The Void - Yawgmoth's Domain (Read First Post)

[Lord Yawgmoth]

Hidden away behind the curtain of reality lies the primordial darkness. The abyss of creation. Older than the concepts of reality, time, space and the universe lies what came before. The Void. A vast infinite plane of all consuming darkness. Creatures who wield powerful darkness tap into the void for its power, for one particular individual it provides the basis for everything he is, everything he was, and everything he will be. The Dark Realm awaits.

Rules
1) Entrance to the Void cannot be done without an extremely high level of dark or shadow based magic OR being brought personally by Yawgmoth

2) Yawgmoth, as the embodiment of darkness throughout the cosmos, is the current ruler and controller of the Void. Inside the void he is literally god and reality is his plaything. If you want to tail him here to fight him, you're going to lose very quickly.

3) The void is all consuming. It will eat anyone and anything that isn't Yawgmoth or things he has approved to be there. So even if he isn't here, entering will get you killled very quickly

4) Don't say I didn't warn you.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

Carrying the first occupant to the void in a very long time was Yawgmoth with his dark lady. They rose up among a vast array of eternal darkness in all directions. Barely able to see one another's faces until a single sound was heard from her lover's hand. A snap of two fingers. At his whim and fancy, the reality around them twisted and warped to resemble her dungeon, just a bit more dim. "Welcome Dark Lady Crow, to The Void. Our domain. Our power is drawn from here. And here, we are god. More so than any other place. The reality of the darkness around you is our plaything. As a creature of the dark yourself and by our command you will not be harmed by the darkness here. It will listen to you. Though we can't say for certain if you'll be able to bend the reality here as we can. We will certainly teach you how as our affairs together continue. We hope it's to your liking." he smirked sliding a hand through her hair and looking upon her. The only light among them the dim mimicked light of her dungeon and two piercing crimson eyes.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

Her arms hang loosely around his neck as the pair arrived in the sea of darkness. Crow felt a strength here and every thing around her seemed to be a part of her Dark God. At least that was her understanding. She could feel his arms about her, a promise that she was secure. She might as well have been a feather in those powerful arms. There was no question as to why the Dark Lady was drawn to this male. His passion in bed was far better a match to her perversions than any she has had in the past. But sex was only a portion of her desire to make this Titan her own. His raw power, his evil heart and twisted mind. The extant of cruelty that he often went to. He was her match in every way. Her pale violet eyes scanned the darkness watching in wonder as her dungeon arose from nothingness. The very nothingness bent to the snap of his fingers. The light, dim as it were showed his accurate depiction of her home. She had not been aware he had taken such a interest in her unique design as they had been using every inch of her sexual playground for their pleasure. He even had her torture devices which brought a question to her mind. Was this a place they could bring her nemesis to? The thought of Angel's endless cries and screams into the pitch caused the Dark Queen to smile. "Thank you. We approve of your creation for Us." Unclasping her fingers which were around her neck, she used his shoulders to pull herself up towards those glowing eyes to capture the lips of the one who now served as her protector.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

The large man's lips pressed back against her. He thought much of the same. The sex was as good as it could get, to be expected from a succubus such as her, but it was everything else that really drew him to Crow. The non-physical aspects. Her demeanor, her cruelty, her dark desires to torment and inflict hurt and pain in ways he hadn't even dreamed of all while looking like she did. It brought untold thoughts and feelings from deep within to the surface. There would never be another like her, he was sure of that now. And he would make sure to keep her for as long as he could hold on to their wild ride. "Mm we thought you might."

He slid his arm around the back of her and over her arm stepping away towards the mimicry of her bed motioning for her to follow along. "We know you were worried, that we'd fall into that red headed witch's spell. She has your power, and your pull on us is strong. Of this there is no doubt. But what she doesn't have." he said tapping the side of his head and pointing to her own "Is what lies there. No matter what of yours she stole, she will never have those thoughts, she will never be the woman that lies inside that mind that matches our own. She dared to steal from you and to try and steal us from you. We promised you her suffering. We will deliver that promise ten fold now. In your dungeon, in this place, in the grass outside of her own Inn while the patrons watch. We don't care where it happens, we just know we will make it happen together and it will be glorious." his grin split his lips, that sinister wicked smile.

