<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>Heading to Kai's Residence;<br/>It is currently Dawn<br/>-------------------------------</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"On the other hand, humanity's a different story. Sadly, the usefulness of ninety-nine per cent of it ends at being living bombs and short-time entertainment." </span><br/><br/>Erlind arched a brow and smiled.<span style="font-style: italic">“Haven't they already blamed the Devil for all their misery? For war, sickness, poverty; famine, natural disasters and the list goes on and on. When you think about it, we are about 50 percent guilty, the rest is on them. They are no innocent little humans. They truly deserve what they get. This earth was once our realm... once ... after He cast us from Heaven and before he kicked us to the pit of Hell and made this realm a home for the mortals. A creation that swears by bloodshed, murder, corruption, adultery.. Well that last one is on me, but still... “</span>The Demon paused and chuckled, stepping out and closing the door behind him.<span style="font-style: italic">“Yet God favoured these superstitious mortals amongst his most powerful creations. Can you please explain the logic in that!?”</span><br/><br/>Sleep...<br/><br/>Demons did not sleep, nor did they need to sleep. Shapeshiting in these times and ages though required them to rest. The end of the world was near, and so was their unparalleled power over the world. This transformation between their truest forms and other forms known to humanity has been taking more strength than it did in the past. This strength to travel between two realms was only known to God's invisible creation - the demons and angels. But to transform and to keep the physical illusion materialized for weeks on end in the mortal realm required these demons to sleep... and to feed. It was the cost of the matter.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">So</span>sleep he needed.<br/><br/>Erlind pulled his coat tight around his chest and followed Kai in his footprints and then inside his earthly home. Not only the Advocate had taste in fashion and twirling his tongue to bring the right words to any type of situation, but his taste in picking a house was very much to Asmoday's liking. The home was exactly the kind of flavor he would have chosen, had he not bought his apartment in downtown a few years ago.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“I am on a two days break starting today.”</span>Erlind grunted and stumbled backwards against the door after he closed it behind him.<span style="font-style: italic">“Damn alcohol’s kicking, thought I would be immune. For the sake of me, tell me you have at least some energy bars in your kitchen.”</span>Dilated eyes looked up at the Advocate and he offered a vague smile.<br/><br/><br/>__________________________________________________<br/><br/>Meanwhile in Isolde's apartment building, Fabiano's eyelids fluttered open. It took him about a minute or two to realize where exactly he was but his memory was impaired so the only thing he could make of the building was exactly that; he was inside some random building in Mun ich. He remembered leaving the office in the company of the Oberstleutnant and planned to join his comrades in some bar, but did not recall going with him anywhere. He closed his eyes again on a blurry vision and forced his weight up on both arms. Somebody was walking down the stairs a few floors above. He held onto the wall and stepped out of the apartment building.<span style="font-style: italic">"Oberstleutnant Kohler?"</span>He called with a faint voice. The air blew in his face and that was his response. What made him think that the Officer was even there to begin with? Nothing. He thought and brushed the idea away.<br/><br/>He was feeling confused as he walked away from the building and into an alleyway. He was feeling a type of warmth yet unknown to him and strangely enough, the constant pain in his spine that he had to live with his entire life was no longer present. But even as he struggled to maintain a standing posture he was unable to hold proper balance. He fell to the ground and began to vomit.<br/><br/><br/>Hoisting her body under one arm, Officer Wojcik lifted the man, stooping to adjust for his height. He mumbled something indistinguishable, but it sounded like a question.<span style="font-style: italic">"I do not know, Officer. We will get you help, unfortunately I would not think to take you to the physician nearest."</span>He looked at Yvonne.<span style="font-style: italic">"I do not know who you are, but... grazie.."</span>He muttered and allowed the woman to guide him to her engine. He remained silent, lightheaded and unbalanced, their entire trip to the church.