A flash of thunder close to town briefly bathed the chamber in light, despite the very small windows that allowed one to see outside the tower, dazzling the wizard for a brief second. He mentally cursed himself for being so weak. He needed to muster all his strength just to move around without leaning on his quarterstaff, a weakness he wished not to reveal in front of her, though she most likely knew anyhow. When his eyes opened again, their stare shot daggers at the demonic creature. "If not for the city, I'd rather slit my own throat than sign this pact, demon!"<br/><br/>Then, the magus' shoulders dropped and he stepped forward, knowing that Drackson could not cope for much longer. As he read the abyssal graphs that made up the contract. Sure, she could wreak some havoc and brimstone all by herself, but without the power to summon allies and underlings, there was only so much one creature could do. For a moment, he questioned her motives. What was she to do here on the world of mortals, earth as it was referred to by those that travelled between the planes? He would never venture to think he'd know a demon, but wouldn't one of her age and power seek more than a private playground?<br/><br/>Nazhun gritted his teeth as he signed the scroll. An ivory dagger emerged from the folds of his robes, the heft and scabbard beset with rubies. A brief jab, and the blood from his thumb sealed the deal. "Now move back, creature!" the wizard scolded, as his eyes returned to the rune. He grabbed his ink and feather, slowly and very carefully fixing the Heln rune that given Iikuxe'zramerah the leeway to strike a bargain. Minutes ticked away as the old man worked, crouched down on the ground, trying to fix his work while realizing he shared the room with a demon, of all creatures. More minutes ticked away as the man inspected the rest of his earlier work, but did not find any errors. Sweat dropped from the man's temples as he chanted the arcane words to imbue the magic circle once more. This time, if a creature would be summoned inside the circle, he was sure to have control over it.<br/><br/>The man breathed heavy as he completed his work, one hand resting on the ground as he slowly regained his energy. He already had to imbue the circle earlier that night, and the followed summoning of this specific creature had depleted almost all of this old man's energy. While he managed to fix the circle now, it was perhaps too taxing. Nazhun inhaled, got up, and walked towards his staff, still resting against the wall next to the entrance. He almost fell, but managed to grab the stick just in time to keep his balance upright. "Tch. The circle has been repaired. Your demon spawn won't be as lucky as you, creature! Time for your end of the bargian! Summon five lesser demons to assist my five apprentices!" Leaning heavily on the quarterstaff, the magus watched the abyssal creature, Forsaking this day, where he did not allow one, but six of these creatures to walk over earth with their filthy paws.