirits of the Nephilim to become demons after their physical death.<br/><br/>Isolde began to lead the way. Erlind followed by her side. They walked past the man with the dark brown leather jacket. The Archangel. The Demon shifted his gaze towards him, enough to take a mental note of his form. He furrowed his eyebrows, and the hues of Hellfire shined through his eyes. There was a slight smirk playing on his face as he lead Isolde immediately away.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">I was expecting you, old friend. Was about time you got a haircut.</span></span>Erlind mentally thought, projecting the idea onto the world, for his one and only rival to hear.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''I have noticed that expression on your face the moment we entered the building. You were staring at all the ladies in the hall.''</span>Erlind commented and lifted his head. He was distracted for a moment by the arrival of somebody he was expecting. Amber. A pleasant 'friend' of his. She was rebellious, but quite good when it came to assigning her to important tasks. The ugly ones for the most part.  There was one side of his brain which was given to Amber for full access.. She could use it as she pleased, walk in and out. They could communicate telepathically, and it didn't matter where they were.<span style="font-style: italic">''You look magnificent tonight, but a lady got to feel comfortable in the presence of the bourgeoisie. I wouldn't want to take that away from you this weekend and I know that I haven't given you enough time to prepare your travel suitcase. Please accept this as my apology.''</span><br/><br/>Erlind said in an unusual soft tone and tilted his chin away from Isolde. He extended two fingers and waved them in a swift back and forth motion. He called for one particular young lady who quickly walked up to him.<span style="font-style: italic">''Anna, shall be your lady-in-waiting this weekend.''</span>He pulled out a bronze key with the number 32 engraved on it and handed it to Isolde.<span style="font-style: italic">''This key will grant you access to your lake-view suite. You will find whatever you need for a lady's toilette. You can use it anytime, even now if you wish to freshen up. You are a close relative, if anybody asks you. My own suite will neighbor yours.''</span>What he didn't inform her of, is that he left a surprise for her in the room. A double-strand pearl necklace with a 14k white gold filigree clasp was a nice addition to a<a class="postlink" href="http://s13.postimg.org/95uxokyjb/is1.png"><span style="color: #80BFBF">1912 evening dress</span></a>for the night's conference and dinner. The second item was an<a class="postlink" href="http://s3.postimg.org/wm4ytdctf/is4.png"><span style="color: #80BFBF">Edwardian ballroom dress</span></a>designed for the following day's ballroom party. Both dresses were made in St Petersburgh, in the workshop of Bulbenkova two years before the Russian Revolution of 1917. They were worn only once by the grand duchess Olga, one of the elder daughters of Nicholas II and Empress Alexandra Romanov. The items were his most recent fine addition to his collectibles. Erlind was very picky, but he was hoping the choice of gowns was alright.<br/><br/>Still holding the key, he waited for Isolde to decide if she wanted to take it or not, and looked at Amber again, inviting her to join him if she wished.