Isolde listened in horrid fascination as the red faced little man shrieked his plans of destruction and the entire room cheered him on. The whole world was on fire and there was no sanity in this room.  Her arm tingled from what she was now thinking of “an angel’s touch” She had once had a guardian, a white lighter, she had called him, an angel for all practical purposes. That was many life times ago, she thought ruefully. Isolde realized she could use a touch of goodness right now as she was standing on the threshold of selling her soul to the devil for the greater good of the people she cared about.<br/><br/>Hitler was winding down with an odd  tone of voice,<br/>“ I do not only like the sound of my own voice wise as I may be,  but the opinion of the people is important to the cause. For what is a Fatherland without its children? I now give you Fraulein Darcy Krohs.”<br/><br/>Isolde sat up in her chair. If Hitler had been horrifyingly fascinating, Darcy was a study in eerie elegance. She held out her hands to the audience, palms out, red nails like claws ready to rip out heart.<br/><br/>“The People desire a country free from plaque. More than that, the People deserve a country free from Greed, Lust, Pride, Envy, Gluttony, Sloth and Anger. When this country rules the world, these demons that plague the People will be gone along with those who are not the Master Race.” Her voice was smooth as whiskey as it flowed over the crowd. Isolde found herself swaying gently from side to side and was unable to stop herself. All those around her were doing the same and had odd looks on their faces .Even the men on the platform, including Hitler were taken under her spell.  Isolde couldn’t even blink and she knew that bitch of a cousin had ensorcelled the crowd.<br/><br/>Darcy’s wicked, sly smile faltered as she scanned the crowd, looking somewhat behind Isolde.<br/>Ha, Isolde thought, someone has not succumbed to her spell.<br/><br/>Isolde’s iron wall had slipped and Darcy had been able to insert her power under it a bit, leaving Isolde bound but lucid. The rest of the crowd, humans and demons alike were not quite so fortunate.<br/><br/>“Are you part of the Master Race?” Darcy asked in a rousing voice.<br/><br/>“We are the Master Race,” the crowd chanted back.<br/><br/>“Will you overcome the 7  and be left with obedience in a society that has equal distribution of goods, with the total abolition of money held by private citizens, and citizens only doing work which is for the common good of the Fatherland ?”<br/><br/>“We will work for the Fatherland in total obedience.” Came the reply.<br/><br/>Isolde struggled through the trance and managed to squeeze Erlind’s hand, discretely. She realized that some how Darcy was declaring war on not only the humans but the demons as well. Where had she hatched up a scheme like this? Good and evil were a balanced set of actions in the world. Without one, there was not the other and vice versa. Like light and dark, or day and night, good and evil were necessary. Darcy was telling all here that she was destroying any and everything that had to do with freewill. Isolde had a deeply chilling feeling. Darcy was powerful but not that powerful. A new Evil like the world had never known was on the horizon.<br/><br/>Darcy nodded in satisfaction and yielded the mic. The people around her began to stretch and to murmur to one another as yet another speaker came to the podium.<br/><br/>“Erlind?” she whispered urgently, “Can you get us out of here?”