Isolde sipped the wine and listened to Michael Bonnet, aka, the Angel Michael of the flaming sword, explain his knowledge of she and Herr Buchannon. In the past few incarnations she had experienced, she did not think in the specific and Christian terms of angels but more in her Wiccan way of White Lighters and Elders who served the Greater Good. She would describe herself as one who served the Greater Good, the balance of goodness to the counterbalance of evil in the world. She believed that too much of goodness was as detrimental as too much evil just as light and darkness balanced each other and both were necessary for life.<br/><br/>At his warning about Erlind, Isolde refrained from jumping to his defense or to condemning him to outer darkness. He was a demon but one who was not without hope. She took another sip of the wine<br/><br/>“Yes, this is a lovely vintage,” she finally spoke when there was a pause in the conversation. Then after careful consideration she said, “Indeed, a white lighter did come to aid in my release from the Ice Queen’s palace. Your brother, Raphael, you say?”<br/><br/>“You and your army of white light will be appreciated. I am surprised that the plight of men has caught the attention of the heavenly realm in such magnitude. We, Herr Buchannon and I as well as your brothers, could benefit from such an alliance. I, for one, would agree to it.”<br/><br/>She leaned toward Michael Bonnet with directness that is usually only reserved for men and not usually employed by women.<br/><br/>“As for Herr Kohler, he is a demon, sir, but in my own way, he is my demon. I will go to great lengths to protect him. He, sir, is a demon and therefore not bound by the same considerations and restrictions that we are, but I sense a depth in him, nay, I have seen the depth in him. I trust him to be who and what he is. I am not some callow school girl who is blinded by a foolish infatuation. I see clearly into him. We must agree to disagree on this topic.”<br/><br/>She leaned back to sip her wine again and then turned to Herr Buchannon,<br/><br/>“Sir, I would not speak for you. You must speak for yourself on this holy alliance. I have spoken for me and my gifts. I accept, sir but as for you, that is for you to say. My cousin, the Ice Queen must be stopped. For many lifetimes she has grown progressively steeped in evil. She is one who in death, this time who will be cast into outer darkness and chained against another lifetime. Blessed be.”