After watching Yenme fight herself internally a bit more that insipid voice attempted whispering to her once more… Isaik could have moved to forcefully silence that rather malignant infestation of Yenme’s mind, but the eredar proved strong enough to do so on her own, at least temporarily…
Isaik continued listening to Yenme’s mind of her thoughts and her continued desire to not be under Lord Salkeen’s command… The dark creature found it ironic, Lord Salkeen commanded most of not all of the demons or beings of fel… That would be until Yenme… Isaik pondered whether to place her with Skalaz or Yumara, both were a bit different than Lord Salkeen… Skalaz was normally logical and cool minded, but even he is dealing with a minion that only made failure would let his mind and will be known… The creepiest fact of Skalaz was his obsession to create new homunculi and alchemic arcane monsters, if a minion failed a outstandingly amount of times… They could unfortunately find themselves seen as ingredients instead…
Isaik has seen little of Yumara’s style of command as she was rather newer than the others… That being said from what he did see was a caring being, who would protect those minions deemed worthy and exhibit great power to salvage a mission… Hiweber to those she cared little for, they could easily be caught in her line of fire to die horrific deaths, or face the full fury of a powerful otherworldly wild god…
Isaik whispered to Yenme, “If your so sure…” Isaik knee it was time for the signing, with the object of his goal in mind he merely waited for the moment to be at hand until another roadblock was placed in his path…
Quite a nuisance… Isaik has been sure since the beginning of Salkeen’s diplomatic communications with that eredar male from that society, the sisters had been given to him… Perhaps it had been altered with two of their own going rogue… Isaik truly wondered if the society even cared that their name was being brought so low as even after so much fighting and death they sent nothing to clean in their mess… “Unfortunate…” The dark creature hissed, the contract in his hand rolling up and disappearing in a blast of black fog… Perhaps he would attempt the contract later… For now he had other pressing matters…
It wasn’t long before the crystal pulsed a dark shade of purple and a haunting image formed over its black reflections… The crystal was a tether, a means for Isaik to work incredibly long distances from his body and not be needed to travel to such places… The rather solid looking image of a dark skeletal creature appeared hovering over the gem, black fog oozed from the gem and the image in several places…
“Greetings… I see you are in need of freedom from your shackled existence, and are willing to make a deal…” Isaik hissed, this was the being that made all deals in the organization, to donsuch work with him was like making a deal with a old god… “How much is your freedom worth to you?” The image asked, he was willing to be patient, but Varicar knew eventually the alliance would start returning to their posts…