With a shrug and a smile, Rayne steps out of the circle, allowing the old man to repair the binding rune. Closing her eyes, and taking a deep breath, inhaling that exotic smell her kind emits, the demon wraps the fabric of reality around herself. Her wings shrivel into her back and head, pale cyan hair changing to a light brown in a wave from root to tip, weaving itself into an intricate elven braid. A ruffle of cloth whips Nazhun's head around to face her as he picks up on her spellcasting, her abjuration transmuting the very air itself around her into finely woven silks, rich deep blue and stark white, sewing itself into a dress fit for royalty. A quick exhale passes her magically applied lipcolour as a white satin corset suddenly laces itself around her midsection, blue lace fleur-de-lys winding around on the open panels. As she opens her eyes to smile at the old man, blue silk slippers fit quietly onto her feet. "I imagine that you do not want the people downstairs knowing what I am... yet. I assume that they are your apprentices?" A quick glare is stabbed in her direction as Nazhun responds grumpily. "Do not presume to know what is happening, foul beast. The guard captain is with the apprentices with several of the town guards, waiting for me to call them up to slay you." Rayne makes a show of examining her newly manicured nails in the flash of a lightning strike. "Amusing as that sounds, you have a contract you wish me to fulfill. Conjuration is not my specialty, dear. They will need to be brought up one at a time to meet their pacted companion." He scowls, and stands up, his back popping loudly on the way, forcing him to lean more on his staff. "Get on with it, demon. I will send for the first after I have witnessed you holding up the bargain."<br/><br/>Holding her hands out towards the circle, crackles of crimson lightning sparking from her fingertips as she channels the raw power of magic. "Erynin Saiew Malach Ne, Feloeh Zuretcha... Cantye Korros!" She hisses out the arcane words, her voice reverberating as if echoing eerily. The runes glow and spark as the rift opens in the center of the circle, once again as the succubus pulls another demon from the Abyss. "Arise, Omega. You have been brought forth on contract, pacted to a wizard's apprentice." Nazhun quietly interrupts, satisfied that the succubus is holding her end of the bargain, walking towards the door."Glamour the creature, so it does not frighten the apprentice! I will fetch the first of them." She grins mischieviously. "Glamour you say? Well...", the demon waits until he is out of earshot, "... let us have a bit of fun, shall we? How would you like to be a human for a while, hmm?" With that, she pulls forth colors from the candlelight in the room, wrapping the light around the shadowy figure within the circle.<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">                                                                                                                                                     </span></div><br/>Slowly, the old man walks down the spiral staircase that leads from the tower into the anteroom where Drackson and the apprentices are waiting. "Zoe. Come up into the tower. There is a woman there. Sign the contract she offers you, but promise her nothing. You will all be contracted tonight. The next of you will be called up soon enough."