The being inside the mortal illusion listened to his partner in crime closely. Erlind sat on the corner of the table with one feet still on the ground and the other raised off the floor by a few inches due to his barely seated position. After taking a few sips of Champagne, he held the flute glass between both of his hands. He tilted his head to the side, staring at the long haired one while his facial expressions exploded into myriads of emotions..<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"And one day I'm going to kill her till she dies for good, that little b***h."</span>Kai whispered through his clenched teeth. Erlind continued to listen silently, looking at the other thoughtfully. Every now and then he would carry the glass to his mouth to drink down the liquor in one sip, or two.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I greed... For her gutted body on a silver platter! For her blood in a crystal goblet!"</span>The Advocate whispered again, hiding his eyes with his hand as he straightened his back once more.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“She is not worth all your trouble. But you shall have her gutted body on a platter, be it gold, silver or wood. The power is yours, and she is nothing but  a ... Witch.”</span>Erlind explained with a callous charisma. His cerulean eyes searching for the other's deep dark crimson ones, but the Demon denied him that invitation. One hand he had used as a barrier to shield his eyes for an instance.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Towards the end of today's Gospel Reading, we heard... <br/>'I baptize you with water for repentance, but one who is more powerful than I is coming after me; I am not worthy to .... <br/>He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire.' In these words ... <br/>coming of the Holy Spirit in tongues of fire on Pentecost Day.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“This is exactly what the Witch wants, and the more you think about her, the deeper she'll leave her marks on you, and that is not acceptable.”</span>Erlind ran a finger around the rim of the half-emptied flute glass. His body suddenly began to tense, turning cold. He parted his lips to speak again, his breath surprisingly misting around him. The climate in the room was warm enough to feel comfortable for mortals. But while Demons were immune to cold and hot temperatures, Erlind strangely began to feel the temperature cooling down to what felt like a chilly feeling. He put the glass down and picked up the photo, taking good care in storing it away back inside his coat. He circled around the table until he was standing right next to the Advocate.<br/><br/>Hands in the pockets of his military trousers, the Demon which roots went back to Ancient Persia continued.<span style="font-style: italic">“I have never seen you like this before, but I have noticed your untypical distraction with something ... or someone after the Mittenwald conferance and shortly before I found you in the company of Officer Udo.”</span>Erlind's chest began to tighten and he took in a deep breath, silently fighting against the sever pain in his ears.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">The Words of God that were written in former days in the Holy Scriptures, they give us Christians a basis for our hope in Jesus Christ. More of these words ringed in his ears, amplifying the pain. </span></span><br/><br/>As the words drew nearer to the end, sweat manifested on Erlind's forehead and the temperature in the room quickly shifted from freezing cold to burning hot before slowly returning back to normal once more. The Demon had remained in control the entire time, like always, in complete control of any situation. But the experience was scary, scary enough that he experienced the agony of the gelid and the fiery in a very short moment.<br/><br/>Two graceful fingers gently twirled a few locks of jet black hair around them, admiring their silky texture. If it was not for his old friend, Asmodeus would still be chained in Egypt, and that until the end of times. That was supposed to be his fate and Kai interfered. He stared deep into the other's eyes, making sure to emphasize on every word he was about to speak. He continued, reflecting a vicious standing posture in the hope of bringing the other to regain his own composure. He smiled,<span style="font-style: italic">"You can count on me, Kai. I am in debt to you. And it is not merely out of this respect that I have carried for you all this time long. It is more than just that. But you alone can offer yourself this complete salvation, body and spirit. Kai, you look fine dressed in rage, but you are allowing <span style="font-weight: bold">Her</span> to control you. You are to her as transparent as water."</span>His voice trailed off at the thought of his own Witch - Isolde. He loosened his grip on his own smile allowing it to fade away, despite his efforts not to. Erlind slowly pushed the locks of long black hair behind Kai's ear, grinding his teeth behind tightly closed lips. He blinked, the shades of blue in his eyes dimmed to unveil two orbs that mirrored the pits of Hell.