Father Raphael Fischer stood 5'9" tall and weighed just under 160 Lbs. The priest served the Catholic ministry at Peterskirche (St. Peter's Church) in München for the past thirty years. For any of the residents of the 800-year old city, Father Raphael was a familiar site. At 60 years of age, his short blonde hair was beginning to grey, but something about his appearance gave off an effect of eternal youth.<br/><br/>Father Raphael strode along the dark street wearing a full length 33-buttoned black woolen cassock and exposed white collar. He wore a black winter cap and black leather gloves for warmth and comfort. No, for appearances. The cold did not bother Raphael. His last death afforded him this opportunity to return to München in a different appearance. He was still curious of the gentleman who killed the SS officer he inhabited previously, but would allow that curiosity to simmer a while longer. There was much he wanted to learn about that man; it would wait.<br/><br/>Raphael found a small coffee shop that served various forms of brot late into the evening. Surprisingly enough remained open in the overnight on occasion. Tonight was just such a night. It was within line of sight of Frau Devereaux' residence. Raphael knew the meeting would take place here. He didn't need to be in the room, just close by. He could feel her presence.<br/><br/>The old man entered the cafe and took a seat near the window.  "Ja, vielen dank, mein Freulein," the 60-year old Catholic priest looked up at the young woman. "Kann ich eine tasse cafe, bitte? und vollkornbrot?" [tr.: Yes, many thanks, young lady. Can I have a cup of coffee, please? and corn bread?]<br/><br/>"Ja, herr vater," the waitress was young and pretty with blonde hair and large bosoms. [tr.: Yes, father.]<br/><br/>The waitress stepped behind the bar to fetch the cup of coffee and the corn bread. Several minutes elapsed before she returned. Raphael sipped at the tepid liquid, relishing its flavor. This life was much different than the sinner he occupied previously. The Prussian officer bothered Raphael to a certain degree. He knew the man would spend most of eternity in limbo. For that, he was angry. His anger was controllable. He translated more into pity for the young man's soul, caught in the ethereal plane somewhere on the edge of the abyss and a long way from heaven above. So many decisions the man could have made to save his soul in the afterlife, wrapped up on the present to concern himself about his immortal soul. Such a shame.<br/><br/>A motor vehicle arrived on the street. Father Raphael spotted the red break lights, noting the German automobile stop. The engine was silenced and three people alighted from it. He immediately recognized the German officer as Asmodeus.<span style="font-style: italic">'What was the name he went by?'</span>Raphael thought to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">'Ja, Oberstleutnant Erlind Köhler.'</span><br/><br/>When the Demon arrived with the Polish and Italian officers he confirmed for himself he was in the right place. The Italian was a simple pawn the old demon used for this particular outing. The Polish woman was a curiosity; something about her aura made Raphael feel good about this situation. Within several minutes he did recognize her, but felt it prudent to conceal her identity and to simply wait and watch. Raphael was confident he could trust her. He didn't need to commune with her at the moment. He would wait. Obviously she had a sordid past, but the almighty forgave her penance.<br/><br/>Her presence in this current saga changed the format for Raphael dramatically. He wanted to view her as an ally, but there were too many questions. As a human, she still had the power of free will. He would watch optimistically to see where this situation advanced.<br/><br/>Raphael recognized a fourth figure from the encounter at the convention, advocate Kristoff Axel Jaeger of Berlin. He sensed his evil aura and held him in contempt for now.<span style="font-style: italic">'Another challenge for the forces of good.'</span>Raphael sipped at his coffee; took a bite from the bread.<span style="font-style: italic">'The fallen are coming out in droves this night. For Shame.'</span>Raphael smiled.