It was a charming night out for Natasa Elisavet. This demonness was out during a crescent moon, and for now she peacefully wondered through some lovely rose bushes. Flowers were one of her favorite things. They always smelled so nice. Certainly she prefers them over the presence of others. Her clothes were loose hanging and she wore a plain pair of jeans. There was only the hint of a smile that curled on her lips. Then the winds changed, she felt her head spinning. Oh shit, no this was the last thing she needed. With a summoning circle prepped on some witches wooden floor she found herself in an old hut that belonged to the hag that was clearly running things. Natasa glances over still on her knees in the circle to see, ugh, an unwelcome sight. A priest of sorts that probably had this witch conjure her up just for him to try and slay. Instantly with that in mind she got to her feet but was still unable to leave the circle. "Let me out hag!" The old woman simply chuckled and kept on going on with her spells and chants. Next thing the demonness knows she feels a burning sensation on her chest right over her heart. At the same time it seems like the priest is going through the same ordeal. That was when it hit her. Fuck, this was a binding spell. "You bitch! No!" Despite her rather rude pleas for the old woman to stop the searing pain in her chest only grew. She pulled down the top of her shirt to find her mark. If the priest were to look at his chest the same mark could be found. Natasa couldn't believe this was happening to her right now.