Isolde opened her mouth to begin the negotiations when she noticed,<br/><br/>“Blood! You are bleeding!” she exclaimed moving closer to the seeping stain that spread across his toga. Instinctively she put her slender white fingers gently on Asmodai. “Did I do this when the table blew up? Let me tend to that.”Her compassion and her professionalism at the forefront. Before he could assent or decline a voice floated through her head.<br/><br/>"Do not allow your desires in the moment interfere with what you truly want , Isolde," The sound while soft, and soothing was a man’s voice. There was authority in it but Isolde could not place who it was or from where it came. She looked sharply at the man/demon under her hand. The voice did not come from him.<br/><br/>To disguise the trembling that overcame her at the voices in her head, she withdrew her hand and wrapped it in the pocket of her apron. Biting her lip, she took a deep breath that had the tang of burnt fish and blew it out in a rush through her nose.<br/><br/>He was saying,<br/>I like you and I strongly believe that you deserve a negotiation if your heart pleases"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." 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. "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.”<br/><br/>She laughed at that, trying to decide if the touch repelled or enticed her.<br/><br/>“I have been burned at the stake twice much good did it do me. But yes, there is a beast in me as in all humankind. I have teetered the line between good and evil since I have been old enough to choose. My family line is divided in this matter. But in my goodness there is a driving force to champion the weak and if I must kill the predators who see the weak as prey then so be it. “<br/>Asmodai continued smoothly,<br/>“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." He pulled his hand away and crossed fingers over his lap, leaning back into the chair.<br/><br/>Isolde felt relieved and bereft when his touch left her skin.  She listened to the rest of his proposal and the stunning task he wanted her to complete in exchange for his help with her cause.<br/><br/>“Our desires are not so far apart,” she agreed, watching him intently. “These are my stipulations.<br/>1.	Your influence over my soul goes no farther than this lifetime<br/>2.	The sales of my soul in no way impacts what soul is left in my soul mate<br/>3.	I do not harm innocents through this bargain<br/>Will you agree to these conditions?<br/>If so, you are agreeing to righting the wrongs for my colleagues and I am agreeing to cut the heart from the most despicable human being on Earth. I am entering into league with you until this mortal life is over. Is this agreed upon?”<br/><br/>While Asmosdai was considering her proposal that soft, soothing masculine voice whispered through her head,<br/><br/>“God loves you, friend.”<br/><br/>Isolde smiled sadly to herself. She had not thought of God as a spiritual entity in some time. She worshiped nature and her temple was the Earth. All of creation spoke to her of Spirit, but God as a caring entity, that was a novel thought. But still, the voice seemed like a beacon of hope.<br/><br/>“Well, Asmodai? What say you?” She insisted, crossing her arms across her chest. “and, will you let me tend to that wound?”