The problem with assuming a mortal form is you get to experience both the pleasure and the pain. Demons and angels are not free from the anguish of physical distress. Rafael, ended up in a precarious position that helped him to appreciate the realities of life on earth. He is no foreigner to pain, having felt it on many occasions before. This time, the distress was different. It was both titillating and anguishing.<br/><br/>After the conversation with Darcy and counsel with God, Rafael returned to the castle as SS-Hauptsturmführer (Waffen SS Captain) Franz Zimmer. Herr Zimmer was of fine Prussian stock, raised in Spandau, the largest borough of Berlin. Franz Zimmer graduated from Technische Universität Berlin (The Technical University of Berlin) with a degree in physics. In 1935, Franz Zimmer became enraptured with the rise of Adolf Hitler and joined the Schutzstaffel. Due to his education, blonde hair, blue eyes and 76" of stature he was immediately commissioned as an SS-Untersturmführer (Waffen SS<span style="font-style: italic">under</span>Lieutenant) and appointed to Adolf Hitler's personal protection detail.<br/><br/>By the time of the November convention, Franz Zimmer, previously promoted to SS-Hauptsturmführer was personally detailed to oversee Darcy Krohs with a detail of eight Waffen SS soldiers including SS-Oberscharführer Gerd Saller. Saller became something of a hero in the Germanic society when he took a bullet for the Führer three years earlier. The man was trumped as a national hero, occasionally invited to dine with the Führer.<br/><br/>But that is all lost now. Franz could not recall how he ended up in some hunting lodge in God's country. He did not know what happened to Oberscharfuhrer Saller and the other soldiers of Frau Krohs' Security detachment. For all he knew they were dead, but Franz did not care. He wanted to care, but found it very difficult to focus on anything.<br/><br/>There was a voice. Franz felt like he was hungry, but he didn't care. At least he didn't care enough to concern himself with it. On those rare occasions when he considered scratching an itch, he would attempt to move his arm, realize that his arms were bound, unable to move, but at least in his world the itch scratched itself.<br/><br/>The fire crackled vitality and warmth. It offered a warm glow to the room. Life was pleasantly awesome for Hauptsturmführer Zimmer. Some days he felt like he was running in a field, sipping wine with friends or simply relaxing, half-asleep, half-awake laying on his back staring up at the clouds without a care in the world.<br/><br/>The fireplace gave that warm glow fires are supposed to give. It was comforting to Herr Zimmer. He was having a great time. A bear skin rug spread out in front of the fireplace. His unclothed form lay prone across the rug with Regina Langenberg on his left and Tanja Adler on his right.<br/><br/>Regina looked younger than she was with a lithe body, not incredibly developed but incredibly affectionate. She caressed Franz' toned form. Her strokes kept Franz feeling happy, a satisfied grin engulfing his lips. While Regina was thin and nimble, Tanja was more voluptuous with ample bosoms and shapely hips. Her body almost as toned as the Prussian officer. Franz appreciated that fact and appeared to pay her more attention.<br/><br/><br/>In the hunting shack, with the two beautiful young women he once knew at University, Franz' hands were loosely bound, no gag, his feet bare but he sat close enough to feel the heat from the fire. Franz' head dropped backwards imagining some sexual act with one or both of the young women on the bear skin rug. A lazy smile creased his sallow face. Saliva trailed onto his chest, coating his chin. His blouse removed, exposing a once nicely ironed shirt with a pool of old saliva coating the front. The tarp his chair stood upon made a crinkling noise, which occasionally snapped Franz back to reality. He preferred the other<span style="font-style: italic">reality</span>and often more than not retreated into that one. Whatever the stranger did to him, Franz was lost. He did not understand. He did not try to understand. Any attempt at rational thought was lost to an overwhelming euphoric delirium. It was wonderful and Herr Zimmer enjoyed it thoroughly.<br/><br/>An unknown hand belonging to some unknown and unseen person grabbed the back of Franz Zimmer's head. Pulled back. Although it may have cause some pain and discomfort, Franz never felt it. He enjoyed the kisses and caresses of Tanja and Regina. He explored their most intimate regions, tasting and enjoying all the sexual pleasures three people could appreciate.<br/><br/>Rafael could feel every sensation Franz Zimmer endured, the pain and the pleasure. Unfortunately, for the Arch Angel, the drugs used by Mr. Buchannen clouded his mind completely. He was currently at the command of the British soldier posing as a German. If Rafael were able to engage in rational thought, he would have seen things about the soldier that just weren't right.  In fact, in those few moments of clarity, he sensed something about the man he had never sensed in another human being. He could not quite put his finger on it, but it was something he had never seen in the past few millennium God permitted him to walk the earth. His aura was gray. It was neither bright colored like the good or dark like the evil ones. Maybe it was beige? It was disturbing to Rafael because he failed to interpret the aura. He could not see the man. It was almost as though he weren't a man at all. He wasn't a demon and he wasn't an angel. He could not figure it out and this drug kept him in an incapacitated state, not permitting him to think at all.<br/><br/>Rafael could see the man seated across from him. He tried to focus on him, but was unable to. Water. He drank the water greedily. Franz Zimmer's body needed the water. It needed nourishment as well, but that did not appear to be on the menu today. Today's menu consisted solely of this wonderful white powder that engulfed Franz' complete being. Everything in the world was happy and blissful when he took the powder. If he was hungry, he could not remember. The skies were blue, cloudless and the sun always shone. He rode bikes with Gina and Tanja through the Großer Tiergarten in Berlin. Life was grand and there was not a care in the world. That blissful smile returned to Herr Zimmer's face. Franz was not yet permitted to indulge in the lone menu item. The lack of<span style="font-style: italic">food</span>presented Herr Zimmer and Rafael with a dilemma.