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Yawgmoth's brain continued to work and he snapped his fingers on his right hand "That's it!" Yawgmoth said jumping up quickly. "Lack, of the only element left" He said clearing out a large floor space in the center of the room. Yawgmoth didn't care who was around, he was about to accomplish something grand. Yawgmoth drug one of his fingernails along his wrists causing him to bleed, slowly at first but more heavily. As his crimson red blood spilled onto the floor Yawgmoth began to glow with a familiar purple light and began to chant words off in his native tongue. Kneeling down as he chanted these words he continually let his blood flow forth and finally slammed his palms onto the floor with one final phyrexian word that meant "rise" and rise something did. A dark port hole seemed to open in the floor before it grew larger and larger. From it sprung a head, a skull more accurately. It was that of a dragon. This skull however was moving, far from dead. Even carried eyeballs within its sockets but no flesh upon its boney face. The bone dragon's head glanced around the room. It was large enough to easily swallow Yawgmoth whole, Ziven would be a snack to it. The head sunk down into the port hole and came up again, only smaller, from the head came a neck, a spinal column more like it. Then the arms, a ribcage, the wing bones, the pelvic bone, legs and finally a long boney tail from the base of its spine. The bone dragon's head was nearly touching the ceiling above which was nearly thirty feet from the floor. Its head looked into the raftor beams before peering down upon Yawgmoth who rubbed the wound on his hand causing it seal with dark energy and heal itself naturally. Yawgmoth gave a broad toothed smile to the creature. "Master Ziragat, we have finally managed to summon you forth to this world."

The Dragon's eyes narrowed upon Yawgmoth "What have you called me for Yawgmoth?" The creature's voice sinister, deep, the voice of death. Yawgmoth held his hand up to stop the creature's next speech before it even got started. "We summoned you to see if we could. That is all. We know you owe us, and we owe you. We figure, we will both pay this debt at the same time. We will give our blood, human sacrifices if you desire, to call you forth to slay our enemies. And in return. You will slay them for us. You are the strongest Dracolich Ziragat. Our powers of Necromancy only extend so far. Summoning you is sure to toll us, but we are well aware your powers will be worth the toll." Yawgmoth said. The dragon seemed displeased and even took a swing at Yawgmoth with one of its mighty claws, this however, was blocked by Yawgmoth's left hand and the dark king gave Ziragat a smile. "We are stronger than you now. You know us so very long ago Master Ziragat. When you were the alpha. That role has changed. We do not want to have to end such a beautiful creation as yourself now. So do not get temperamental with us" Yawgmoth said with a boastful grin. The dragon seemed taken aback by this display and then posed. "If you are so strong, why summon me to fight for you....Why waste my time when you can clearly do the job yourself...?" the dracolich finished. Yawgmoth nodded "An excellent question my friend. Let us explain. There are certain times, when we could give up the energy to fight. But once we finish the foe we are weak. We are vulnerable. We can avoid this by offering our blood, or a sacrifice to summon you instead. With you doing the fighting, we conserve energy. And, it has come to our attention that there are beings who require more than enough effort, some beings we feel, we cannot best. However, these same beings we feel, can be worn down by us, enough for you at full strength to finish, whereas we could not from the wearing of the battle." Yawgmoth explained. Ziragat nodded. "Understood. However, if I agree to these terms Yawgmoth. I will require at least one sacrifice per summon. Have one ready within a day of your calling me in each time. Or I will refuse to show the next time you call. Are we clear?" The dragon said. Yawgmoth just grinned. "Crystal my friend. Crystal.."

Ziragat's head rose up and like a flash his long boney tail snatched Ziven up from behind the bar. Easily able to reach and coil around her waist it pulled her in front of him and held her up to his head. Speaking to Yawgmoth he said "It seems you have prepared in advance" Yawgmoth blinked forgetting she was here. "Well. Not exactly Master Ziragat. You see. We are keeping that one as a pet of sorts. When we are done with her we have no qualms of your eating her for your will. But for now. We request that you drop her. We will have one ready for you tomorrow as per our agreement." Yawgmoth smirked. Ziragat nodded dropping Ziven as Yawgmoth had requested which meant, actually dropping her from some thirty feet in the air towards the ground. "Noon time tomorrow Yawgmoth. Have one ready." Ziragat's body exploded into a puff of purple gas that was sucked up like a vacuum by the portal in the floor which promptly sucked itself up and vanished. Yawgmoth chuckled and was curious to see how Ziven would land.

