Erlind rubbed his face and advanced towards the kitchen behind the other demon. He paused for a moment to regain his balance, one hand against the wall. His hand suddenly began to transform into enlarging, thick muscles which ripped the leather glove off. The prehensile was now covered in a dark-royal-blue-like colored flesh; the skin was faintly gleaming. Three spikes produced from his wrist, piercing through the hems of his sleeves. Tearing, sharp black claws dug into the layers of painting, leaving five large holes in the wall as Erlind pushed himself back into an erect posture. He stepped into the kitchen and the prehensile quickly transformed back into a mortal looking hand. He used the bare hand to remove the remaining glove from his other. He thought that he should feed his one month old hunger if only something small, before he looses control over his shapeshifted human illusion. His last meal was an offering, a Japanese Witch's sacrifice, but that was only an ephemeral pleasure which fed his powers in the astral plane.<br/><br/>Erlind slipped his coat off, then the blazer-like jacket underneath it and placed them on a chair. He remained in simple garments, the type of military clothing he would wear on regular daily activities. His field grey trousers were tucked inside a pair of black, calf-high pull-on jackboots. One sleeve hem on his field grey shirt was badly damaged from the previous incident outside of the kitchen, so he rolled both sleeves up to four inches below the elbows and walked straight to the dessert platter. He cut two slices of the Sachertorte into two small porcelain coffee plates and carried them to the kitchen table, pushing one towards Kai. Thirty seconds later he was returning back with a bottle of sparkling wine in one hand, and a pair of champagne flutes in the other. He did not open the bottle, he gave the honor to the Host to do so.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>“You and I have a lot to talk about. So much that I need to ask you, like ... where have you been all these ... all these centuries Mister ... <span style="font-weight: bold">Kristoff Axel Jaeger</span> ?”</span>Erlind said, emphasizing on the  name.<span style="font-style: italic">“But if that's something you prefer to keep for yourself, then by all means, do so.”</span>He stood by the table and leaned his elbows on it. His eyes had a certain twinkle to them and his lips parted slightly as he dipped his index finger into the thick coat of chocolate on top of the Viennese slice of cake. He licked his finger and his voice produced a short sound of contentment.<span style="font-style: italic">“Mmmm, so unhygienic!”</span>The smile on his lips slowly faded away as he reached into his coat's pockets for a picture and placed it on the table in front of Kai. He studied the man's aristocratic features for any sign of familiarity with the man in the photo.<br/><br/>The toned black-and-white photo showed a man in a black suit. One could tell from the up-close shot of the upper body that his head was clean shaven, even though he wore a black Derby hat. The man in the picture seemed to be looking away from the photograph, as if this one's presence was not recognized.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Hamish James Buchannen.”</span>Erlind announced.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Photo was taken outside of a shack somewhere in the mountains surrounding the city. I've received it in my personal mailbox couple of weeks ago. Sender anonymous. I would have known who it was, but he was very smart not to use pen to write his message, but instead he used a type printer.”</span>The Demon bit his bottom lip and raised his eyes away from the photo to look at Kai.<span style="font-style: italic">“Tell me about the woman Darcy, the man in the picture was asking from inside the shack. The sender did not say much about this event, but he explained that whoever this Hamish guy was speaking to, the victim was constantly begging for mercy before giving up, speaking of a castle in the mountains. The victim also screamed Isolde's name. I ... I used my senses to guide me to this location ... the shack ... see if I could use the energy left behind in order to find out what exactly happened but there was nothing else left to use except for one dried drop of blood outside of the shack. The victim's, but it lead me to a fire pit. Burned bones is what I found.”</span><br/><br/>Erlind remained quiet for a few seconds staring at the bottle that has yet to be opened.<span style="font-style: italic">“Franz Zimmer. The bones of Franz Zimmer, previously promoted to SS-Hauptsturmführer. He was reported missing which explains what happened. But that is all that I could find as long as I was in this form. I was immediately summoned from the fire pit to Tokyo where I had to conclude a new deal.”</span>Erlind picked up the spoon to take a small bite of cake.<span style="font-style: italic">“I am intrigued by the origin of the sender, but more by this person, Hamish. And he seems to clean oh too well after himself. I could not locate him but I do sense his presence in the area. How far? That I cannot yet tell. If we could find him, he will tell us where Darcy hides. I wonder why Raphael hasn't already.”</span>The blonde haired man shrugged and cocked his right eyebrow, slowly shewing on the small piece of cake as he raised his head to gaze at Kai.