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"That sounds nice while I wait for Master Yawgmoth"

Takara replied. The master title he put before Yawgmoth's name was more out of respect for the man. Takara very much disagreed with some of Yawgmoth's methods and thoughts but couldn't help but respect someone who was so adept at battle. Upon finally reaching the bar door Takara opened it for her and shyly said.

"After you Miss Ziven"

As her mental radius of feeling increased Ziven would easily be able to pick Yawgmoth up who was not very far from her, standing at a River's edge that ran through the middle of the trees. There was another 'mind' to speak of that she could feel but only for a moment before it just disappeared off the 'map' so to speak. It had the same position as Yawgmoth's signature came from. Her reach out during meditation also put her on the map for Yawgmoth to feel which he did. He turned his head from where he was standing at the river's bank and his crimson eyes watched in her direction. Would she come to him? Or would she stay away? It didn't matter. Yawgmoth felt strange today. His recurring nightmare was just the start. The dream was twisted in that it almost felt real this time. Yawgmoth awoke with what he thought were char marks on his body from the explosion in the dream. They went away and he blamed it only on his mind racing from the dream but that wasn't the first. He had gone to drink a glass of water to calm himself and it had turned into blood before it touched his lips. His reflection kept showing a hideous creature he could not identify and he felt something else was amiss he had just missed out on it or had not noticed it yet. Perhaps he was finally going insane. He chuckled and knelt down by the river bank. Diving his hands in he splashed his face with water but suddenly found that the entire river was running red. Jumping back in surprise from the sudden turning he shook his head with his eyes closed "Get it together Yawgmoth" he said to himself peering his eyes open. The river was normal once again and the water on his face and hands was just that. Water. He sighed and walked to the river's edge peering over the bank to see his reflection. It was normal. Finally his mind stopped playing games. Shaking his head he decided he would see that girl was up to and with that he began walking towards her.

Yawgmoth came closer, into her visual view now if she were to look. His arms crossed over his chest in the same old bored fashion he always hung them in when he was not entertained by something. He held the same expression as he had when the two of them talked the night before. Since his 'perfection' he seemed to be more eeirely calm adding to his already incredible amount of unpredictability. No more crooked smiles or vile grins towards her. His face remained somber and emotionless throughout his words. He held his left hand up at her signaling he meant no harm and was only stopping to say hello. "Why are you out here alone so late? Don't you know things like us are running around?" He asked in the same cold fashion he'd spoken with the night before.

Yawgmoth tilted his head "Then perhaps your bravery was underestimated by us in the past. But no longer. It seems you do possess big enough balls to sit out here alone knowing things like us could swoop out and kill or rape you at moment's notice. Perhaps this 'bravery' is augmented by your ability to vanish. But therein lies the problem little girl. If we wanted we could stop that from happening. We mean you no harm tonight but let us, say, hypothetically we did. What would you do then?" Yawgmoth said arching his eyebrow as he leaned against a tree curious of her response. He had always wondered that thought. No longer did he desire to 'steal' anything from her, that idea had been extinguished for a time but he often wondered when he was around her, what would have happened if he had made the attempt. Perhaps he was about to find out.

Yawgmoth chuckled lightly as thin lines of black started to crack over his face. His left eye lost all color and turned completely white. However, he seemed oblivious to these things going on and only continued to laugh a little before stopping. With a long sigh he shook his head. "And say someone put up a type of dampening field. With no magic what would you do? Scream and run? Or just sit there and take whatever was coming head on? You see, despite us not tormenting you any longer your apparent physical weakness is still an irritation. True strength comes from both magical and physical means. You are only adept at one half of the spectrum so we are aware" he finished with a soft shrug coming up from the tree he leaned against. The cracking black lines continued down his neck mostly on the same side of his face as the eye that whited out. It didn't seem to be affecting him and if it was he certainly didn't seem to care.

Yawgmoth's mouth opened to answer her question, about to say of course he was feeling well. But upon seeing the reflection in the mirror his breath stopped and he looked as if he'd seen the dead. A horrified expression crossed his face. "This can't be real.." Yawgmoth uttered quietly in surprise touching his skin to feel the cracks. He quickly pulled off his shirt only to find that the lines of black were creaking their way down his chest and abs. "What's happening to us!?" he shouted in fear as his right eye whited out matching his left eye. The cracks of black along his body sudden expanded. Covering his smooth tan skin with a thick obsidian black texture. From his back ripped two large wings covered in crimson red blood. The pain caused him to fall upon his hands and knees. While kneeling over in pain two bumps grew from his red hair and just as quickly as the two bumps had formed two sleek jet black horns ripped from them protruding from his forehead. His fingernails turned into an ivory white as they elongated a little sharpening at the end like claws. The lower half of his jaw lowered down a little more causing his mouth to grow bigger. His serpentine forked tongue hung out of his mouth but if Ziven were watching she could see the two forked ends fusing together into one fine pointed end like that of a lizard or an alligator. And finally streaking over his head his hair shaded over with a light gray coloring obscuring the once fiery red strands. The assumed transformation completed with him standing up and roaring into the sky. A roar that sounded as though it came from the bowels of Hell itself. This was no ordinary demonic roar, not the kind Yawgmoth had done before. This was pure demon now. The kind told of in fairy tales. With the roar came a surge of dark power that sent out a pulsing wave that caused the mirror in her hands to shatter. The pale white eyes gazed upon for a moment before the creature finally spoke. It's voice was not similar to Yawgmoth's by any means, it actually sounded more evil, more demonic, more hell bent on violence and bloodshed. "I live...." It said looking itself over. " I live...and what a host I have found. I feel like a God!" The entity said flexing its arms and legs. "And I deem" The creature said pointing one of its clawed black fingers at Ziven. "That you will be my first taste of flesh"