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English they understood. Yawgmoth spoke it, so they had learned it long ago. "What are you doing here flesh bag?" The negator said again, in english, the same raspy metallic hallow voice speaking. "Answer me this time since you can understand...I won't ask again before we start calling dibs on your innards" The other creatures with him began to grind wickedly.

"heh explore huh?" One of the negators leaned in closer towards her "Don't you know curiosity killed the kitten...you certainly have the look of a kitten right now too" The negators snickered amongst each other and were about to close in when a voice came from behind them, same metallic tone only much stronger, dignified. "Enough!" A tall white metallic ugly creature started walking towards them. He was at least a foot taller than Yawgmoth making him at least 7'6''. "I do not recall your name. But I know what you have. Lift up the sleeve on your right arm miss. Show them what lies there. So we can move onto formalities.." The tall white creature said. The three black creatures slunk back away from him but kept their eyes on her.

"See?" The tall white one said, the negators nodded and as quickly as they could scattered into the halls. "I am Gix. High Preator of Phyrexia. Second to The Ineffable Yawgmoth. You, I presume by the marking on your arm, are one of his servents?" The preator stated arching one of his mechanical eyebrows. "What business do you have here on Phyrexia any how? And why are you not with Master Yawgmoth?"

"A pet huh?" Gix's already sinister looking smile widened as she continued "Phyrexia has been overlayed atop the grounds of the Syndicate by Yawgmoth's will and power. Going out those doors will put you safely back on the grounds of the syndicate since that is the way you came in. The mana surrounding your body even now 'remembers'. That is how an overlay effect words. Now, if, for example, you jump out of a window you will land on the 9th Sphere of Phyrexia. Not on the grounds of the Syndicate. Understand? It is quite a complex process. It was made as a quick means for Master Yawgmoth to transverse worlds without the aid of riftstone gates or his planeshifting matrix." The preator finished. Gix blinked a little and knelt down a little to get a better look at her "Do not take this to offense. But why did he pick you for a pet? You are not as beautiful as Queen Crow. And I see nothing out of the ordinary to apart you from being just another 'flesh bag' as we say about you humanoid types."

"I see. You are an innocent then. Master Yawgmoth takes a particular interest in those. He believes they need to be corrupted. And who better than the conquerer of worlds. The Ineffable himself." Gix explained with a light chuckle that still held that metallic tone. "If you have no further business here, Staying is a very bad idea. I do not have the time to watch you like a babysitter and without that mark displaying you WILL be attacked on sight as an intruder. I doubt Yawgmoth has taken his interest in you because of power. So I do not think you will survive a Phyrexian's assault."

The doors would put her back upon the grounds of the RDS. Gix gave a sneer as she left the dimensional rift placing them worlds apart now "I will have to inquire Yawgmoth later..if I too can play his game with that one. Those innocents he picks are so easy to pick at...." Gix laughed at himself and headed down the maze like halls of Yawgmoth's palace to continue his work.

Deep, deep down below the surface of the palace in a hidden section where two hallways split. Screams echoed from one, machines from the other. These were the most secret of rooms inside of Yawgmoth's Palace. One hallway lead to his main torture chamber whereupon his enemies were "interrogated" for information. On the other side, because Yawgmoth had a sick sense of humor, was the medical wing. One side for tearing apart the flesh, one for putting it back together. The medical wing was secret because it housed very valuable cures and structural information about his children. If one of his enemies were to get ahold of the biographical information and physiology of them, they would know how best to dismantle them. However, in the medical wing there sat only seven living creatures. Five high level Birth Priests, the phyrexian equivalent of doctors and healers, Gix, and in a large vat that contained a thick black liquid rested Yawgmoth. A device fitted over his mouth so he could breathe within the liquid. The liquid itself was specially refined phyrexian oil. The essence of life on Phyrexia, so important they had one of the nine spheres entirely devoted to its care and refinement. "Drain the chamber. The fusion of the magical energies is completed. Be ready, he will not be happy" Gix said. The five priests went to various machines about the room and pulled a number of switches and pressed a sequence of buttons. The machine Yawgmoth rested in drained slowly and then blew over him with cool air to further dry the oil and let it absorb into his skin. Lastly the lid opened and the latches around his head that held the breathing device onto his face released. Yawgmoth's eyes slowly opened, thick piercing red as always. He groaned and jerked the mask from his face stepping out of the chamber. He fell over and was caught by Gix who lifted him to his feet. "How do you feel my liege?" Yawgmoth coughed and shook his head pushing Gix off of him to stand on his own. He stretched and flexed his muscles and gave Gix a vile grin. "We feel....god like" He said feeling the powers of the Ur-Dragons swell within him and no longer cause pain. They had properly converged now. Yawgmoth would be the strongest again. He headed upstairs to eat, replenish his strength and return home.