I watched as she flashed a predatory grin down upon me, clearly enjoying my simple and immediate answer.

“So, I was free and I wanted to find you and finish what we started.

That was when I went outside and saw your world..." She lifted her arms up and gestured to our surroundings.

“Look at it! It's wonderful is it not? The Lights, the music, the dark desires of all those people down there... I want in."

“You can't stay... You could only stay for a few months before the dark realms pull you back, right?" I was too curious to be afraid. She obviously didn't want me dead. I wanted to find out what she did want.

“Not if I have a warlock to keep me here." She leaned forwards, folding her arms across my bare chest and bringing us almost nose to nose. Then she kissed me.

Our lips locked together in an instant and it took me a while to realise I was kissing her back. The moment that realisation hit me I quickly lifted my arms to encircle her Lower back and squeeze that womanly figure against me. It wasn't long until one of her fingers snaked up between our chins and then over my lips as the kiss broke.

“Do you like that? I've been practicing." She licked her lips to enjoy the taste of our kiss.

“I do. Channa?"

The succubus had returned to settle her eyes shut and began once again to sway gently to the music. My voice snapped her back to reality and she looked down at me with a few blinks of her eyes.

"Oh! Yes, well if I tether myself to your soul then I don't have to return to the dark realms.”

“You want me to make a pact with you?" I had a hard time keeping the astonishment out of my voice. "Channa, those never end well for

Warlocks.”

“That's because all warlocks bind my kin to them against their will. It is very much my will to be your demon. So you don't need to worry about me breaking loose or tricking you." She lightly flicked her index finger across the tip of my nose.

“I just have your word on this?" I didn't want to offend her but demons were notorious for lying about such things. The summoner that entered into a pact always ended up a slave to the demon, not vice-versa.

“That and this." She flicked her hand in the air and a very old piece of parchment appeared from within a small puff of green smoke.

I looked at the contract and my jaw fell open.

Wilfred Tennamont owns Channa the succubus.

That was all. Just six words. Six Little words that changed everything.

It was an unconditional contract. All the power was on my side of the deal. The Nocturne Compendium had several transcribed pacts and it showed how demons used Language to turn things in their favour. A battle to bind a demon was a battle over the words set upon the pact.