Erlind listened to the woman's words, interested greatly in what she had to say. See, there was a difference between charlatans, satanists, pagan witches, voodoo sorceresses, witchdoctors, you name them, and the Supreme of them all. Entities and demons, responded to the call of so many of them before, even granted them their wishes but his fair share of the reward was greater than they have ever expected it to be.<br/><br/>Everything came with a price when you play with fire. Some of the weaker souls would end up seeing demonic figures in their lives that eventually drove them insane. Some would commit suicide because they could no longer live with that, others got themselves locked up in a mental hospital, forever stuck in their delusional state . Others, seek the dark arts for personal reasons. Name it selfishness, or revenge, and their irresistible fascination with their own temptation leads them to a stage in their lives where they have to pay with more than cash and merchandise.<br/><br/>And then, we have those Witches of a much higher level of pure greatness of all the great ones in humanity combined. Those were the Psychic Supreme. Even some say that their immortality was granted by a Vampire and that they might have encountered at a moment in their younger years of life one who gave them Immortality. Those were granted with eternal life. Erlind had killed many of them before for pure pleasure, but they always kept coming back in other lives, other forms, other bodies. So it got to a point where their simple presence on Earth was of a great annoyance to the Otherworld.<br/><br/><br/>In her voice, Erlind noted the melancholy, or maybe regretful longing. The Demon rolled his eyes and gave the woman a disparaging smile. He then evaporated into a cloud of dragonflies, chortling.<span style="font-style: italic">''Oh yes, yes! I feel your pain''</span>The Demonic creature in his human appearance chuckled again as he re-appeared at a 10 meters viewing distance from the woman. He took a seat near the red flashing 'Exit' sign at the back of the warehouse, and with a short gesture of his hand, he invited the Witch to come take a seat.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''My Dear Isolde!''</span>The Demon began, wondering if the woman was going to ask about how he knew her name. His facial expression painted a mock-frown on his face. He bit his bottom lip and continued.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''I must say that there were times when you must have felt really, really, terribly bad for your situation. Can you imagine founding the love of your life, an unholy creature, seldom thinking of the future ahead and what it preserved for the both of you, because together you conquered any obstacle in your way. One day, you wake up, and suddenly...''</span>The Demon paused for a moment and closed his cerulean eyes, that one mock-frown still playing on his face. He was doing exactly what any other demon would have done to disarm whoever that summoned them by force, talking their summoners to it, getting under their skin.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''... all that, that you had left of your bond with your Lover, is taken away from you because of the Witch that you are, because your Malachai had a weakness for powerful women like yourself. Ever thought for once, that all that you have left today, is but a chapter of your life that you will never, ever get back but can only seek comfort with when remembering it." </span>Displeasure framed the man's face as he looked at the woman but that facial expression soon faded away as he delighted himself for a moment in the high attractiveness of her shape and form. Awaiting her response and reaction to what he just said or did, he added.<span style="font-style: italic">"I will grant you my name. Asmodai. How can I be of service?"</span>