<span style="font-style: italic">“So you are saying that while you are not opposed to taking the lives of innocents in your mission to rid the world of the Fuhrer, you are really out for what? Revenge? The greater good? Profit? I’m a little unclear on this. And you and the 3000 that I assume are high level demons as yourself cannot manage to kill one wretched pig eyed mortal, you think one witch might do the trick?”</span>Isolde took another sip.<span style="font-style: italic">“Okay. Well,”</span><br/><br/><br/>Erlind laughed at the remark and found it quite amusing. He prepared to take a sip, and he did.<span style="font-style: italic">"Did I ever say that these three thousand Nazis were demons?"</span>He smirked, eyes shifting to study the bottle of gin.<span style="font-style: italic">"They were humans, they... are humans. No demon was ever involved in the formation of the Nazi party, expect me."</span>He took another sip and slowly turned his head towards Isolde. She deserved a small explanation, he thought. After all, he needed her to thrust him completely and using force was out of the question.<br/><br/>Erlind cleared his throat and rested the back of his head against the window, turning his chest just a little bit so that he got a clear view of Isolde, and she of him.<span style="font-style: italic">"I failed at some point in life..."</span>The Demon started. This was probably the first time in ages that he found himself willingly wanting to disarm himself of his pride, languish in truth, and have a normal conversation with somebody.. Just not anybody.<span style="font-style: italic">"I happened to cross path with a despicable parasite who happened to be related to Adolph's blood line three centuries ago. This sorcerer foresaw that his descendants in a far away future, will give birth to a great, great leader who will be granted immortality and that this last will rule a nation and make great plans for his sinister designs before taking over the world. He also foresaw death -- the only way to make sure that things will go as planned was to summon a helping hand. The trickster was tricked, and I was bound to help this leader and do as he commanded. Why do you think that a peasant ended up with so much power so suddenly? I cannot kill him for that would be the end of me."</span><br/><br/>He paused and rubbed a dark mark that circled around his fourth finger.<span style="font-style: italic">"It's not as easy as you might think Isolde. Certain things cannot just be achieved because you have access to them. He is in the possession of my <a class="postlink" href="http://www.sacred-magick.com/img/Goetia/Asmoday.gif"><span style="color: #80BFBF">Seal</span></a>, a signet ring which I have used to seal pacts with my previous victims, and that, since the beginning of time. He has the power to command me whenever, wherever he wants. If I cannot kill him, my legions will not. He is my Master as sick and disgusting as it might sound to you. I don't despise him. I don't love him. I just do not care about his filthy existence. It's the way it is for us unholy beings. I feel completely neutral about him, but it doesn't mean that I am not lusting after my freedom. There are so many other matters in this world that need my assistance for the greater good of my Kindred. You will not understand, you cannot. You came to me requesting my help and I need yours as well. Free me, and once that is done, I shall give you back what you asked for.</span>Erlind removed the glove that covered his left hand and then he pressed the hand against the window. Red energy began to outline his hand.<br/><br/>One could suddenly feel the car beginning to heat up. The driver and his companion informed Erlind that they were finally able to remove the large chunks of ice after much hammering and chiseling, or so they thought.<span style="font-style: italic">"Let's get moving then. We're late"</span>He shouted to them. The bracket and hose were damaged but the ride was going to be successful as he planned.