<span style="font-style: italic">"...As a nurse, she falls under my purview. Although, I detest your association with this lady, there is not much I can do about it. For now, acceptance is my reluctant position." </span><br/><br/>As the Angel spoke to him, Erlind gave him a small nod and continued listening, eyes lowered to the ground, sometimes shifting them to look towards a few attendees at a medium lengthy range from their position. The Archangel was wise enough to understand that his very close presence was blinding and for Erlind to protect his eyes from the aura, he had to shift his gaze away from Raphael every now and then. He remained quiet though, listening to the terrible news. At another distance from there, his demonic minions clustered behind the mind of one another in the shadows, trying to listen to what the Angel had to say but they could not approach nor could they listen. Erlind had created a protective barrier between these demons and himself as soon as his boots touched the snow.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">" I will get to the point. I am not here to discuss our past, our hatred of one another or any other disagreements we have had. Something terrible has befallen your Isolde. It is imperative that I...no, we find her. I believe the witch, Darcy Krohs has absconded with her. To where, I know not. I entered Isolde's chambers from the ethereal. I felt a disturbance. Just as I was emerging, I found a demon taking Isolde Devereaux away. It was only a quick glance. They were there one minute and gone the next. I felt it important enough to pass this onto you." </span><br/><br/>The news only made his mental state worsen as if the incident itself at the auditorium wasn't enough. Paranoia took over for a short time. He wondered if Isolde did not plan out her kidnapping so that she escapes from his grasp after she sold her soul to him.<span style="font-style: italic">“How is that possible? Darcy... So that skunk in the conference was Her.</span>” Erlind chuckled, disgusted of the idiot and dumb demon he had become. He tried to hide the tremor in the hand that held the cigar but gave up. He squeezed the cigar in his hand, turning it to ashes.<span style="font-style: italic"> “She clouded my mind but it is all my fault... I cannot even sense Isolde's presence anywhere, and this explains why.”</span>The Demon rubbed his face with both hands. All the blood went up into his head.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"The troubling aspect, is I could not detect their location once Frau Krohs lesft with Mademoiselle Devereaux. I assume she took her to the Underworld? I have not since felt her re-emergence in this world, but am watching with vigilance." </span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Miss Devereaux and... We have made a deal and we have signed our pact this evening during the conference.”</span>The Demon communicated to the Archangel the events - in imagery - that occurred from the moment Isolde summoned him into the local warehouse, to the moment he signed the deal with her in his suite. At that point, he strongly believed that it was necessary if the Angel receives an access to every bit of details of the story, even if he was well aware of what could have happened. The Demon somehow made a confession, but a confession that he needed to preserve within Raphael in case something happened to him.<span style="font-style: italic">“So... Darcy could threaten to kill Isolde. She would make her summon me and then, I cannot ignore the call. I am obliged to answer, and she is to me. If she is in the Underworld, then you know more than anyone else that I have no access to it in this form, not until the day this body is old enough to rot. But if she is in this world, Raphael, then I believe there could be a way for me to locate Isolde... Maybe not Darcy but if we find out where Isolde is, then it's a promising start. </span>Erlind paused to collect himself but his mind was raging.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“I cannot even trust my own...”</span>The Demon confessed to the Archangel, absently gazing at the principle building. “But there is someone I can still trust... Kai. He is selfless and heartless. A chaotic maybe, but he despises Witches, and the one we are dealing with is no ordinary Witch... A threat to our kindred.” Erlind made couple steps back and raised his eyes towards the second floor's windows.  An unusual light was flickering inside one particular room. Room 113. He felt that Jewish woman's aura lurking inside that room. What was her name again? Adina, he thought, crossing his fingers together over his chest.<span style="font-style: italic">"Raphael, think about it this way. A collision of good and evil... The most powerful of all. The evil heats up, warms the air. It evaporates anger and a desire for revenge. More hatred rises and it is then when the good rushes to take its place. It creates a certain force. An example would be what we call in physics, a Coriolis force. This mixture of holy and evil would then cause a violent rotation. An eye would then form, much like a Hurricane's. That eye would be our safe portal. Darcy must have left behind something in the crime scene. If we find anything which might have belonged to the Witch, then I can cast a spell that will reveal Isolde's location and secure passage back. She is powerful and if she had had her hands on the Underworld while I was away, then I alone cannot defeat her. We might have to gather if only a group of individuals, a certain balance of good and evil. They should be mentally strong, able to resist... evil... not the evil as mortals know it today, but a greater evil... The Witch and her minions. A balance of good and evil shall rise within this group and the clash we exercise, shall open up the portal. The balance should not be in numbers, but in power.”</span><br/><br/>The Demon locked his eyes on the Archangel and his lips parted to speak something he never thought he would say to Raphael, or any other Angel, or even God.<span style="font-style: italic">“Thank you...” </span>He slightly bowed his head humbly and lowered his eyes a few feet away from Raphael.<span style="font-style: italic">"And as much as you are ready to aid me in this, I shall do the same. I have wanted to destroy this Witch for a long time, mostly for selfish reasons. Today it is different. She dared to mingle in what does not concern her. I am doing it for Isolde as well. I cannot turn my back on her now. Even the dreadful, lamentable, atrocious being that I am, I have no power over those who God had protected. I would try, and try and continue trying, but I find no desire in torturing a woman who sold her soul to protect her own people. And for that, I break this pact and make an end to it. My words are enough to end this curse that I afflicted her with. I am not doing it for God for I am forever condemned... I am doing it for Her."</span>