<span style="font-style: italic">“A rat has slipped in,”</span>Udo said calmly, his tone laced with malice. Not once did he take his eyes off the woman.<span style="font-style: italic">“We can’t have that, now can we?” </span><br/><br/>Udo's arrival was just another unexpected incident. It was probably an incident for the best. Erlind did not comment or gave an explanation, Kai was a master at that. He trusted his partner in crime that he would utilize whatever that was needed to explain the current situation, and get Udo to volunteer for the mission.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Don't interrupt it now, okay? I'm going to offer him a deal.</span></span>Kai said, glancing at him.<br/><br/>Erlind looked away from Kai and back to Adina,<span style="font-style: italic">“You have nothing to worry about, Kai will take care of Officer Udo. I have some matters to attend,”</span>The Demon made a few steps towards Isolde's evening gown - the one she wore before her kidnapping. He teared a piece of cloth from the hem. The piece was about 5inches by 6inches tall.<span style="font-style: italic">“Take this for now, hold onto it closely,”</span>Erlind curled the cloth into a ball and pushed it between Adina's hands.<span style="font-style: italic">“You said something about being able to view information in the surface of a bowl of water. I am not sure if you have seen enough about me. You have a lot to learn. But you're the only other individual here I can think of and who can actually help us open up a way to Isolde and Darcy. I'll explain later. For now, gather whatever you may need in this room, and go get your needed rest. Join me for breakfast tomorrow in the dinning room at 7:30 AM.”</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“If Germany is in trouble, then I will aid in whatever is going on.”</span>Said Udo to Kai.<br/><br/>Erlind stepped forward towards Office Udo, and gently placed a hand on his arm.<span style="font-style: italic">“Your devotion to the Fatherland is beyond anything that I have seen in the past century. You may need a lot of strength though. What you are about to face cannot be compared to any horror you may have experienced in your past. Kai, shall tell you about about him, about myself if he wishes to. I am not sure if you will remember any of this if you survive, and that is for your own good, and your future and the people in your life that will be affected by it. But you shall have free will, to forget or not forget.”</span>Erlind looked into Udo's eyes and added quietly,<span style="font-style: italic">“I shall leave you too together for now.”</span>Erlind gave Kai one last glance and walked away to his suite.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">I'll seek you out as soon as I piece the puzzle of the portal spell together.</span></span>He silently informed Kai as he closed the door behind him, stepping into his own suite.<br/><br/><br/>________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><br/>Rubbing his face, Erlind's graceful steps lead him through the Guest Room and into his bedroom. He was absently thinking about Isolde's whereabouts, and the gravity of the situation. But as soon as he reached his bed, the air was caught in his throat. For a moment he did ignore the feeling and began to remove his black vest, remaining in his black pants, white shirt and shoes. He moved over to his desk and sat in the leather chair behind it. Erlind sighed and propped his elbows on the wooden desk in front of him.<span style="font-style: italic">“Hold tight, Isolde...”</span>He murmured to himself, and placed his face in his hands, her image haunting his mind.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Shame on you, Asmodeus...</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">You have disgraced us. Have you forgotten where you belong? Do you honestly think that you could live forever in this.. this repellent mortal shell?</span></span>The familiar presence behind the voice stepped forward from the shadows and into the dim light of the room.<br/><br/>Erlind raised his head and his eyes widened at the sight of four legged toads on his desk. He opened his mouth to deny such accusations, but then his lips simply curled into a sneer and he chuckled.<span style="font-style: italic">“Said who? Seriously, now? We have not seen each other for over eighty years, and this is how you greet me?” </span>He waved his hand over the toads, setting the small creatures on fire.<br/><br/>A leader of the rebellious Watchers; the Prince of High House advanced towards the desk and stopped a few steps away from Erlind. The Demon behind the desk pushed himself back into his seat and raised his arms, resting his elbows on the armchair. He watched the toads turn into ash as he crossed fingers in front of him. He arched a brow with a leer, and eyed the other.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Baal, good seeing you again. I am certain that you have come to provide me with some valuable information.... Unless you have honestly come to question my decisions that are none of your concern, Patron.”</span>Erlind studied his equal. Long black robes covered the bronzed complexion of his 6'5 tall body. Long curly fiery locks crowned his head, and eyes as always, entirely dark as the blackest sludge of evil. Baal's eyes cast to Erlind and he growled.<span style="font-style: italic">“You foul, stop talking. I have come to save your sanity. You are not a lost cause yet, but you could be. The moment your path crossed that pathetic Witch, I knew you would weaken. I have been watching you. This is not our war.”</span>The black-eyed demon leaned over the desk and cocked his head to the side, his black serpent tongue slithering between his pointy fanged set of teeth a he talked,<span style="font-style: italic">“Your Master commands you to come back to your senses. Do your duty to him, do not interfere with his plans. Do not dishonor him. This world deserves not our aid.”</span>Two inches long claws scratched the surface of Erlind's desk as Baal hissed.<br/><br/>Erlind laughed, slamming a hand on the desk's surface. He turned his face away as it was only a few inches away from Baal's.<span style="font-style: italic">“Or what? I will be banished?”</span>The Demon looked at the other again and a cerulean gaze locked on two deep black holes.<span style="font-style: italic">“It is not in his power to banish me from a place that I was destined to rule over for eternity. Our creator said; may it be. It is not in Lucifer's power to degrade or banish me. And you know that, Baal. Not until Rafael brings his first blow.. If...”</span><br/><br/>Baal snarled, cutting Erlind mid-sentence,<span style="font-style: italic"> “Try him.”</span>He pulled back and regained a standing posture, pointing a finger at the blonde man behind the desk.<span style="font-style: italic"> “I have come to warn you, Asmodeus. Fortunately, you stand no chance against Darcy. You are trapped in your mortal form. You are as weak, as any of them filthy mortals. You may think that the Netherworld is in danger, but have you little knowledge of this disguised assumption? At least, we will rest assured that our Master's plans are being conducted as planned... The destruction of humanity, and the glorious rise of the False Messiah.”</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Not in this age, I can assure you"</span>Erlind pressed his lips together, furiously watching Baal disappearing in a cloud of flies. If anything that Baal said was true, is that he was turning into an individual that was totally not him. He got up from his seat, and pushed open the windows with a snarling expression on his pale face then returned to his desk. He gazed at the night sky, and his eyes began to search the darkness for answers. He inhaled the icy breeze and winced as an unfamiliar feeling inflamed his wrists and shoulders with pain. Rubbing his left wrist, Erlind though about the one and only forsaken solution. Executing his idea was a step closer to defeating Darcy and 'The One' with no name, the one who will deceive those who had received the mark of the beast and those who worshiped its image.<br/><br/>A selfish agenda, a rivalry game or simply a  change of heart; the reason behind his treason against Lucifer was not a big deal. He was weak, but there was a way to change that, to heal the bruises, to purge all the shame and failure he felt the second Adolph obtained his Seal, to the minute Isolde summoned him.<br/><br/>Erlind opened a drawer and slowly pulled out a Walther PP, loaded with a .32ACP caliber. For one last time, he stared at his own reflection in the pistol's shiny surface and lifted his other hand, casting a sound suppressor energy shield throughout the suite.<span style="font-style: italic">"Ja, we shall see who has got the last word, Morning Star. The fog is rising."</span>He hummed with a sardonic smirk and swiftly clapped the pistol to his right temple, shooting through his head.