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"Sure you didn't." the large man mocked, sarcastic and bitter. "Hmmm? What's that? Worried about her now?" Yawgmoth raised an eyebrow briefly but his gaze narrowed on to her with his next words. "You should have thought of that before trying to poison her you stupid b***h." He spoke calmly, quietly almost. He was going to let Crow rest at least, a few minutes more before he woke her to see what gift he'd brought. But even with his calm and quiet tones the hint of aggression, of sinister intent remained omnipresent with each word.

"And you can save the talk. We don't care if it was you or that nutless coward you were hooking up with, you both conspired we're sure of it. So you're just as guilty as he is and rest assured we'll be after him next when we're done with you. Ahhh correction. When she's done with you. If you think we're going to hog all the fun of your agony you're very much mistaken. You are Crow's b***h now. But don't think that spares you from us Angel. Just because we won't kill you and starve Crow of that right, doesn't mean we won't inflict wonderful pain upon you. So let's see it. Break down, let the mighty proud leader get on her knees and sob and beg and plead for us. Or hold that pretty little chin up high, as high as you can manage so that when you break it falls that much harder." Yawgmoth snarled giving Crow's hand one last caress as he stood back up and marched to her with slow methodical steps. One step at a time, left foot. Thunk as his boots hit the stone floor. Right foot. Thunk as the sound echoed in her chamber. This is what he lived for, the fear in people's eyes as he marched them down. Usually for the kill but as he'd said. That wasn't his right with her. That was his Dark Lady's if she so chose. His right with her was agony. And she'd be all too familiar with it soon.

"You save Crow and we let you leave the dungeon? Is that it?" Yawgmoth questioned stopping his forward march with about five or six steps left to reach her. "We tell you what, that's not our decision. That's hers. If she thinks she'll overcome it on her own...and we don't need you well....we have a few uses for you in mind and we don't think you'll enjoy them one bit. Stay there and tremble. And pray your sister is in a forgiving mood." he sneered turning on his heel and stomping back towards the bed. He sat down on it and put his hand on Crow's face brushing gently to wake his Dark Lady. "Crow, we bring a great gift for you....vengeance." he whispered down in her ears hoping this would be enough to wake the succubus without him having to physically jar her awake or otherwise mess with her.

Pale violet eyes fluttered open at the sound of her Titans voice. A slow smirk crept across her face as she looked upon all the rugged beauty that she had come to love. His scared face brought such character to a well defined face. "Have We slept long?" She started to rise but still felt weakened. "A gift?" For a moment, her brain was foggy. As she reached out to trace his lips with her fingers she remembered and her eyes narrowed. "You have the one who did this to Us?"

Angel trembled when she caught a glimpse of the horror in Yawgmoth's eyes. Within those crimson orbs she saw her death. To say that would be censoring it immensely. The perversion and unadulterated gore he held inside the windows of his blackened soul made her physically ill. Mere seconds seemed to dredge on for hours as she was held captive by his gaze. It took everything the young female had to tear her eyes away. She opted instead to close her eyes and turn her head. The next thing she saw was Crow's cruel expression as she learned it was indeed Angel who had done this to her.

Everyone who stared at Yawgmoth's eyes dead on for longer than a second or two got that same sensation. Dread. Pure unfiltered dread, as if something awful and terrifying had griped their soul. Some saw death, some saw horror but whatever they saw always reflected back that same impending sense of doom. As if something terrible was going to happen to them right then and there but they just didn't know what and why. It was a passive thing, meant to unnerve those he fought before he charged in for the kill. The list of people who could stare him in the face and not get overwhelmed by that sense was a very short list indeed.

The large man didn't reply when Crow mentioned skull ******** the poor woman's corpse, he just grinned with her words. Flashing shimmering white teeth among the darkness of the dungeon, sadistic glee. He motioned for Angel to walk towards them and make the trade. Well "trade" as he had whispered to his dark lady, the red head wasn't going anywhere unless her sister let her. He'd help make sure that was the case one way or another.

"We will not have you ordering us, you request." Her eyes looked over to Yawgmoth, a smirk to form as her remembrance of his words to her when she had ordered him on their first meeting. The fallen succubus did comply however because it was in her best interest. Knowing her Lover was there to watch over the ordeal, Crow closed her eyes and waited for the healing to begin.

Angel eyes remained closed. She had heard what Yawgmoth had said but she couldn't pay him no mind. She had to focus. Her freedom relied on these next few minutes. Her stomach became ill first. It was working, her eyes glazed over and she felt like small pin pricks were taking over her skin. A fire began to build at the Y that connected her legs. It spread over her, circling around her breasts, swarming her with sensations she had only felt during pleasure. She felt her form changing, every flaw she may have had vanished. Angel smirked as the process of healing ended. Turning her head, she looked up at Yawgmoth from behind her new vibrant violet eyes. Like water Angel moved fluidly from Crow climbing onto Yawgmoth's lap. She peered into those vile crimson eyes with lust as her fingers trailed down his bare chest. Angel forced her mouth over his as the essence she has found flowed into him from her touch.