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A very negative energy vibe slowly began to leak into the room. The shadows began to come alive, jumping around for their master. A bright flash of shining purple energy and there he was. Sitting in a chair that purposely hid the left side of his body from view. Showing only the right side of his body to the people in the bar. He looked, from the right side, quite well. No bruise marks on his face, none on his shoulders, arm or chest since they were all visible from lack of a shirt upon his body. His one crimson eye turned to look about the room. Yawgmoth refused to speak first however. They would acknowledge the entrance of the Dark King before he acknowledged the existence of the insects. This was how things were to be.

Yawgmoth's smile broadened seeing Ziven's nod. "Surprised to see us so soon? Well we have to say, that large brute put quite the beating on us. Even worse after that was on our homeworld, the demonic entity within tried to kill us and find another host because we were damaged. Needless to say we won the fight. Without a body to control the demon was as vulnerable as every other demon. No more, no less special." Yawgmoth stood from his chair making carefully sure not to show the left side of his body. "But, let's just say, he did not leave without taking a piece of us with him." Yawgmoth said to Ziven, the right side of his mouth had a familiar evil grin. "Here. Why don't you take a look for yourself. Your curiosity must be overwhelming you." Yawgmoth finished finally turning himself to the front to face her. The horror of his face was reason to keep it hidden from view. On the left side of his face most of the flesh was gone showing the skeletal structure underneath. One could even see his teeth and jaw bones from looking at his left cheek or at least, where it used to be. The skin around his left eye socket was also gone showing the white boney under layer. His neck was also missing some pieces though it seemed more in tact than the rest of him. The top of his shoulder was practically gone showing the shoulderblade and the joint where it connected to his arm. Luckily for Ziven or anyone else who would look upon the horror, this was it. His arm and the rest of his left side had all of its pieces. If Ziven were to be observant, or anyone for that matter. They could deduce easily, that the parts of skin that were missing where were the black lined marking from the possession appeared most often and frequently. Perhaps that is what Yawgmoth meant by "taking something with him". "

"Nothing about you seems to surprise me anymore, Mr Yawgmoth." she replied honestly, not actually pleased to see him though she was relieved in the sense that Gix would not come to talk to her about this again.

As he continued talking, she prepared to see something gruesome, she could see the twinkle in his eye and could hear the desire to get a rise out of here from the slow way he introduced the details. Sure enough, the top quadrant of his face, neck and arm had been ripped off, or so it would seem. Pursing her lips together, she did not like looking at the wound but did not want to look away, that would prove without a doubt that his injury bothered her.

An unfamiliar presence entered the bar and she seized the opportunity to look away from Yawgmoth to see this person. With a small nod, she replied to his greeting. "Good evening, stranger." she said softly. With that, blue eyes returned to Yawgmoth, unconvinced that he was finished with his story.

With a small smile, she watched as he seemed to actually take the time to hide the wound. Arching a brow a bit when he asked for approval of sorts, she nodded. "Indeed, a bit." she replied simply.

Yawgmoth's attention shifted to the stranger. "Oh no my good man it is not healed. Merely covered over as one would cover a bed with sheets to make it look better than the matress allows. It will take quite awhile for the skin to grow back and be real. But for the sake of the eyes around the bar we figure we can alleviate the sight of our bones with this simple magic trick." Yawgmoth stated returning himself to the seat he had 'appeared' in upon his entrance.

Gerrick peered his head over the couch, staring at Yawgmoth before ducking back down. That...thing, gave him the creeps, and he felt his hair stand up along his body. Already, the bleeding was leesening, but he was still hurting pretty bad. His hand roamed for anything to cover the open wound since Ziven failed to cover it up after cleaning it. "Miss....do you have a blanket?"

He walked down the stone staircase that lead upstairs and shivered* Brr, it's freezing down here *His eyes soon found DLY* And that would explain it, you've always been one to suck the energy out of a room. *Without waiting for the no doubt smart a** comeback from his past friend and rival he went over to the great fireplace and built up the fire, trying to reheat the room

"Other then the fact I have an open wound the covers my back in the symbol of Khorne....I've had better days being locked away in a closet and not feed for nights..." He coughed a little and groaned, closing his eyes and focusing on the wound. "Now I just wish I knew how to get my powers working......I wish Dad was here....He could tell me now that I follow his path..."