The force of the blow sent the three officers rolling down the clinic stairs. Erlind stood at the door wincing as he looked at his men.. A hushed chuckle escaped him and he managed his best to hide it, although he could not help the satisfactory feelings. Fabiano on the other hand, had taken cover behind the gates's right door, in a crouch position against the wall. His hands never letting go of his firearm. In contrary, they gripped it firmly against his chest.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“The gates open. Do you have the guts to come in?”</span>she taunted.<br/><br/>Erlind's lips parted, and his tongue came to rub the left corner of his mouth. This was a terrible mess, he thought as he proceeded to look away from the police that rushed up the stairs to the gates. The Demon raised a calm hand at the confused humans and nodded his head, assuring them that everything was under control. With a gaze cast towards the fallen officers, their bodies elevated into a standing position and back to their previous spots near the now open gates. Suddenly, everything was simply back to normal.<br/><br/>Erlind flashed an amused gaze at Isolde and he shook his head, inhaling deeply. He knew from the start that she was going to be the end of him one day. He needed to clean her mess, even if that meant overusing his abilities in a space of two hours. These type of incidents were certainly not going to benefit her, or everyone involved. Anger was weakness, and weakness was exactly what Darcy wanted. Not only that, but humanity lived in an age where their nature and psychology did not prepare them to understand activities that reposed outside the range of normal experience or scientific explanation; which even science itself failed to explain.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You step beyond your bounds, Officer. This clinic is my lead, so whatever business you have here is not sanctioned by the Fuhrer! An inquiry has been opened on your case, so I expect you to back-down before I order your arrest." </span><br/><br/>The Demon's head cocked to the side as he studied the blonde one, unperturbed by her audacity and boldness. He watched the woman rub her fingers, perplexed. A subtle smile crossed his lips. If she was not so vacuous or ignorant, he would have twisted her head in a complete 360 within a split second and before she even had the time to blink.<br/><br/>A snarl reached her lips and she ground her teeth at the demon, no man before her.<span style="font-style: italic">"I can feel the innocents you've sullied, and I can feel they are not with you now... I said back down." </span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Officer Wojcik... What a pleasant surprise!''</span>Erlind began, advancing a little too close to the woman. His face portrayed amusement which blew his mind, and his tone was calm and neutral.<span style="font-style: italic">''First of all, you do not tell me what to do. Not only we have orders from the Fuhrer to investigate this clinic, but an outsider like yourself, Officer Wojcik, should learn how to speak to her superior on German grounds. Did I make myself clear? If not, It would be my pleasure to repeat myself once again.''<br/></span><br/><br/>Erlind looked away from the woman and signaled his men to remain where they are. Venturing inside the clinic's lobby room, he looked around and scanned the area, thoughtful for a moment. Yvonne would expect him to behave in the same aggressive and unprofessional manner, but he had lived way too long to say that he had met people like her before and that was enough to learn how to handle them. He took a few deep breaths and glanced at Isolde. He wanted to speak to her, and privately. He took a few deep breaths and approached the two women again, but fixated his eyes on the blonde with composed thoughts. He will get his message across and without losing control over himself. Patience was a virtue.<br/><br/>Patience was his current weapon of choice.<br/><br/>Time was on his side.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Your behavior clearly speaks of your disloyalty to our regime, Officer Wojcik and you know that you are not supposed to question the Fuhrer's orders. Now, and with all due respect, you may go ahead and report to the Colonel if you so desire, open a new inquiry, be my guest ... or you could prove yourself to be worthy of the Swastika around your arm, and finish what you have come to do because my men have other duties to attend and I must interrogate the Head nurse. Take your time if you wish, I shall not exclude you from performing your duties Officer, and you shall do the same.''</span>He announced straight to the point.<br/><br/>He leaned in close enough to the blonde one to whisper in her ear so that she alone could hear; his lips accidentally brushed against her earlobe.<span style="font-style: italic">''Friendly advice - You want to fight fire with water, not with fire, unless you know what you're dealing with. I do not question your bravery and courage one bit, but anger and the loss of control is weakness of attitude, and weakness of attitude is weakness of character and that alone can be used against you. You know what I am, and I found out who you are. If you wish to make of me your enemy, then at least do learn the bigger threat that's out there and then you make your decision. I still expect you at the museum. I advise you to make your decision then.''</span>The Dark One had followed him to the clinic, he could still feel his presence on the radar, but it was not his place to recruit God's minions to fight by his side. Even he had lost faith in Raphael along with whatever helping hand he had offered.<br/><br/>He pulled back and laid soft eyes on Isolde as Fabiano came into his view. He could feel a great energy boiling in her veins and the scent of her powers tantalized his senses greatly. He felt light-headed for a moment but managed to focus his entire attention on Yvonne once again.<br/><br/>It had taken the Italian a long moment to gather all his sense. He saw what he saw and he knew that he was not going crazy. His mind though tried to understand what had happened between the moment the gates blew open, to when the Oberstlutenant elevated the bodies of the officers back into their standing position.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Hey, you. Did you ... What the fuck just happened?''</span>Fabiano asked one of the men in a hushed tone.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''What do you mean?''</span>The officer raised a brow, confused.<br/><br/>The Italian was horrified and it did not make him any less stouthearted than the police officers who stood with fervent fearfulness. Fabiano strongly believed that if they looked so composed, that it was because of some sorcery. He still did not comprehend why Erlind's magic did not work on him. This time, he seemed to understand it all. This time, he knew that he witnessed something in the church which he could remember no more. He felt it. He fucking knew it. He was certain of it.<br/><br/>He recognized a particular voice echoing within the walls of the clinic. He acted as if he heard nothing and saw nothing; stepping towards the entrance.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Officer Wojcik!''</span>He saluted with hand a gesture while acknowledging the presence of the red-head. She must be Isolde Devereaux. He still could not recall visiting her couple of nights ago. Unfortunately, he could not manage to visit her earlier in the morning in order to ask her about the other night. He discreetly wet his lips and regarded Yvonne. He admired her attitude, her elegance. Her presence brought him consolation. Her presence made him see through the horror he mentally tried to fight.<br/><br/>Her presence was divine and pure... A fact that overwhelmed him right where he stood. He also played it fool, making the Oberst believe that he fell under the same category as the men he toyed with outside - Brainwashed parasites. When a police officer stormed inside the clinic in a hurry to inform Erlind of something, Fabiano used the distraction to his advantage to attempt a brief talk with Yvonne.<span style="font-style: italic">''I hope that I did not interrupt your conversation,''</span>His eyes moved to Erlind, Isolde and back to Yvonne, moving to stand by her side, but in a way where his frame was exposed through a set of dusty glass windows. He cleared his throat.<span style="font-style: italic">''I am surprised to see you here. The Colonel had put me on this investigation after my report to him yesterday. Herr Kohler is not permitted to interrogate the Nurse alone after the report we made.  This is why I am here, to take note of every question and every answer. Forgive me if I did not speak to you about it when I could. But I saw something. I must speak with you, tonight; tomorrow, I do not care when as long as you give me some of your time.''</span>His dark eyes were locked hard on the woman's face, conveying a matter of urgency.