Isera Harvent

As Isera fought to keep control over the corpse, her mind clicked furiously.
Veip hadn't even slowed the creature down. So it wasn't an undead. The corpse definitely was dead, but whatever was controlling it was not. Good to know.
Lige hadn't bound it with runes, but with tendrils, arcing up to invisible strings into the air. Like a puppeteer and his marionette.... She thought. The black stitched runes upon the corpses flesh, glowed with power.
They hadn't seen these kind of runes on the other corpses...but those had been burnt and blackened.
This wasn't really possession either, Isera thought, keeping her face as neutral and concentrated as she could despite the ongoing struggle. It was like fighting a puppet. But where was the puppeteer? That was the real source of this trouble. Isera allowed herself to wonder if in fact, there had been only one puppeteer for this attack. One instigator, with many puppets.
Not enough information yet.

She turned her attention onto the monster again. Voice in rhyme, a playful demeanor, just a bit insane...certainly sounded like a supernatural entity - a demon? Again, slamming into the wall of the unknown.

Carlain wasn't helping now, as the creature taunted him. But it let a few more clues fall. For one, it confirmed that the monster in front of them was not the controller.
What a perilous situation though - should her control waver, or the spell end, Isera and Cerise alike were far too close to this creature for her comfort.
"Cerise, I'm afraid we're going to have a difficult time bargaining with this one." Isera said, as lightly as she could. She kept her gaze fixed on the corpse and her spell and she addressed it.
"Well, in general when we make deals, we like to bargain. She has asked you a few questions that we would like answers to, and we await you to name your price for these things." Isera said, as amicably as she could.

A far-shot gamble to be sure - the creature pretty much just needed to refuse, and they'd be right back where they started, though the clock was ticking. But there was another subtle hunt for information in Isera's words. Demons and Devils loved to make bargains with humans - and always in their favor. With luck perhaps, she could either confirm that is what was pulling the strings, or at least cross it off of the list of things she constantly tried to analyze.