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It was rare for Yawgmoth to show any emotions beyond sadistic playfulness or rage but Crow always managed to bring out something more each time they were together. Passion was the emotion she'd brought out tonight with her spell, her kiss, the rhythm of dancing with her. The Lord of the Wastes was typically not as vulnerable to allure of creatures like vampires or succubi but as was the case with his dark lady, something about her was like a drug to a man like him. "Wherever, whenever, for whatever. We will always join you." the large man whispered back down to her. He was slightly amused by the difference in their height. She was much shorter than him as was well practically everyone save a few outlying people. He waited for her to take her lead and he would follow for whatever fun she had planned. Admittedly since the common tongue wasn't his first language he wasn't sure what she meant by take a pull from her black bottle. If it that was cutesy euphemism for something naughty well, he supposed he'd find out what soon enough.

Kumouri would eventually return from the kitchen with a large plate of food. He'd leave a payment at the bar counter before moving to a table to sit and eat.

Kumouri noticed the newcomer but saw he wanted to be by himself so he too kept to himself. Watching the rest of the bar while he ate his dinner.

The scent of the blood hit Yawgmoth's nose and it wrinkled slightly. "While we're sure your intentions are most devious and pure, we don't partake in the blood of beasts. Only the blood of men." he whispered. "But for you, we will make an exception." the large man's voice called to her and he tipped the bottle to his lips taking a large gulp. The blood of such a creature was sacred in some cultures. So he appreciated the gesture more than she might realize even if he'd prefer to gorge himself on humanoid victims. His tongue flashed out over his lips and teeth clearing them of the deep stains and he grinned at her. "This is a position we could get used to you know." he spoke softly looking down over her soft and pleasing form.

The bottle shattered as the large man sneered slightly. Someone tampered with the bottle to get at Crow. If his biology worked anywhere near what they might have expected he'd be in serious trouble too. Crimson eyes shifted taking in the scene and what he needed to do. First, void his stomach just in case they had planned for his alien DNA structure and metabolism. He turned his head to the side of the throne and threw up a large sickening pile of black oil like liquid on to the floor. The floor hissed as it tried to burn and erode the floorboards as his darkness was want to do but in such low concentration from a simple vomit it wasn't going to do much. He quickly turned back to Crow and grabbed her wrists with his hands and tried to get his tail around her ankles. He needed to stop her from hurting herself first and foremost. What had they laced it with? That was the big question in his mind now. If he knew what she was going through and what kind of poison they'd tried to slip her he might be able to counteract such things or know best how to wait it out. He didn't have that luxury now. His face was twisted in a sneer, rage. When he found out who did that and tried to harm his Dark Lady they were going to pay very dearly.

"We didn't do this to you. Someone tainted that bottle of blood. Someone who knows where you hide it. We'll skin them for you later. Calm down. No one owns you. Not them, not us." Yawgmoth's voice was deep and powerful as he spoke down to her. Yelling almost but whatever was in that bottle was clearly affecting her brain and he thought the best way to get through to her was to be louder, more powerful than the images or hallucinations or whatever it is she was going through. Her twisting and wiggling made it tough and while he was physically stronger than she was Crow was no demur little girl who couldn't handle herself. She was just as deadly as him. But still, keeping her from self harm was the top priority. She could blame him now if he wanted to. She'd understand once things wore off, if they wore off and she didn't just die from some kind of poison they'd put in it. The large man scanned the room quickly trying to think of some way to flush out whatever was done but it had already taken effect. He had a feeling if they had just poisoned her, she'd be dying soon and there wasn't a lot he could do about that. His powers didn't lend themselves to healing.

"You aren't our slave." the Lord of the Wastes grunted down as he continued to have to pin her to keep her from harming herself to be 'free' and to prevent her from trying to harm him and making him use force to put her down. He wanted to comment on her confession of love but figured actions were louder and didn't care if she injured him. He forced a kiss onto her quickly and said "We don't think, we know we love you as our equal, our dark lady. Now you're stronger than whatever they did to you, we believe that. Somehow you'll realize this yourself." his tone went from commanding and yelling to softer speech, above a whisper. As a final show of good faith to help her hopefully start getting a grip on things he let go of her. He sat ready to snatch back on if she started harming herself again. At this point he didn't care if she harmed him or attacked him. He was eternal, he was powerful, he was Yawgmoth. The Lord of the Wastes. The Black Devil. A thousand other names. He would survive somehow. He always did.

Yawgmoth stood up from the chair but didn't walk towards her. "It's in your head. Nothing is around your throat but reminders of what we've done with one another." he assured. Specifically any hickies, bite marks, scrapes whatever rough and naughty things the two of them had engaged in were all that tainted her otherwise fair and perfect skin. "Close your eyes. Calm your mind. Focus." he suggested. He quickly eyeballed where he'd thrown up the dark pile of liquid as the floor had stopped hissing and burning from it trying to corrode away the atomic bonds. The large man's gaze shifted back to her. "Take a deep breath. Remember who you are. Crow. Remember what you are. Our equal. And remember what you're not. Our property." his stern tone returned somewhat as if he were demanding that she know what he knew. It was difficult to try and get through to her but well, he had to try. In the back of his mind he knew exactly who he was going to talk to first. Her red headed c**t of a sister and all of her sisters were going to have a face to face meeting with Yawgmoth and not a pleasant one if he could help it.