<span style="font-style: italic">''Oops. My powers are tied to my emotions.'' </span>She said.<br/><br/>Asmoday watched the vision as it exploded and smiled. Remarkable, he thought. He wasn't sure if he accepted this interaction with the Witch because he was lusting over making a new deal and the idea to make one again just tasted deliciously delightful in the back of his throat, or if the only reason to why he stayed and listened was because he was asked favours from a wonderful being, unlike other charlatans that bore him to death with their filthy demands. He felt, respect for her. Her immortality though was still an insulting threat. Her being one of the few of her kind alive, it could explain why she attracted the attention of his thought-form, of all the other lesser demonic beings that inhabited the homes of each Nazi and murderer in Germany. Even Adolph Hitler had his own servant, summoned 360 years back and was bound by a very powerful pact. Asmoday frowned thinking about it.<br/><br/>After the vision disappeared, they were back in the local warehouse, their forms in the same position they were in when the mist formed inside the warehouse. It felt as if time had stopped for a moment. A very short moment. Maybe a minute or two.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Before I sign any deal with you, I want to understand the terms completely.''</span>She said.<span style="font-style: italic">''and I want to negotiate conditions.''</span><br/><br/>Something about the air was not right, and the demon began to sweat a little bit. He felt as if he was being detached from the Witch. His old scars began to leak blood again behind the fabric of his dark grayish toga. Asmoday remained in complete control of himself as to not make Isolde doubt that something was happening, but in truth, one was still able to notice dark red spots forming on the soft material of the toga he was wearing. A suffocating smell of burnt fish heart and liver filled his nostrils.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Raphael...</span><br/><br/>Even his demonic powers disabled him from locating the Archangel for that last was divinely camouflaged. He may not have been physically present, but more like spiritually present. It could also be the opposite. He could not tell. Yes, fear and anger combined sneaked its way into his demonic condemned soul, for only he could remember Raphael's punishment when he banished him away from the only one he ever loved, Sarah. The Archangel could have killed him if he wished, since he was more powerful. He was one of God's highly ranked servants, dammit. Doesn't take a mastermind to understand that. But that alone made Asmoday feel even more detestation for The Creator. God knows he will win at the end, yet finds it pleasurable to toy around a little bit more with his unholy creations, and that, until the end of time. The Demon sworn to avenge himself, and what a sweet revenge but to side with Lucifer and torment God's children for eternity.<br/><br/><br/>With an engaging nature, Asmodai nodded his head and looked at the Witch.<span style="font-style: italic">"It is wise of you to ask me of the terms. You will be granted that. I don't really negotiate, but I like you and I strongly believe that you deserve a negotiation if your heart pleases"</span>He began to explain. If Raphael was present, Asmodai was going to do what it takes to keep the Witch focused on his words.<span style="font-style: italic">"Truth be told, I knew none of you when you summoned me. But you picked my interest now and I can't really explain how I suddenly know enough about you. It's what I do."</span>The Demon paused and leaned forward to touch Isolde's hand with the back of his right one, fingers gently brushing against the soft skin.<span style="font-style: italic">"You know my Dear, there is a beast in you that needs to be exercised, not exorcised like stupid religious idiots might think, or thought when you burned at the stake. Your concern with the Nazi and your people are not something you need to be worried about. You must already know that a bigger threat is being unleashed on Earth and it's only a matter of time before you lose everything that humanity ever fought for. The disappearances of many of your colleagues is an incident which I am aware of. The Jewish people will soon suffer a great, great miserable faith. There isn't much I can do to change that, but you can. And I can help you to achieve it. I will bring your colleagues back and help give them honorable positions in Germany."</span>He pulled his hand away and crossed fingers over his lap, leaning back into the chair.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Believe it or not, the vision you saw is true. I can tell you where Malachai is now, but you won't be able to reunite with him yet. Maybe in eighty or ninety years from now."</span>The Demon chuckled and cleared his throat.<span style="font-style: italic">"Fail to accept my offer and you may never be able to see your Lover again. What is in it for me? You will do as I instruct you to do. If you accept my Deal, your soul will be bound to me until your very last breath in this life. For this deal to be completed, I request that you bring me the heart of the man himself, Adolph Hitler. My reasons for wanting him dead are mine."</span>Asmoday thought it was wiser not to speak much to her about his reasons.<span style="font-style: italic">"Do not question my capability of doing so myself. I could kill him if I wanted, in another life maybe. Listen, this is a win-win game. Take this as a business meeting, nothing more, Miss Devereaux. It's up to do you to decide wether you wish to believe me or not, but I have no desire in sitting here and wasting my time fooling around, for I see no challenge to tricking you."</span>