Talia listened to the demoness closely, her eye focused on the figure as she spoke. This went against everything she’d been trained to do. Demons were masters of lies and deceptions, they could act a certain way and then on a dime flip. She knew this, she’d experienced it in many a possessed human over the years. Yet here she was considering Vivian’s words as she spoke, feeling sympathy for her. She’d sacrificed herself to eternal damnation to save her family. It was a touching tale and she would not be the first young demon to make such a decision. Many of the ones she’d dealt with over the years had similar stories. They needed the power to protect those that meant the most to them and the easiest way to do so was to make a deal with a demon and become one yourself.<br/><br/>She stood up when the demoness displayed her wrists and approached her. Gently she grabbed her wrists and looked at the shackle impressions on them. Flipping the limb in her hand she searched for some kind of crest, there were covens of witches that practiced ritual demon enslavement. Generally, their crest was engraved somewhere on the shackles once they were fully formed and occasionally. “Hmmm,” she murmured as she looked closely at Vivian’s wrist. “It sounds like the witch was trying to enslave you. A handful of covens practice it.” This explained why she’d done the seance. Demons were hungry when they were pulled out of hell, the women in attendance at the seance had probably meant to be her breakfast.<br/><br/>The redhead backed up again and sat back down allowing Vivian to continue with her pleas. She seemed sincere, there was not even the faintest hint of deception in her face or voice. Most demons didn’t want to go back to hell, especially the young ones. According to the texts, power was all that mattered in hell and the older a demon was the more power they had. Young ones were often used and abused until someone weaker arrived and then they were the victim until another arrived and so on.<br/><br/>So lost in her contemplations as she was she almost missed the fact that Vivian warned her that another summoning was taking place. Shooting up out of her chair she disappeared into the bathroom and quickly changed clothes before grabbing her kit. “Show me then, hurry!” Opening the door she gestured for the demoness to lead her out so they could try and stop another demon from being summoned.<br/><br/>The pair raced downstairs to the garage where she grabbed her trusty motorcycle and slid on, somehow managing to look dignified on it even in a skirt. “On the back, you’ll have to tell me where to go while we’re moving.” It didn’t even occur to her that the demoness was topless or really not dressed for such a vehicle, all that mattered was stopping the summoning before something else got out of hell.