With a confident composure, a man who trusted no one, not even his Generals, left his chambers alongside his wife. Adolph Hitler owned thousands of fine outfits, but for tonight, he opted for one particular favored sandy-brown outfit. He paid no income tax while in power, so he was able to own the best of the best that was on the market. He made his way towards his destination which was prepared for the conference of today. Hitler deeply cared about the Fatherland, but he felt as if he should not rely on the opinions of his men or others, but instead, adopting to his opinions and instincts. He knew that he did enough to build a relationship with his men. His wife Eva Hitler, thought differently. The couple had a little argument  on their ride to the Hotel which left him agitated. In her own words, she expressed to him that he was focusing on direct control rather than mutual communication with his men, that ignoring the characteristics of his followers and those of the Nazi Party as a whole would not end well for him. Also, she mentioned how she was not feeling comfortable with the presence of his newer partner in crime... That one woman named Darcy. Eva thought that she was some kind of a Mistress to her husband, but Hitler did not want to comment about it.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Dear Husband, do you remember when you dreamt of becoming an artist?''</span>Softly she said, trying her hard to lighten up the mood.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Please, what do women know about politics?''</span>He shouted.<span style="font-style: italic">''Enough!!! Let us end this argument. I am very content with my believes, and I am certain that I was exactly the Leader that Germany hoped for and wanted. If I am guilty of one thing, that would be having done everything that should have been done so far. I am fighting for a noble goal and the world has yet to see my work blossoming.''</span>He shook his head and cleared his throat, brushing past his wife.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Superiority at its best, Mein Führer?''</span>His wife lowered her gaze and sighed, then began to follow.<br/><br/>Raising his chin high in the air, he gracefully walked down the hallway, followed by his wife and Generals. Adolph pressed something into his hand and slid it down his ring finger then rubbed it. It was a golden ring.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">_____________________________________</div><br/><br/>Meanwhile in the Great Hall, the guests and visitors prepared themselves to head to the main auditorium .<br/><br/><br/>Isolde introduced Adina as being the best in Munich when it comes to sewing. He nodded and frowned. He felt the presence of Adolph Hitler. The feeling in his chest was that of discomfort.<span style="font-style: italic">''Erlind, perhaps it would be wise to find a seat before the room fills up.''</span>Isolde suggested, tugging at his sleeve.<br/><br/>The man nodded, tracing the outline of the Witch's lips as she spoke. He quickly looked away from her and his own lips quivered for a very short instance. He has visualized his lean yet strong fingers touching the skin of her neck and pausing at the small hollow at its base just to see if it was as soft as he envisioned it to be. He wondered if she bore the marks of the beast, those of her ancient lover... Malachai.<br/><br/>The Demon brushed off the distracting, unwanted thoughts. He discreetly sighed.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">How long has it been, Asmodei?  </span></span><br/><br/>The voice flourished in his head and echoed in his ears as if the voice was speaking to him directly. A broad smile plastered itself on his lips while two crimson eyes, in the midst of the crowd, stared back at him like magnets. The owner of those magnificent eyes waved, and Erlind knew that he was the targeted receiver on the other end. Something about his Demonic long time friend, renewed his hope.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Isolde, I shall join you soon. Head to the left, you will see a group of chairs close by the aisle, front rows. Our names should be marked on them...''</span>Erlind instructed, and shifted his eyes to Adina, bowing his head.<span style="font-style: italic">''Miss, feel free to join us. I have a feeling that you may not want to miss our conference.'</span>' He said with a smirk and torn himself away from the two ladies, slashing a path through the crowd, and towards the face that resembled a familiar one.<br/><br/>The Demon grinned with mischief and shook his old time friend's right shoulder.<span style="font-style: italic">''Brother... It's been a while''</span>He gave him one of these suspicious looks and added.<span style="font-style: italic">"There is so much you need to tell me, but the conference is starting soon. We can't keep the man waiting. You shall have a seat beside me. Let's go?"</span><br/><br/>When Archangel Raphael chased him away from his beloved Sarah, and caged him, Asmodeus thought that it was going to be the end of him. If it was not for Kai, Asmodeus would never have been set free. His loyal friend did not simply save him from Raphael's earthly prison, but this ally also fed his hate and vengeance that had threatened to consume him since. One day, Kai simply vanished.