"I biddeth thee, Iikuxe'zramerah, come forth into my circle." A frail old man croons in a language rife with power. The smell of ozone floods from the wizard as he casts the last incantation of summoning, soon overpowered by the combined scent of lust, erotic perfume, and complete abject terror. The runes etched into the floor and filled with various oils, salts, and powders glow from the magic coursing through them, a rift in space ripping through the stone floor in the center of the protective binding circle. A woman appears from the rift, pulled upwards like a puppet on invisible strings. With a stretch of her arms and wings, the woman demon summoned purrs with a soft throaty voice.<br/><br/>"Ah, Nazhun. So nice of you to call on me. Looking for a last romp to die for before you shed your mortal coil?" The edges of the succubus's pale blue lips were curled in a predatory grin, hands on her curvy hips. "Silence, creature. This is a matter of importance. A deal to be bargained." The wizard Nazhun still spoke with the language of magic, the metallic aftertaste of raw power lingering in the mouths of all who heard it. "Oh ho! A deal you say. What is it that you wish? Longer life? Children? More power? Money? Fame? Me?" Her secondary set of wings on her head fluttered with excitement. She could use a deal right now... Anything to keep her from going back. She has lived a long time, and made quite a few of the more powerful entities of the Abyss rather upset. Including one greater power, Asmodeus.<br/><br/>Swtiching to the common tongue, Nazhun sighs tiredly and speaks. "The city of Lakeshire is in dire need. I am the last of the Wizards Council, demon. To rectify the issues at hand, my apprentices need to be brought up quickly to fruition. The city does not have the decades for me to spend teaching them proper magics. My wish is for you to summon demons for pacting to my apprentices."<br/>"Demon pacts, hmm? That is within my power. I shall grant your wish, on the condition that I shall be freed to claim desmenes here in this realm, with free access and power, until such a time that my body is slain and I am banished back into the Abyss."<br/><br/>"Tch. You shall not retain full power while here, Iikuxe'zramerah!" Nazhun speaks her true name with all the will he can muster, but the demon just giggles, then strokes the old man's cheek softly with the back of her fingers. The look of surprised horror as the demon caresses his cheek was deliciously amusing to her. "It seems we are on an even bargaining field, Nazhun. You speak my name, but perhaps you cannot hold a scribe so well, anymore? This Heln rune is miscast, wizard. Sloppy, mydear. Very sloppy."<br/><br/>The wizard stammers nervously, seeing now that the rune below where the demon had reached through was still dull and inert, obvious to him now that it was point out to him. "Why have you not tried to kill me, succubus?" With this, she laughs, a soft and amused chuckle. "Because I like you, Nazhun. We have had successful dealings in the past, and I am not one to throw away a good bargain just to kill an old man. Besides, the circle may be flawed, but the Gate is still active, and should I harm you right now, I would be sent back to the Abyss. So the deal as it stands is I provide demons for pacting, and you give me freedom to leave that Hell behind and live here on earth." Frowning at this turn of events, the wizard turns to face away from the succubus. "Not full power. You may only summon creatures here at this circle after I have repaired it, and only while I am present and aware. As long as I am alive and this contract is still valid, you may not bring harm to me or my assistants, unless asked to. These conditions are not negotiable."<br/><br/>The demon holds her hand out towards the rift in the floor, the fabric of reality warping and changing until there is no rift anymore. Instead, in her hands, is a scroll of exquisite craftsmanship made of black stone and red steel, and etched on the steel parchment is the abyssal contract between the demon and the wizard. "Agreed. You know the deal. Sign your name, and bleed for me, sweetness." She holds the scroll open for Nazhun to re-read and verify before signing his name with a fingertip, the magics of the scroll etching his handwriting into the steel, slicing open the pad of his thumb with a nearby dagger, and placing his thumb on the scroll.