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Sliding his hands against one another in order to clear the remains of dirt off of them he finished by wiping them on his pants leg like most typical males. Waving his index finger towards her as if telling a child no, he corrected. "Actually, we don't make them. We cannot create zombies per say, we can only re-animate what corpses are already there. Though...we suppose we could in theory kill some poor sap and re-animate him if we wanted to. It's just far less efficient." he said tilting his head to one side. Smirking in her direction he actually answered her question instead of correcting it like the cocky b*****d that he was. "Because my dear, you never asked what we could do. We told you when we had our little game. That even out here, in a place where reality's controller is no one. We are sill far superior to the majority of sentient creatures." he stated with an egotistical smile striding over to her. "There's much more we can do. Perhaps when we're not fighting a war for our very existence. We'll show you sometime."

Yawgmoth would never miss an opportunity to show off for someone, especially for a lady. Looking around to see if anyone was around, his mind felt out for the presence of others. Nope. No one. Perfect. Of course...what he was about to do wouldn't matter if someone showed up to try and kill him. "We'll tell you what. We'll give you a little taste tonight. As a sort of thanks for joining our side despite what we did to you. We'll save the rest for later." he called up to her. "Pay very close attention. As of now we are putting out five perfect of what we are truly capable. It is our relaxed state. You, my dear, get to behold what happens when we give it everything we have. One hundred percent. Enjoy the show." he said slyly taking a step back. While he waited for her to say something or another he began to undo his shirt one button at a time.

As the dark titan threw his black shirt to the ground he stopped and rubbed his forehead in frustration at her comments but laughed all the while. "Not completely. We just like that shirt, we'd hate to rip it." he said winking at her. "If you're that eager to see us nude again you do know all you had to do was ask.". Yawgmoth bent down and gently helped his fit rid themselves of his shiny black boots. Bouncing in place for a moment he began.

The violet colored fire flared around him as it had previously. Going from 5 to 10% didn't yield much change. If Luci was sensitive to those types of energies she'd just feel the small increase. Going from 10 to 25% however did yield some changes. Yawgmoth's muscle mass tightened and increased with the size of the flame. Where before his muscles were just the right size to fit his large frame now they were getting a bit large. Gritting his teeth as the push continued. 30% His body grew just slightly to accommodate the new changes in body shape. He was now even larger and more intimidating than before. 40%, around now if she were too close and too sensitive a nausea sensation would wash over from the overwhelming dark concentration around him. Just as he peaked around 50% his muscles had reached a size where they were grotesquely huge, even for his new larger frame. This was the hard part. Roaring into the sky with a loud demonic cry he pushed onward. The violet fire darkened to a deep purple very very quickly and small jolts of red lightning began to dance across his skin. 60%. At 75% she would begin to notice the most obvious change. His skin was peeling off. Starting on his chest but even on his face. Slowly bits were just falling to the ground revealing an obsidian black skin underneath. The pushes continued making the aura around him more and more concentrated and the pressure on energy sensitive beings greater greater. A final roaring sound came from deep within his chest as the last bits of skin flaked off and his hair began to drain in color along with his eyes. 90%. As the pressure came to a climax it seemed to cease and he actually shrunk in size back down his normal size. Though it was hard to see since his skin was black and it was night, the muscles were tightly bound to his frame and the perfect size which actually made him appear slightly smaller than the form she was used to. The difference between the grotesque hugeness of 99% and the smaller form of his complete power? Control. The pressure in the air subsided along with the fire and his pale white eyes starred at her. "Disappointed?" his solemn voice asked.

Tilting his head to the side at her response he moved. At a speed untraceable, so fast that it would appear as if he was still standing on the graveyard when in fact he was already atop the marble mausoleum bending down looking over her. As the words escaped his obsidian lips his image faded slowly where had once been standing. "We're glad you think so." he responded in the same solemn tone. His large black form sat down next to her on the tomb. Even though he claimed he was pushing out everything he had, even being right next to her felt like nothing. No heavy air, no pressure, nothing to trip her senses. Unless she made contact with him. That would provide the connection needed to feel what he was really putting out. But, it was all under a very tight control instead of raging around in a flashy show. "We think" he mused gently. "If we took you away again. One wrong thrust, one wrong touch and we'd break you in half. Easily." he said turning his head over to her starring at her one good eye with his pale white pupiless orbs.

Actually showing some emotion for the first time since he changed, he laughed. A loud sort of twisted but happy laugh that echoed in the night. Shaking his head back and forth as he watched and listened to her. "Yes. We know. And this is around sitting about. Imagine what we could do to someone in a fight. But." the dark titan said moving his pale blank eyes down to her gloved hands. "For now this will do." he concluded. He definitely didn't mind being at his full potential. It made him feel....alive. So often was it suppressed down to hide himself and his abilities from opponents only to surprise them with it later. It was sort of nice for a change to have it out in the open. "Something you want?" he inquired quirking his brow a little, though it was hard to see any distinct facial features because of his black skin, and well..it was dark ontop of that.

Even though it was doubtful she'd be able to make out his expression, he had one of those smirks that just screamed 'yeah right' on his face after he heard her speak. "After watching all of that, and being this close to us, you have NO requests or questions? We find that incredibly surprised. We pegged you for the curious type. Now don't disappoint us my dear Luci.". Yawgmoth leaned back supporting his body with arms as they stuck out behind him to hold his frame up. His tail hung down with his legs dangling off of the mausoleum swaying gently back and forth. Unfortunately for her, one of his legs swayed a little too close and his black obsidian skin brushed against the fishnet causing their skin to contact. This was both good and bad, good, she could finally feel it like she wanted. Bad because she could also, feel it like she didn't want it. The heavy pressure of his depths of power would make brief contact with his senses, but they would be more than enough to at least cause some shock.

Yawgmoth snickered lightly at her response but scooted just a bit away. "That, was our bad. We didn't mean to touch you without you being ready for it. Be thankful. It was only for a moment." he commented. Hopping down off of the mausoleum Yawgmoth wanted to stretch his muscles, rather, he wanted to kill someone. The back fire of having such a powerful dark presence was the dark desires it heightened. There wasn't a city for miles, though he could make the trip in two seconds if he wanted, he was too...lazy. Not that he'd harm Luci either, not...blatantly anyway.

Cracking his neck from side to side he sighed trying to roll off the pressure of his muscles and the pressure building in the back of his mind. "Hmm? Nothing." he said back to her, his voice returning to that low solemn pitch that it had been before he started laughing and conversing with her. Closing his pale eyes Yawgmoth's mind felt out around them for miles. Trying to sense someone, anyone, it was starting to become less of annoyance and more of a thirst. The warlord part of his brain couldn't bring himself to remain this strung out and not have some violence associated with it. No one, at least, not that he could sense. "Nothing but boredom...." he said again with a sigh. His hands twitched a little, his tail slowly wagged from left to right in a slow hypnotic motion that would entrance a watcher should they stare too long. It was like the pendulum on a clock. "So, we never asked. Even though you didn't mean to call us out here for company, you came here, why?"