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Tell me about the woman Darcy,”</span>the voice drifted through the fog, into his consciousness. Franz thought he was responding to the question. In his mind, he detailed everything he knew about Frau Kohls, but it came out as futile whimpers and moans. All the while Tanja and Regina were there with him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Tell me of the woman Darcy,”</span>the voice spoke again. This time, Rafael didn't have any control over the Prussian's body. He could feel the man's rage well up. The girls abandoned him. It was dark in his usual happy place and he grew angry. The anger overcame his entire being. He wanted to get in a fight with every man, woman and child on earth and kick or punch them all. He wanted to scratch out their eyes. All he had for a target was this person seated across the table from him. Franz mustered a weak stance and lunged forward, dropping onto the table. The table moved sharply into his abdomen knocking him backward into the chair. Franz slumped into a seated position and hissed,<span style="font-style: italic">"Please."</span>He then fell off the chair onto the floor doubled over in pain and tears. He convulsed repeatedly with tears flowing out onto the tarp. The dark place had returned just as quickly as it would leave once he could have some<span style="font-style: italic">lunch</span>.<br/><br/>Franz pulled himself up to a kneeling position at the edge of the table. Mr. Buchannen laid out his<span style="font-style: italic">lunch</span>for him and was ready to indulge. The hunger overwhelmed his senses. Rafael was unable to stop the human's animalistic instincts for food.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“A castle…”</span>Franz uttered the words without difficulty,<span style="font-style: italic">“Somewhere in the mountains.”</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Where is the castle?”</span>The British soldier asked with the patience of a clergyman, slowly edging the metal slab towards Herr Zimmer. Rafael knew he needed to stop accepting this drug and tried to take over. He violently shook his head in protest to the chemical on the slab of metal.  A battle took place inside Franz Zimmer's head; the two souls inhabiting his body. One wanted desperately to consume the white powder while the other knew it was wrong. They both fought hard to achieve their ends. Just as the battle reached a conclusion the other man in the shack pulled the dish away. Rafael was happy and let his guard down. Herr Zimmer took over and yelled, "give me that back! I deserve that meal right now! How dare you deprive me of food!?" But to everyone outside Franz Zimmer's body, it made no sense whatsoever. Following the outburst, Franz collapsed onto his arms and wept into his lap.<br/><br/>The man then unfolded a map of the region, laid out on the table they sat/kneeled in front at. Desperate for a meal, Franz looked closely at the map and searched the location where Frau Krohs kept herself isolated from the world completing her ungodly science experiments. Franz didn't care anymore. He was hungry and that sensation engulfed every desire. He could no longer think for himself and Rafael found it a struggle to take over in this weakened state.<br/><br/>Franz found the location. It was simple to find because it was only a few kilometers southeast of the Waffen SS training base at Bad Tölz in the Alps. The man wanted Herr Zimmer to confirm the location. Franz did not care anymore. He insisted this was the location about five kilometers south east of the Waffen SS training base.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Who was the other woman being guarded?”</span>The voice insisted on asking more questions. Franz did not care. He just wanted to get back to Tanja and Regina. He forgot his friends from University.<br/><br/>Franz was thoroughly angered, upset as he attempted to draw as much information from his fogged brain as he could. Franz, found the ability to stand. Walking about aimlessly helped him to focus his thoughts. Then he stopped and looked at the floor as if the answer were written there amongst the filthy wooden boards. When Franz remembered what happened that night when the woman was<span style="font-style: italic">rescued</span>by the large winged man with the sword, Rafael waited patiently to see what the Prussian would do.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Isolde!”</span>SS-Hauptsturmführer Franz Zimmer screamed at Mr. Buchannen. Franz wandered from the table and almost tripped on the return. He repeated the name over and over trying to help alleviate his pain. He pleaded with the man at the table to give him the<span style="font-style: italic">meal</span>he deserved. He wanted to forget that night. It occurred to him that his friend and champion, Oberscharführer Gerd Saller was one of those who died that night.<br/><br/>Finally, the man was satisfied with Franz' response. The metal slab was made accessible to the Prussian Officer. He greedily slurped his lunch into his sinuses. "Noooooo!" Rafael pleaded in Franz' brain. The hungry, dying man would not heed his warning cry, just as every other human in the past month discarded his other worldly advice. But this time, Tanja and Regina were not waiting for Franz Zimmer. The body fell to the floor. He convulsed several times. Pain overwhelmed his senses and slowly the spirits of both Franz Zimmer and the Arch Angel, Rafael departed the corpse. Rafael looked both lovingly and disappointed, like a father punishing a child at the spirit of the former Hauptsturmführer descending into purgatory. His fate was yet to be decided. Rafael would not plead his case in favor of heaven, after having seen his mind. He urged Herr Zimmer should join his peers in the plane of demons.<br/><br/>Rafael returned to heaven to discuss what he learned with his brothers and with God. He would then consider what his next move would be. He could no longer return as Rafael Halasz. That man returned to BudaPest, Hungary a month ago. He would determine a new disguise. For now, he would watch from the ethereal plane. His business with Asmodeus and Isolde were not yet concluded. Also, the witch Darcy Kohs was still a threat to all that was good in the world.