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"If he is going to kill me anyway, I might as well get a few kicks along the way, right?" He smiled, knowing that if Yawgmoth really wanted him dead, he woulden't be sitting here now.

Yawgmoth grumbled some more and finally decided to wake up, there was really no chance for him to sleep with her giggling, and him talking and just the general nuisances that would occur in the bar if he stayed. He yawned and stood up from the couch and slowly ducked back behind the bar. Grabbing the very same red bottle as the night before he pulled the cork off with his teeth and drank a large gulp of it down before sitting it back and plugging the cork back on. Shaking his head lightly he felt a small shiver run down his back from the beverage's more invigorating taste than normal red wine as this bottle hidden under the bar was five percent blood. Giving it the surname 'bloodwine' and making more of a preference for Yawgmoth over the normal red liquid. "We suppose there is no point in trying to sleep with you people around." he muttered aloud hopefully they heard him, if not their loss.

David stood and placed his hand on her right sholder. He slightly closed his wing and 'said', "If anyones blood be spilled on this day, I'll make sure that not a drop is yours."

Blue eyes brightened at this news from Yawgmoth. She looked up at David and smiled brightly before stepping away from him and somewhat in the direction of Yawgmoth. "It is better to be safe than sorry sometimes. What was that you shot just now?" she knew it would take him a while to reply if he would even want to. Turning her attention back to David, she still smiled brightly. "Thank you, David. That means a lot to me. I will do what I can to see the same true for you also."

"Who else has such control over dark energy?" Yawgmoth remarked boredly. Deciding to show off again he opened his hand towards the ceiling. A swirling steam of black energy gathering into his palm and formed a small orb about the size of a regulation baseball that fired itself towards the ceiling. Upon impact the orb exploded coating the ceiling with a black substance that ate away at the wood rapidly eating a hole into the ceiling allowing the moonlight to pierce through.

"Years of creating our own form to things. Lifetimes. Don't think you can learn things so easily. Besides. you're too 'good natured' to get the dark energies to listen to you without corrupting you. We don't recommend you dabble in such things pet" Yawgmoth responded. It was true, beings of 'good' alignments often had trouble controlling the elements of darkness and Yawgmoth knew well sometimes the energy had a mind of its own and would easily turn on someone who couldn't control it. "infecting" them as it were. Corrupting their minds and bodies as it saw fit.

Yawgmoth arched his eyebrow. "Dabble means to meddle in lightly. To get involved with or learn something slightly. And no, it is only a means of shape shifting that we transverse in the liquid form like that. The orbs, any beam energy, and other special tricks we do are usually darkness based energy. Do you remember us rising the dead? That was a specialized form of darkness called Necromancy. Usually forbidden in anything that teaches magic. We are just a natural talent for the dark arts. And so we use that fact that we have absolute control over it to our advantage. We specialized in darkness and nothing else over our many many lifetimes" Yawgmoth explained with a cocky smirk on his face. Yawgmoth decided to demonstrate what he meant by absolute control and decided to mess with Ziven a little. Just by his whims alone, the energies that controlled darkness obeyed him and from the ground behind Ziven rose her shadow. Actually peeling itself off of the floor. The silhouetted figure was still 'attached' to her feet per say but it was free to move around in front of Ziven and stare at her with its eyeless, featureless face. "Never seen your own shadow so closely before have you?"