Espirit could feel her magic building as he listened to the incantation. The diction was difficult to follow even for him, but he understand the meaning. Panic lanced through him. She meant to contain him and make him her pet. He struggled to move his spider legs but to no avail. He was screwed. He was too weak. His full powers were out of his range due to how weak he was. Her containment magic wouldn't have done anything to him had he been at full power. In fact, if he had been at full strength, this would have been a disaster for her. But he wasn't at full power. He growled and pushed himself to his human feet just as the spell hit him.<br/><br/>Espirit cried out as it felt like flames were shooting through his body. While it was painful, he recognized that it was rejuvenating him to an extent. He could also feel the burn as a marking etched itself directly into his back. He was clothed in nothing, but he still couldn't see it. He growled as he listened to what she said. He climbed back to his feet once again. She had not only defeated him, she had made him look pathetically weak. But she had thrown salt into the wound further by imprisoning him. Already he could feel her presence. He could feel himself being pushed to obey her command. It was like a voice was creaming in the back of his mind and driving him absolutely wild.<br/><br/>"Very well Sorceress," Espirt spat, putting as much disdain as possible into his words. "My name is Espirit Elsaria Desboro Granchi Arachnae." Demon names were usually lengthy because they acted as a spell. They could be chained with other magic words and would cause the demon to perform the action almost immediately. Granting someone your full name as a demon was incredibly risky. Especially when a bond was involved. If a bond wasn't involved, it was still dangerous, but there were precautions one could take even if someone knew your full name. But there was no such precaution when you were bonded. "You only defeated me because I was weak from hunger and sleep."<br/><br/>Espirit knew it was infantile, but he was beyond angry at this Sorceress who had the gall to awaken him from his prison only to re-imprison him. Was there truly to be no escape from these wretched people?<br/><br/>The Arachnae looked away from her and closed his eyes. A scarlet aura shrouded his body and his mostly useless spider-legs slowly seemed to melt into his back. Once they were gone he almost looked perfectly normal. But that was due to his human half. He was never usually in his fully powerful mode unless he had to be.