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Guild Reboot---New Beginnings----Same old rules. If you don't know them read the first page.

Yawgmoth had left the bar when Crow did and emerged from her shadow standing in front of where she sat. "You were reckless. We expect that sort of thing from ourselves. We thought you would be more cunning." he stated. He didn't sound disappointed after all, her skin wasn't like his. That hail of bullets would've just bounced off of him and left red marks like being shot with a BB gun. Her strengths were in other areas of combat. "You don't have to tell us, we can already see the fires of revenge burning in your head. But we know next time you'll be more careful won't you?" the Lord of the Wastes mused walking around the large bed. "We hope you're not angry we didn't intervene. It's against our policy to get involved in someone else's fight. Even if that someone is our Dark Lady. Just like we appreciated you not getting involved in our spat with that lizard in the arena." he wanted to make that clear from here on out. Besides, he didn't view Crow as some fragile maiden he had to protect. She was strong, capable, powerful and vexing all in one warped beautiful package. All the things he liked.

"Mm. We think you're a clever girl." he said kicking off his boots and crawling up on to the bed with her. "You won't make that mistake again. Next time, he won't walk away so casually." the Lord of the Wastes remarked putting a hand on her thigh. "Let us heal you properly then." he remarked pulling her closer. There might be some jostling and pain from her cuts but if what he suspected was about to happen happened well, she'd be fine shortly and she was a big girl. Pain wasn't a problem for her, for him, for either of them.

Crow stretched as she woke, her eyes fluttering open. She smiled softly as she felt the titan beneath her breathing as his chest rose and fell. Quietly she crawled out of the bed as not to wake him. Looking over her body she was pleased to see the wounds had all but healed. The faint signs of scaring remained but another night of rampant sex with Her Yawgmoth would fix that. Right now she wanted a drink. She mumbled a dark curse and was covered slightly in moving shadows that kept her from being absolutely naked. Bending down she kissed his lips softly then walked out the door and up to the bar.

The shadows shifted and twisted awaiting the call of their master. They didn't have to wait long as the black masses spun open into a sort of wormhole and from it emerged Yawgmoth with Crow in his large powerful arms. They twisted shut behind him but didn't stop moving, twitching. They quickly amassed by the door and sprouted all manner of vicious tendrils to guard over it. If anything tried to walk in while he made sure his dark lady was stable those tendrils were going to tear them into tiny little pieces.

The Lord of the Wastes sat her down on her massive bed among the black satin sheets and ran his palm through her hair and laid it on her forehead to get a rough feeling for how things were going. "We knew you were stronger than they were." he spoke softly taking his hand off of her for the moment. "Take solace our Dark Lady, know that whoever did this to you will suffer. We will take them on, full force and we will leave them alive just to drag them here to your feet. And together we will weave songs from their screams. They have no idea who they just ******** with." his tone turned angrier as he went on. By the end of his words he was speaking through grit teeth and biting back from shouting and rumbling her walls with his voice. He didn't because it may reflect poorly on him given her current condition. He wasn't mad at Crow, far far from it. He was fueled with rage at who tainted that bottle. The coward. Cowards deserved only one thing in his mind. Death.

"There were a few in the bar. The fleabag eating, a bookworm by the fire. We thought we noted someone else but your beautiful form overtook our attention." Yawgmoth said putting his hand on the back of hers as she touched his chest and letting her settle down into the sheets. He looked down over her. "We meant what we said to. We don't think. We know. There is no one else able to compete with our Dark Lady. If one creature in all the cosmos proved even someone as wicked as us can feel love for another it is you and we only feel that for you. And because of that, because they tried to turn you against us, and because they have stolen your very being from you, they will be made to answer to us." Yawgmoth knelt down by the bed. Most men and women would still be unable to peer properly over her massive bed where the succubus did her work but the massive man was able to see his Crow as clear as day. "Tell us what you need from us to regain your strength and you will have it. If rest is what you require now, we can begin questioning your sisters first. We have a feeling a little family reunion is due.." he grinned wickedly so she'd know he meant ill for her kin.

"By the end of the night you will have both. We'll drag your sister down here by her fiery c**t hair if we have to and she will be yours to torment when you wake. We promise." Yawgmoth put his fingers against the skin of her lips and stood up walking towards the dark wall of her dungeon, sinking in through the shadows like a door. He left the mass of tendrils by her door, in case anyone dared disturb his sleeping dark lady. The hunt was on.