"But first the Lizard. Then Angel. You get what's yours back and then well, we've no doubt you've already thought of several thousand ways to torment her. We can't wait to watch it unfold Crow." Yawgmoth's words rang with a certain pride. Oh all manner of ill intent sure, but pride at his Dark Lady and what horrors she'd unleash on her meddling sister when she got her hands on her. That was why she was his match, that was why there was no one like her.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

Following Yawgmoth, Crow set on the edge of the bed. Her pale hands smoothed over the silken sheets, surprising to her that they felt just like the real thing. "Your will is strong Our Love, forgive your Crow for letting the seeds of doubt grow. You are the reason they refused to take root." Her hand now reached for his face. She traced his features slowly, running her fingers over his lips she replaced them with her own. Slowly parting his lips, her tongue slipped in to caress his in a slow sensual kiss. The Mistress of torment felt the raging passion inside her heart but the power behind the desire had faded drastically. Upon breaking the kiss her hands grasp his own. "We will stay here while you fillet the lizard, then Angel's time will come."  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

Yawgmoth's fingers curled around her hands after the slow deep kiss. It filled him with the kind of determination that meant the big lizard was in trouble. Nothing was going to keep him from coming back to finish what that kiss had started. "And when it does, we will both revel in it." he whispered softly to her standing up to his full height looking down on her with nothing but glee and affection. A twisted sort of glee maybe, but the kind only a girl like Crow could appreciate. "You will be safe here, you will be strong here. The only thing we don't recommend is leaving this mimicry of your dungeon through that door and wandering out into the void itself. Not because we think it will harm you, but because it's very easy to get lost among the infinite blackness. Besides, we think you'd prefer to get some real rest for what is to come both with us and with Angel." he winked slightly.

When she let him go he gave only a firm nod and his form vanished into the darkness. Back to the grounds of the syndicate to confront an overgrown lizard about his own inflated sense of self-importance and value. Ryu might have thought of Yawgmoth as a worthy foe, but the Lord of the Wastes did not share the same opinion. That would be made clear soon enough. With that, the dark lady was left to enjoy her bug and grass free re-creation of her dark dungeon.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

Crow leaned back against the pillow with a weary head. She was tired, he was wise in knowing she needed to rest. Succubus power or not, she would be ready to bed him when he returned covered in the blood and scales of the dragon who had dared to tangle with her warrior of everything evil and wicked. She smirked at the thought of her naked form sticky with the blood of the lizard and the sex that would soon be taking place as they christened her new home made of darkness.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

The Dark Queen raised her head from the pillow of shadows in the bed that he had made for her. She had been restless that night and time seemed to drag on here in the void. Crow had no idea how long she had been there. Perhaps a few hours or a few days. The comfort she did have was that her Beloved had seen to the comforts of her home. The only thing missing where the creatures that slithered in the corners there. She thought of walking outside the door, but she had been warned of the dangers. Crow, having no one to torture or piss off found ways to amuse herself. She began working on her shadow control and Yawgmoth was correct in saying her power would be stronger here. Her power over the shadows and her black heart thrived. Her succubus essence still laid dormant. What would Crow be without that? Her anger grew as did the darkness around her.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

Suddenly in the mimicry of her dungeon, appearing as if from nothing came a pair. Yawgmoth, her dark lord, and Angel with her stolen violet eyes and mock raven hair. He shoved her away from him, towards his Dark Lady and the large bed. "Go ahead, try your tricks here. This is our domain. The only god here is Yawgmoth. Now, we think someone else has a much bigger bone to pick with you." he declared. His crimson eyes looked up from Angel and over to Crow and a sinister grin split his lips. "That took longer than we intended our dear dark beloved. Two imbeciles got in the way of things. We plan on dealing with them at a later time but, this is important. We think you agree yes?" the large man stalked towards Crow. The only reason The Void wasn't already trying to consume Angel is that he granted her permission to be here, as much as it annoyed him to do so. It was for his Dark Lady's benefit of course. If the Void consumed her, would Crow's power go with her? That was a risk he wasn't willing to take.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

The Dark Mistress rose from the bed her beloved had made for her, along with the dungeon that looked identical to her own. Unclear how much time had passed in this realm, if time held any value at all, Crow was bored in his absence. She had used the time wisely and even if she had lost the power of the succubi she gained strength in another area. Upon seeing Angel, Crow's hand raised as well did the shadows around the thief her Dark Lord had brought her. Crow, for perhaps the first time ever, stayed silent. The shadow that looped around her sister's throat did all the speaking for her. Crow tightened her shadow appendage forcing the air to remain trapped in Angel's chest. Tortured images of the crimson haired woman danced through her head but Crow's anger had hit it's peak. Crow was simply going to do what she should have done in the beginning. The Queen of pain was going to end it all at once. Kill the b***h and wash her hands of the ongoing soap opera. There would be others to claim for her bloody games, Angel wasn't worth the games any longer. Looking up into the eyes of her only equal, Crow searched his face for a sign of his concern in what she was about to do. She would have her power returned to her or Angel would take it to the grave.  