Yawgmoth looked up and coughed a little. "Well despite our words, You owe us big time. We could've let him eat you. Whatever spells you have are useless. Ziragat is undead. So that spell you supposedly know that kills with your mind is already negated. His powers are great. Greater than ours in some aspects. So how about submitting to our wish now? And then we can let you go and continue to lie to Ziragat about you if need be?" Yawgmoth said with a confidant smug grin.

"Do note my dear, that you have not witnessed the great Ziragat's power either. His powers even we respect. His abilities are greater than Titus' and almost as great as ours. And you know, you stand no chance against either Titus or ourselves. So what chance do you have against another being, that is between those two ranges? None. Is the right answer" Yawgmoth said in a serious tone. "Stop living in the world of pretend. Where your puny knowledge of magic is a weapon. It is not here. Not against the beings that have exceeded boundaries even your dreams cannot comprehend!" he said crossing his arms over his chest. Demeaning her once more. Yawgmoth was half tempted to issue a challenge to her, be thought too cruel of it. If she were to accept, Yawgmoth would be forced to pummel her. And what fun would that be?

Yawgmoth chuckled and walked forward, closer to her. And as his crimson eyes gazed down upon her his arms unfolded from his chest and he spoke "So" with ninja like quickness he actually snuck his hand between her legs and gripped slightly. "Ready to give in yet?" he whispered before backing off taking his hand with him. A devious and evil smile on his face. He eagerly awaited her reaction to his sudden forward feeling. But it was about damn time he'd done something like that. This was going to be amusing.

Yawgmoth tolerated it well, very well at first. Pain was a trick of the mind. One that he had learned to control....to a point. When it got past a certain sensation it hit hard and Yawgmoth's face turned furious. She had pushed the wrong buttons, buttons that caused Yawgmoth's already enormous power to triple, quadruple even. His muscles bulged to the point that his shirt ripped itself in half and the tattered shreds flew from his body. His fingernails elongated and his tail width nearly doubled as the muscle tendons within it inflated and tensed.

Pain..she had caused him pain. No toy ever caused Yawgmoth pain. No weak inferior human had caused Yawgmoth pain. She was the first. And she was going to pay. And pay dearly. Yawgmoth's power peaked and he screamed a feral demonic roar at her before charging. His muscle tension so hard that his initial launch, combined with his standard movement method was every bit of 100 fold faster. He almost got to her barrier before the sound of his roar did. Reaching up into the air he smashed his fists down with a thunderous force. The sher volume of dark mana radiating from every pore was more then enough to send a massive shockwave of the dark energy throughout the barrier. Causing a mana breach, combing the force of the blow the breach would cause the barrier to shatter into figurative pieces. Whereby Ziven was at his mercy. A mercy that right now didn't exist. Yawgmoth's hand snapped forward and caught her by the throat and began to squeeze tightly. Air was instantly cut off and with the inhuman pressure he was applying the bones in her neck were sure to snap if someone or something didn't stop him. As he choaked her he stared into her eyes with his own. They were black. An angry demonic black, a thick black steam rose from the corners of them as if he were burning with hatred in his view. And he spoke. In what sounded like two disembodied voices speaking at once. "No....never is you casting that spell on us again!" the voices spoke in unison. She was lucky however, and before he crushed any windpipes or any bones in her neck he let go. This of course, did not mean she was out of danger as his tail laid itself over her left cheekbone with more than enough force to leave quite a bruise on her face tomorrow, and easily enough to knock her onto the floor. The sher volume of hatred from Yawgmoth's gaze was astounding. He couldn't remember the last time he hated something so much. The only reason he didn't want to kill her yet, because he now wanted to humiliate her, torture her, and THEN kill her. Every sick thought in his head tripled itself and with a maddening laughter he picked her up by the shirt and said. "Your freedom....is non-existent. As of this very moment. You are ours. Forever!" he shouted letting her go. Yawgmoth was done and the raging darkness within him died down and he stepped over her, heading towards the stone stairwell that lead down into Crow's dungeon.

Yawgmoth's sour expression remained long after she departed. "We cannot wait until our next meeting pet. You will never forget it for as long as you live...which luckily for you. Will not be too much longer.." Yawgmoth snorted in frustration and continued his path down the stairwell to the dungeon of Crow.