"Then you join Vok'thar at the bottom of this cavern," Jack said flatly. "Make no mistake, Seryth. I don't need your permission. I don't need your cooperation. But having both makes my job easier, and ensures your people survive what's coming."
He gestured at the contracts. "Sign, and you retain your position. Your people follow you, but you follow me. Refuse, and I find someone else to lead the Aurion while your body feeds the Aethrium crystals."
Seryth stared at him for a long moment, her mind clearly racing through options. Finally, her shoulders slumped slightly. She walked to the contracts, picked one up, and read through the terms written in that shifting script.
"I need to sign in blood?" she asked.
"Standard demonic contract protocols," S said helpfully. "Blood binds the magic. Makes it impossible to break without severe consequences."
