"Hmmph. A feisty one." The tone in the succubi's was hard as steel, and twice as sharp. "Sit, mortal." The command was backed up with a deathglare and a demonstration of will. "You have come in at a very inopportune time. What you see right now is a demonic familiar. YOUR demonic familiar, in fact. Krissanna will be bound to you through a demon pact. Her life will be bound to yours, both as a protector for you and a magical conduit. Of course, it has its downsides. That command to sit? It was a contest of wills. And frankly, human, your will is lacking. Krissanna here will easily be able to influence you subtly, as well as just take control of you whenever she feels like it. You practically won't be able to resist it. On the plus side, you will have a pool of power with which to draw magic from, and shape spells. Nazhun as asked me to pacted you apprentices so that you may help the town out of its funk. I, for one, am betting against you." Taking a deep breath, Rayne sits down on the comfy chair she was on before. "So, here is where you choose, as every pact is made voluntarily, but not necessarily in full knowledge of.... Either sign here," with a pulling motion of her hand, the pact's scrolled parchment appears, "or, you may leave this tower, return to bed, and wish all of this is a bad dream. Either way, the ends of either choice ends in death." She unrolls the scroll and offers it to Erin.