A crash of thunder strikes as Zoe's blood hits the parchement, the flash of lightning outside ominous as the lights of the circle's runes flare and go out, the scroll vanishing without a trace. "Very good, Miss Lirlun. Please be kind to Mr. Omega. He is rather... onery. Go into your study with him, make introductions, perhaps show him around a little. He is now bound to your side until the day you release him, or pass on from this world." The demon smiles knowingly, and turns to Omega, speaking to him in the harsh gutteral tongue of Abyssal. "Cousin, you are now pacted to this woman, until she releases you of her own free will, or passes on by natural causes. I may be bound to not harm her willingly, but sure as the hells we live in I can destroy you, so don't do anything terribly rash. Enjoy yourself while you are on Earth. Kill a few mortals that stand in your way. Fuck your pacted woman... She's malleable enough it seems. Just don't cause a fuss that I will have to clean up, do you understand me?" She ends her lecture with a somewhat uncaring glare at the demon, then stands aside so the two may leave.