<span style="font-style: italic">"Ah, there sure is a lot for us to talk about."</span>he nodded to Erlind,<span style="font-style: italic">"It's been almost an eternity." </span><br/><br/>Erlind smiled with his lips closed and nodded his head. With sure steps, he began to make a way for Kai and into the dim lit auditorium-like theatre. The place was crowed. The bourgeoisie opted for balcony seats, while members that were present from Nazi Party organizations sat in the front rows of the main floor. Guests and other visitors covered some of the rest of the seats. The room was large enough for the one hundred and five individuals who were invited for the conference. The auditorium itself had a total capacity of 789 seats.<br/><br/>Between the moment Erlind entered the auditorium and the moment he sat, he paused short and took note of his surroundings. He scanned the balconies, memorized the non-familiar faces including the strange faces. He was looking for that one green holy light but to no avail. Adina who was not a staff member had a seat to the left of Isolde. The Demon wanted to keep her close and he was going to make sure that she tells him of her dream before he lets her go. He was curious and felt the sincerity in the woman the moment she opened her lips to greet him.  A seat next to Adina was empty, yet destined for Officer Udo Drechsler who has not arrived yet. Erlind placed himself to the right of the Witch while Kai comforted himself in a seat next to him. He maintained an eye contact with Isolde for no more than two seconds then looked away. He removed a silver embroidered black hat with an eagle patch. His hair was cut very short, and the longer part of his hair in the front was slicked back.<br/><br/>Comfortably sitting, Erlind had a tiny smirk on his face and it was small enough to curl up one corner of his lips. He looked at Kai and raised an eyebrow. A somewhat playful smile was still not disappearing from the face of his old partner in crime. He noticed how Kai was shifting his gaze between Isolde and himself and Erlind gave one of those 'it's not what you think' type of look but could not suppress a snicker.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"How did this cold winter's evening grace us with a presence as magnificent as yours, milady, I wonder?"</span>Kai spoke up to the woman once more, slowly crossing his arms on his chest.<br/><br/>The good manners and the polite tongue, Kai never failed to amuse him. Erlind finally let go of his smirk and replaced it with a softer smile, letting the two speak with each other. As he awaited the arrival of the Leader, Erlind looked towards a fine looking woman, seated on what would be Hitler’s right hand once he joined the panel. Adolph Hitler spoke of her to him, but it was vague, nothing of capital importance. It made the Demon the even more curious. The Master was one of those people he simply could not mind-control and get into their brains. The woman on the other hand, had a nasty aura about her, almost too repugnant, even offensive. Her marvelous beauty was not enough of a disguise. He was eager to know what exactly that she had to, or beg for, to win such a prestige rank while he was in battle gaining undisputed advantage against Poland during the past couple of months. It was not envy. He cared less about the future of Germany to care about his rank as a Lieutenant Colonel, but his instincts were never wrong. This woman was trouble.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Did she contract you?</span></span>a far sharper voice requested to Asmodeus - Erlind.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">I'd better be careful. There's one of the holy ones around, too, did you notice? It's making me feel sick, that stench.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Raphael..</span></span>Erlind informed Kai. The thought transference conveyed a calm tone.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">His corporeal presence is wholly strange. He may be here for me, or to witness the events, recording them to insure that they were accurate. Minimizing their interaction with the world... Isn't that what ones of his ranks would do!?</span></span><br/><br/>He paused to steal a glance of Isolde. He sensed that something with her was wrong. She looked frightened, or worried, maybe both. The Demon looked concerned as well.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">As for the Witch, she did contract me. It is different though... It's something beyond my comprehension, Kai. If you want my honesty, you should be concerned about her...</span></span>Erlind discreetly shifted his eyes towards the woman sitting at the dais.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Ah! I tell you, I wouldn't mind turning my body to dust just to find out what this masquerade's all about.</span></span>Being living in a body made of flesh and blood usually made Demons weaker and sometimes, losing some of their destructive powers.<br/><br/><br/>Erling grasped near the cuff of his left gloved hand and pulled it from the wrist towards his fingertips until the glove folded over, then proceeded to do the same with the second and crossed one leg over the other. His head cocked to one side and he looked at Isolde.<span style="font-style: italic">''Are you alright?''</span>He asked. The Demon pulled his thoughts together and took Isolde's right hand in his. He languidly moved it atop his, curling his thumb around the curve that her own thumb and index finger unintentionally created. Through the fabric of her glove, he brushed his thumb over hers in slow motions, inconspicuously. His eyes lingered on her hand for a brief period of time and he bit the inside of his bottom lip. Keeping his face directed toward her hand, cerulean eyes darted slowly back up to her face.<span style="font-style: italic">''I sense... that you are concerned with... something. If it's our deal, it can wait... I can.''</span>He asked in a semi-whispered low vocal tone while placing her hand delicately on the crook of his elbow. He did not cover it with his own, just in case she felt like pulling it away. He raised his chin up a little capturing her eyes with his own, and this time he meant it.