Isolde listened with a frown on her face as the demon listed many half truths of her life's story. He invited her to sit with him but she stayed within the circle of salt until he shared his name,<br/><br/>"Asmodai".<br/><br/>With the gift of his name, Isolde left the shelter of salt to stand by the proffered seat. She knew that facing a demon was no time for weakness or arrogance. Caution was not a bad place to start though and intelligent wit.<br/><br/>“How can you be of service?” Isolde repeated thoughtfully. With a rueful throaty chuckle she replied,<br/><br/>“By going away?” knowing full well that demons did not leave so easily. She watched the red light from the exit sign play over his features. He gave nothing away of his intent.<br/><br/>“I called Malachai to help me combat the disappearances of many of my colleagues. The Nazis have declared that nurses and doctors who are Jews are no longer fit to serve the public. That makes my blood boil. The Master Race for the most part are a bunch of pompous windbags with a charming snake for a leader. I wanted to even the playing field for those who are not blonde haired, blue eyed Aryans.”<br/><br/>She watched his face carefully but still she could not read behind his icy blue eyes.<br/><br/>“How can you be of service? Since I don’t really know you or of you, I do not know what to ask. In truth, you probably have more to gain from me that I of you.”<br/><br/>Isolde realized the danger she was in but having lived several lifetimes had grown fatalistic in her views.<br/><br/>“If I knew the future, perhaps I could offer you knowledge, but I am just a simple witch. I know spells, some healing herbs and little else.” She was pensive for a minute and finally sighed,<br/><br/>“I know the question is not how can you be of service to me, but what price with you exact of me for disturbing you?”