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"Think. Hard." he said sitting back up since she had more to say. "Can you think of any time in recent months where we have directly lied to your face? You shouldn't be able to think of any. Because we always tell the honest truth. Even if it's the truth you don't want to hear. Deceit is only so much fun and after awhile loses its appeal. It lost its fun with you a long time ago dear. We have moved on to watching your expressions as we tell you the most brutal honest truths we have to tell. So far we have been pleased. We don't see why you don't trust our words. We see why you don't trust the person." he remarked. He had tried to tell everything as it was, as he felt, or as he saw it. The last time he deceived her he honestly couldn't recall.

So true despite the fact that you lied to almost anyone on here. To Ziven you have been most truthful this most certainly is a good trait. *he said as her walked near them*

She blushed again, bowing her head, looking at their hands holding each other. Slowly she looked up to him, still blushing with embarrassment. "I .. do not .." she began, looking to him with a stunned expression. "What am I to do?"

"That's something that we probably can't answer." he said with a frown. "We think the first thing you need to do, is figure out for yourself what to actually do. To keep our honesty we won't lie to you. Because if we told you what to do, it would be out of bias. Truth yes, but bias. So you must decide for yourself. Trust your own opinions. As we just said, you're stronger than you let on.". Smiling at her he sat back down and flopped back in the grass to relax continuing to ignore Seisuke since he was still hoping he wasn't really there and was still back at Ziven's house.

He blinked and looked as she dissapeared then he directed his attention to yawg "Why you say you know if her path is most different than yours or are you trying to make her another you?" He said again with a sarcastic tone though he was a bit serious* Now why ignore me instead of replying normally i am not made of concrete or a rock hmmph! * He said before walking of without a response

The bar was too happy of a place right now for Yawgmoth. He decided to wander outside and walked for a bit. Coming to a slight clearing he closed his eyes. Concentrating for a few minutes about five or ten, they flashed opened and started to white out like the whites of his eyes were bleeding into the crimson iris and the pupil. Parts of his face and skin started to flake off and fall onto the ground and with a deafening roar that echoed endlessly around the vast wilderness the ascension completed. Yawgmoth stood now in his most perfect form. The sleek black obsidian skin, the darker colored hair that blended into it and those penetrating white eyes that cut the darkness around him. He felt almost like a human though. Exerting little to no power. For those sensitive to energy it would feel like the most violent and massive candle was burning with an intense heat and then suddenly flickered out just before its big moment. The difference between 99% of his maximum and 100%. Control. Flexing his fingers open and closed he grinned, a white light emitting from his mouth similar to his eyes. It was time to play.

Yawgmoth's large black arms raised up and began waving in fluent motions like he was conducting an orchestra of some kind. An impossibly large amount of darkness and shadows began to swirl and start spiraling into the sky gathering into a large sphere. It started out big, about the size of a small cottage. But it kept growing as more and more shadows pooled into it. Soon it was large enough to eclipse the moon and showed no signs of stopping. The dark titan even began to hum to himself as he commanded the darkness weaving it all around. Soon there wasn't much sky left to cover and the sphere was easily the size of the physical moon itself. It started to shrink however. But it wasn't bleeding anything off, with each compression a wave of force and pressure blasted outward along the sky. Yawgmoth was slowly closing his palms together and with each inch of movement the orb made another compression, pushed another pulsing force out. Soon it was back to being smaller than a cottage but it wasn't done compressing.

It continued this cycle of shrinking and pulsing waves out until it was about the size of a softball and fig snugly in one of his large black hands. Holding it up his white dead eyes stared into it. Then he did something he rarely ever did in this state. He spoke. "My my aren't you beautiful...yes. How best to show off what you can do." he seemed to ponder. "Ahhh yes. I know how. With such power one is able to shape the land. My beautiful creation. Come, shape this land with me." he said speaking in what sounded like two voices talking at once. How strange that when he talked with one voice he spoke in plurals and when talking with two he spoke of himself as a singular entity. There was far more than just power to be had at his maximum.