[Angel Miasma Omega]

Before Angel knew what had taken place, she found herself in a darkened replica of the dungeon she had just been in. Once her eyes adjusted it was too late. Her hands reached for her throat but there was only shadow tightening there,closing off her air supply. As the pitch softened Angel saw her in all her fury. Crow standing with the look of hatred staring back at her. Angel would have ran, but her legs were frozen in place. She had never seen the darker side of the two sisters look so full of rage. Crow had always targeted her for whatever was wrong in her life or when she was bored for that matter. Angel knew once the temptress got bored she would move on and leave her to heal on her own but this time, Angel feared for her life. She tried to protest but the shadow tightened. Angel's eyes pleaded for sanctuary in the evil eyes of the man who had brought her there to be snuffed out so easily.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

Yawgmoth's head shook slowly back and forth when Crow's gaze fell upon him and he nodded over to Angel which made the shadows of the Void obey and loose themselves from her neck. He explained himself before his Dark Lady got angry with his seemingly merciful decision. "The only reason we haven't let The Void eat her alive already is because you will get your power from her first. We will stand with you without it, but it is rightfully yours. Consider it our gift to you. After you are whole once again, we don't care what you do to her. If you want to let her live and suffer as your plaything while we take over everything she has built, so be it and if you want to cut her throat and watch her bleed at your lovely feet, then it will be so." his voice was strong and firm. "But take back what's yours before you do something you may regret later. The risk of your power dying with her is too great."

The Lord of the Wastes' crimson gaze stayed focused on the two women. In his head he had many ideas for what he'd like to see happen to the red head. Many of them involved her screaming in various ways as he and his dark lady tormented her endlessly, but as he had made perfectly clear Angel was not his business. Not in that sense. He would never kill her, because that honor was Crow's. And if that's what she wanted to do and risk losing her power forever because of her actions he wouldn't stop her. He would just do as he had and advise against it. Free will was the most fundamental thing in the universe to him. Even if it meant people chose the opposite of what he'd prefer, that was the beauty of it at the end of the day.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

Crow looked at her beloved, not that she ever looked for anyone's approval but this God mattered to her. What he thought meant something to her twisted heart and his words were wise. Crow's anger in this case would return to haunt her. Angel would give the power up or she would wish for death. Seething with rage Crow still kept her tongue. With a groan she released the shadows and watched Angel fall to the floor. Pacing, she thought of ways to bleed this flesh bag wanting to insure the pain would intensify over time. As Angel writhed on the floor the Dark Lady approached Yawgmoth forcing her tongue across his lips seeking entrance. Her display of passion didn't mean Crow was calming, it was just a vice to give the redhead a false sense of security. A faint rattling signaled the beginning of her torture as shinning black chains whipped out from the shadows sending their jagged sharp hooks into Angel's body. Pulled taught, spread eagle, the prisoner's blood dripped on the floor and down Crow's face.  

[Angel Miasma Omega]

Angel hit her knees hard, gasping as the fire in her lungs was replaced by the air of this realm. Her hands held her throat as she looked thankfully at the man made Crow see reason. She had been able to bargain with this beast before, perhaps she could do so again. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she rested her chin on them as she watched her sister's fever pace slow. She was kissing Yawgmoth, that meant a reprieve. If she was lucky they would get lost in one another and she would escape. To where, she didn't know because she knew nothing except this place resembled Crow's lair but it was darker and her eyes played tricks on her. Slowly Angel uncoiled just when the sound came from all around her at once. By the time she figured out her fate she was screaming. Her flesh had been torn open and she found herself suspended. The more she fought the more the hooks bit into her. "Please, Crow, I....didn't take your power..." she cried as the chains pulled her tighter. ..."it was given..."  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

He replicated her display of passion be grabbing on to her hips and reeling into his very being. When her tongue finally slid away he stared down at the succubus and then looked up as Angel's blood fell down upon them staining his cheek and at the feeling of the hot liquid sliding over his skin Yawgmoth's lips parted revealing his shimmering sharper teeth and his eyes widened with sadistic glee, a crimson glimmer ran over the iris and he leaned forward and kissed Crow again. The passion was inside every single touch he gave. No one, no one else was ever going to measure up to this woman. The cruelty, the pain she was willing to inflict, it made her more attractive to him than any woman ever would or ever could again.

When they stopped he looked up and laughing with a grim satisfaction questioned "Well if it was given....why don't you give it back..unless you like....this" at the last word he pointed a finger up to her and wiggled it to the side making one of the hooks in her flesh dig in and pull a little harder. Her screams gave him endless joy. All of the shadows in The Void were a part of him, and he would share every piece of him with his Dark Lady. He looked back down to Crow and whispered "When your power is returned, we say we keep her here for awhile. Let her learn who the real boss is around here, you. And when you're done and she's begged for whatever miserable life remains, throw her back on the Syndicate Grounds. Shattered. A broken mess. And let the rest of them see what happens when they stand against you, against us. Only after all of those lands belong to you and every man, woman and child is under your boot heel do you give her the sweet release of death. After..of course, another round in here. How does this please you?"