Humans were intriguing.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">He</span>thought of them as such since the very start... Without barging in straight into the depths of their souls, he could not discern their actions and their thoughts, all of that remaining a mystery to him. He could not understand them without destroying them... And their forms tempted him so badly. He wanted to consume the corrupted souls they possessed, drain them and suck out all the life inside them...<br/><br/>Oh, but he could not, not yet. He still had an important task to do himself... Only then could he reap the fruits of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse!<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">He</span>simply longed for the feeling of sucking the soul of a human from its soft, tender shell and consuming it. When his fingers clenched around the soft flesh on her neck, twisting it backwards into a rather unnatural position, his narrow lips twisted into a grin, revealing the sharp teeth underneath. A scream begun making its way out of her mouth, but she found it muffled by his hand, quickly being pressed onto her mouth - an incredibly cold, hard hand. It sled down to her chest, stopping between her collarbones, where his fingers gradually curled, slowly clenching into a fist.<br/>Beads of cold sweat welled up on the girl's temples, she struggled for breath, suddenly finding her heartbeat speeding up rapidly. His eyes, the pure black sclerae and poisonously yellow irises, was the last sight her eyes caught.<br/><br/>He pulled the hand back, turning his fist towards himself, and with a large step drew back, dropping the girl to the floor. A shadow was ripped from her, for a mere moment indistinctly resembling the shape of a human body, before being completely sucked into nothing but a small marble in his palm, black fingernails scratching against its surface. He raised his hand, for a moment admiring it against the plain walls of the room, before he cackled, and threw it into his mouth. It flickered a little, dispersing, but was quickly drawn, the sharp tip of his wholly black tongue flashing across his lips. Delicious.<br/>She, now an empty, soulless shell, laying before him on the ground, was a good meal; it was an innocent girl, no sinner, still fresh like a violet in early spring.<br/><br/>Clenching her hands into fists weakly, she raised herself onto her elbows, slowly propping herself up on the floor. She raised her head, looking up at him - but the eyes, previously a cold green, were just a dim grey now; missing the pupil completely, they were eerily lifeless. Her skin, too, has lost its color, appearing pale and lifeless, dark brown hair turning to a faded black. Like an aged photography, she looked as if she was nothing more than a shadow.<br/>A dark shape was spilling around feet, where her shade would normally be cast, ever changing and moving in mesmerizing motions; as if you threw a marble onto the surface of a pond, and sent rings running through it.<br/>Now, every word he'd say would be a sacred command to this puppet. She couldn't think, but she could move rather well, now without any natural barriers stronger and faster than a human would hope to be.<br/><br/>The rugged door on the other end of the room opened, letting a figure in. It was a tall man in a well-kept uniform of what could have once been a military officer, but his movement, which once could have been swift and confident, were now broken, as if his bones were fractured and scattered across his body, or as if he lacked full control of his tendons and muscles.<br/>A new puppet, too, but both of those would learn soon enough.<br/>"Take her away... And make sure she doesn't run away."<span style="font-style: italic">he</span>instructed the man, receiving a faint nod of a confirmation, and the girl was forcefully dragged off.<br/><br/>He stepped towards the window, throwing it open with a quick flick of his hand. On such a high floor of one of Munich's buildings, he had a perfect view on the lights of the city; and even if they'd be shut, his venomously-colored eyes could see through the veil of the darkness.<br/>Since he first awoke, far south of here, he has learnt much. He had servants now, though most of his power was still dormant... A bother to be trapped in this stage, like a cocoon of a butterfly hanging from a tree's branch, waiting to crack open to let the finished specimen slide out in perfection. He couldn't wait for that day to come... But in the meantime, he was trapped in this husk of flesh, cold as ice and hard as iron even then, waiting for the time to set his full fury free.<br/>The wind blew towards him, sweeping his long white hair behind him. It was cold, oh so cold, yet even the winter air appeared like a summer breeze compared to his self.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Kai's eyes lit up with crimson fire the moment he sensed Asmodei's presence. Oh, speak of the devil, and the devil stands at your door! He has come to search for him, and who has just appeared? His gaze only swiftly passed by the Italian man and the Pole, who didn't capture his interest much - the woman somewhat, but he simply oozed with the air of uselessness. He, with a slight raise of his hat, gave Erlind his greetings, lips curling up to a soft smile. "Good evening, gentlemen, lady," he spoke, the smooth tone of his voice complimenting to his visage.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I've been here for the whole time - simply laying low and observing how things will progress. What a coincidence that I was looking for you in particular right now."</span>he responded to the question only he could hear, in voice nearly the same as the words that he spoke aloud. He might have caused his old friend a bit of an issue finding him, seeing as he switched to a... Slightly different form, inhabiting a self-made vessel instead of simply using a human and twisting its form. It was harder to trace this one, too, what was far more convenient...<br/><br/>He graced Isolde with a smile as the door opened, bowing slightly. "All apologies - did I not introduce myself the last time we met? Kristoff Axel Jaeger. Feel free to call me Kristoff, however." he spoke to her, letting the trio pass through the door first, before stepping in himself, gracefully taking his hat off and letting the coat slide off his figure, instead simply hanging it over his shoulders.<br/><br/>He welcomed the tea gladly, taking the cup between the fingers of his glowed hand, and raising it to his lips slowly. He observed every movement the others made - silently and without letting them know, but see it he did. Especially the blonde woman. She emitted a similar sort of feeling in him as the man from a month ago, Herr Drechsler...<br/>Even though he did have his playtime toy, Annika, fully in his grasp already, a being of greed was never satisfied with one puppet only. The moment his attention was caught by a strong-willed, powerful individual, his gut twisted in the desire to have them under his control, to make them depend on him, to make them grateful to him...<br/><br/>Shaking his head softly, he dispelled those thoughts from his mind. For now, he needed to observe. Maybe she'd turn out less interesting than anticipated?<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Who is this girl? She makes me curious... Do you think she'd make a good toy?"</span>he inquired to Asmodeus in jest, eyes set upon Yvonne's figure.