Isolde was stunned. All the air seemed to have been drawn from the room as she watched the scene from a future she had not lived. From the vision she understood several things. She would die again before she found Malachai and that they would be together in the next life. Hope bloomed in her chest.<br/><br/>Demons didn’t offer hope or peace and Isolde had a moment of pause if he was only toying with her to throw her off balance in her thinking. Perhaps he wanted to create despair enough in her to break down her spirit. Seeing Malachai and Isolde in the future was shock enough to almost do that.<br/><br/>Demons lie as naturally as angels fly. One tool of hell was to make people believe that truth is lie and lie is truth. When their work is done many go insane. The first lie he had spoken was to accuse her of selfishness in her desire to help those who were deemed unfit due to the nationality, heritage or difference. Demonic work would make one doubt their own mind, their own motives.  She knew that a deal with this demon for her soul would eventually strip her of her free will.<br/><br/>Isolde couldn’t keep her eyes from the vision. Her heart began to yearn toward the man who was part of her soul. Would this deal strip Malachai of his soul as well? Confusion swirled in her brain until she raised her hands as if to ward off the vision. The vision along with the table and chairs they had been sitting in exploded.<br/>Isolde’s eyebrows went up and she said,<br/><br/>“Oops. My powers are tied to my emotions.” Her voice sounded a bit sheepish but for her it broke the tension.<br/><br/>“Before I sign any deal with you, I want to understand the terms completely.” She said, chin coming up as the mists of the dream cleared from her mind’s eye. “and I want to negotiate conditions.”