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Yawgmoth grumbled at the thought though now that he said it. He was right. Sure Aliator and Yawgmoth were like brothers at one point but Ziven hadn't flown off the handle and tried to decimate an entire populous like Yawgmoth had. "As much as I hate to admit it....you make an excellent point. Then why.." then it hit him mid sentence and the dark titan sat back dumbfounded cursing under his breath. "He knows me too well.....he knew...he knew I'd abandon everyone else and tunnel vision on him if I thought he did it. In my rampage I would've believe anyone who admitted to her murder no matter how insane the logic was. He knew...he was being a martyr to stop my beastial wrath from crushing the innocent." Yawgmoth said smirking. Shaking his head he sighed, turns out Ali still knew him like a brother would know his own. "Then that begs the question. If I'm wrong. You talk like you know. Tell me...who did it? Who deserves to be the victim of the storm I have building? Give me a name, a location, whatever you know." he requested hoping Brom would trust he would spare innocent lives where he could. That only the guilty need pay.

Grumping he starred forward "Before you tell us. How did you come to find out this information? Did someone tell you, or did you find it out on your own? Either way won't make too of a difference. I'm just curious. But please, don't let me interrupt your telling me." he said leaning back in the chair. Already his brain was starting to turn gears. As to how he would find the real name, the location of the person who's nickname Brom was hopefully about to tell him. Yawgmoth already knew what he was going to do to the poor fool. A suffering he'd saved for Crow's old treacherous god Slaanesh for killing his unborn child so long long ago. Now it had use again, use to seek the same kind of revenge.

"Fire is light. I control darkness." he responded to his asking whether or not he'd roared the fireplace to life. Yawgmoth's senses struck a cord and he clutched his temples and bent over in pain. Despite the miracle of life, the darkness was still a part of him. It felt like he did, it listened to his every word. Sensing life within her caused it to scream out in his brain to alert him to it. It was too much all at once though. It died down and he blinked his eyes open breathing slowly letting go of his head as he looked over towards the fire to see movement. Shivering. Curled up into a ball instead of lying how Brom left her. She was..alive!? She had to be, that had to be what excited the darkness so much it nearly made his head explode. "Ziven.." he said in a whispering breath not really believing this was real. Resurrection was something that usually took hundreds of years to even learn to cast, and resurrecting ones self was a feat Yawgmoth had only seen a few times in his long life. This was..incredible.

Yawgmoth's eyes blinked for a few moments and he stood up. His hands were shaking. So the gods hadn't betrayed him again huh? He hadn't left himself vulnerable to get crushed again. Moving over to Brom and Ziven the dark titan fell to his knees in front of the fire. "This can't be real..." he replied to Brom in a hoarse tone. "Can I?" he requested concentrating all the darkness around them to dance. Violently. It served one purpose. To expend magical energy, why? So his body would heat up from the exhaustion. Like exercise only with superhuman means. Her hard shivers made him realize that she had in fact roared the fire to gain warmth before anything. He could provide more. If only Brom would dare hand her over.

He just kind of grinned at that response and immediately reeled her close keeping her head closer to Brom. Sitting down his arms and even his tail moved and enveloped her body in a tight hug. He closed his eyes and continued to manipulate the darkness to keep his body active, warming up from work. Though allowing himself small breaks so he didn't start to sweat. Warming her up was nice, sweating all over her probably wouldn't be as romantic he thought. Here was hoping once she was warm enough she was fine. That nothing was damaged, that she was just as she had been.

Yawgmoth's pale white eyes opened slightly looking down at the three of them "What's incredible? Did I miss something?" his twin voices called in soft unison. He smiled down to Ziven though it would be hard to see given his complexion and the darkness moving about the room. He looked back forward and closed his eyes concentrating again. This was working....working towards what he didn't know. But working was all that mattered to him now.

The darkness moved closer to them. Around them as Yawgmoth commanded. Though it got a bit too excited and started to move towards Ziven. The Dark Titan's eyes flashed opened and narrowed. Causing the tendrils of darkness and shadow to slink back. They would feel as cold as death and that was the last thing she needed right now. "Perfect..." he replied back with half a smile.