Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-26517142-20160929065510

Circe dropped her gaze. "When that Demon asked me what I had wished for.... it was my chance. And it happened so fast. And before long... it consumed me."

"Dorothea Squall."

Circe froze. Her limbs stiffened. "What are you.... doing... using that... name......?!"

"That name is your contract. Am I correct? Only a few know of your true name. Your name when you were human. And by possessing knowledge of it.... I can temporarily catch your attention. "

"I beseech you...."

Jeiel stretches her hand to her.

"Make a contract with me. You will not die. You, the aspect of Circe's lust, will live on within my consciousness. I name you the limiter of my unknown powers. And in return....

You will tell me about Aryan. And the knowledge of NonaReichen's  Nine Realms. "

Circe's small hands fold. Somehow... her Dorothy nature kicks in.

"Deal?"

"Deal."

The contract sealed, Circe clasps her hands with Jeiel. A spell circle emerges, binding the two in light eternal....

...

And suddenly the only ones were Ercic and Doctor Ibrahim again. "There is something I beg of you to do."