Once mass was complete, father Raphael stood at the rear of the church by the main entrance, shaking hands with his parishioners, the citizenry of München who ventured out for the Friday morning mass for the Feast of the Immaculate Conception. The Catholic holiday was a holy day of obligation and warranted attendance by all of the congregation, but only the truly faithful tended to show up.<br/><br/>An elderly woman clasped father Raphael's hands and thanked him for the mass. She smiled warmly, telling him his sermon was<span style="font-style: italic">fantastisch!</span>Her face, completely wrinkled behind a dark veil and gloved hands. Her long drress and heavy coat hiding her frail frame.<br/><br/>"Ja, Frau Wittman. Danke schon," father Raphael shook the hand of Frau Wittmann. Her grandson, Michael was serving with an armored car platoon in the Leibstandarte-SS Adolf Hitler (LSSAH) attached to the 17th Infantry Division (Wehrmacht) in Poland. The word,<span style="font-style: italic">Leibstandarte</span>loosely translates into body guard. The regiment had served as part of the Algemeine SS as bodyguards for Adolf Hitler prior to the Polish Campaign. SS-Sturmmann Micheal Wittman would remain with LSSAH which eventually grew to the size of a Division, the notorioius 1st SS Division, (LSSAH) until 1944. The young Wittman would see action in France (1940), the Battle of Greece (1941), Operation Barbarossa (1941), the Battle of Kursk (1943) and the Battle of Normandy (1944) until his death at the age of 30 on the 8th of August 1944. He would also rise the rank of SS-Hauptsturmführer and become a household name in all of Germany with one of the greatest Panzer Ace victory totals during the war, destroying no fewer than 138 tanks and 132 anti-tank guns, along with an unknown number of other armored vehicles. Micheal Wittman would eventually die at the hands of British Sergeant Gordon and Joe Ekins, tank commander and gunner of a Sherman Firefly of 3 troop, A Squadron, 1st Northamptonshire Yeomanry near Cramesnil, south of Caen, France.<br/><br/>The elder devout catholics who attended the morning mass slowly exited the church leaving Father Raphael, Michael and Gabriel standing just inside the church with YvonneWojcik and the Italian Officer. Raphael smiled at Yvonne, clasped his hands and spoke to the attractive blonde-haired woman, "I must speak to my brothers here for a moment, Yvael. Could you meet me at the cafe Münchener in a half hour for breakfast?"<br/><br/>After the departure of Yvonne and Fabiano, the three archangels entered the ethereal plane and assumed their true identities. Raphael extended his wings for exercise and then refolded them behind his back.<br/><br/>"Raphael, what do you think you are doing!?" Michael blasted at his brother. Micheal was visibly annoyed with him.<br/><br/>"Relax, brother," Raphael consoled Michael. "I have everything well in hand."<br/><br/>"You most certainly do not! You are cavorting with demons. Do you plan to help them? After all this time, you are going to join the fallen?!"<br/><br/>Gabriel spoke up, "I do not believe Raphael would actually help the fallen ones achieve anything. Please let him explain."<br/><br/>"Thank you, brother," Raphael addressed Gabriel. "Asmodei and his minion, Kai are attempting to stop a witch named Darcy Kohls, who intends to replace the holy trinity with herself and her abhorrent incarnation; some demonic creature she refers to as<span style="font-style: italic">The One</span>. It is unclear as to what her actual intent is; how she plans to take over the world."<br/><br/>"When I tried to determine what she was up to, the German soldier I was occupying was taken prisoner by some rogue British agent and tortured. The British agent held me..." Raphael paused. "err,...him...one SS-Hauptsturmführer Franz Zimmer. The man was questioned repeatedly, drugged and beaten. He eventually succumbed to his wounds and went on to the underwold. I returned to heaven and then assumed this role."<br/><br/>"That was the last time we spoke, brother. I never got to tell you want happened. So, the British agent. I never got his name, interrupted my attempts at discovering what the witch, Darcy Kohls was intending to do with her abomination. I have lost her now and cannot seem to track her down. I came back to Frau Devereaux because she is somehow the key. She is the link between Darcy Kohls and Asmodei. I must use them to get back to Darcy. She is the ultimate target. Her and her abhorrent creation."<br/><br/>"Why don't you kill the demon and simply watch the witch, Devereaux?" Gabriel interjected. "Was she not in church this morning?"<br/><br/>Raphael nodded his head. He had seen her too. "Because she won't lead me to<span style="font-style: italic">the one</span>, the ones we want."<br/><br/>"Then watch Hitler," Michael suggested. "This Darcy person is close to him, isn't she?"<br/><br/>"Yes, I could do that, but then I also need to keep an eye on Devereaux."<br/><br/>"Yes, yes," Michael was not happy with this. Cavorting with the demons. He would just as soon as run the son-of-a-bitch through with his sword and send him back to hell than help him defeat another demon. "Ok, brother. I will allow you to have your fun and games with this one. Don't mess it up!"<br/><br/>"I will not, brother," Raphael answered his brother, relieved that he had calmed down and was no longer blustering about events he should avoid for the time being. Michael could turn irrational at times. He often times acted on instinct rather than thinking things through.<br/><br/>"And if you get into trouble, give me a call. I will come help you," Michael left Raphael with that note and departed the ethereal plane. Gabriel patted his brother on the back, pursed his lips and nodded as if to say,<span style="font-style: italic">'I will stand by you also.'</span>With that, Gabriel returned to heaven with his brother.<br/><br/>Raphael in the meantime returned to the material plane as 60-year old father Fischer. He removed his vestments, storing them in the sacristy and pulled on his black overcoat, cap and gloves. Then he made his way by foot to the cafe Münchener with his rendezvous with tęsknić Wojcik and Snr Fabiano.<br/><br/>Upon arriving at the small cafe, he noted only a few customers having a meal or reading the newspaper. He took a booth towards the rear of the cafe after picking up a copy of<span style="font-style: italic">Abundzeitung</span>, a local newspaper. He read the stories from the city and sipped a coffee while waiting for his guest.