Seeing a demon in it's real form was always a... fun... experience. For normal humans they didn't have to worry about the full effect because they could only see what the demon let them and normally a demon would want to look as... comfortingly normal as possible. Only sensitives got to see the full effect and it's what drove most sensitives completely insane. Seeing things your mind wasn't really made to comprehend could do not so great things to a person but luckily, Shae had been trained and pushed to see exactly how much she could take and over time her fortitude had grown but she was still human and therefore still had limits. So, when the demon dropped his human form she kept her eyes averted so she only really saw him out of her peripheral... just enough to track his movement... which it, it turned out, was difficult to track.

Maybe it was because he was a sloth demon but his form looked like what she imagined something from a dream standing in the real world might look like... or rather.. a nightmare perhaps. Demonic forms, unless they were lust or pride related, usually weren't very pretty. Shae noted him moving so as to drop the man into the chair rather than the floor and was momentarily taken aback by the thoughtfulness of the action... a demon... thoughtful. You didn't see that happening often. As he 'stepped' into her circle she moved to the side with the salt, "Well, if you're in my head I suppose you'll be able to taste what I taste. I'm sure that will be new for you..."

It was an attempt at distracting herself from the gravity of what she was doing, every contract had it's consequences, in the end it was whether you could live with them or not. She waited as the demon, she supposed she'd have to start calling him by his name at some point, restated their contract and held his hand out over the joining sigil in the center of the circle. She reached out, hesitated only a moment as she reminded herself why she was doing this, and took his 'hand'.

The outer rings of the circle lit with a black fire that reached nearly to the ceiling but burned nothing, the sigil in the middle inner ring lit with a faintly green eerie light and Shae felt a buzz beginning at the base of her skull, moving to a dull roar and grimaced... She knew this wouldn't be pleasant, having to make room in one's consciousness didn't sound like it would be a walk in the park. The roaring gave way to a feeling of... emptiness like part of her brain had just gone dead and she could feel it. She was forced to take a seat despite her pride because if she didn't she was pretty sure passing out while standing up wouldn't end well and she didn't very well plan on planting her face into the floor. "Hurry up," she muttered through clenched teeth. There was room for him now, whatever that might mean... and she shivered as the buzz traveled up and down her spine... found her nerves and traveled from them through the rest of her body.

She recognized the sensation as magic, she felt the sting of it more intensely when she wrote runes directly on her skin so she was somewhat used to it... that being said this was taking quite a bit of willpower to stay conscious through. Probably because her own body didn't know what to do with whatever was being done to it. Because of the racket in her head, the howl of nothingness tinged with magic, she was unaware of whatever was going on outside... It was probably for the best, she was curious by nature and pretty cranky when it came to things lingering about her home and waging personal wars in her neighborhood. She'd have liked to think she'd made a name for herself by now, but then again... angels and demons were both pretty determined beings when it came to their... cause.