Liliana, for a seemingly endless amount of hours now, had been wandering around the frantic plane of Innistrad. Honestly, she had seen her fair share of death for the day. It was definitely different from what she remembered, after being on Ravinica for gods knew how long, but nevertheless, it was still dark and miserable, the way she considered most things to her liking. However, the scent of death she usually basked in, was not enough today to amuse her.

She didn't want to admit anything, she didn't have anyone to talk to in the first place. She could have always took Nicol up on his deal. But considering there were four powerful demons, now three, owning her soul, she preferred that over one insane dragon who wanted to rule the Multiverse, and would not stop at anything to accomplish that goal. She knew Nicol better than she knew the demons, but she wouldn't stoop to a position so low as to appear his slave. She'd seen Tezzeret. All she thought of him was an utter disgrace of a Planeswalker.

But despite her slew of thoughts, the scent of death triggering her sense of smell to basically nothing, and the fact that Innistrad had run out of activities at that moment, she could honestly say she missed Jace. Their last encounter, though lacking any passion, romance, or words, made her heart nearly stop. Even startled, snapping at him for bothering her about her own business, giving into emotion in any sort of way but anger and rage, gave Jace a rare experience. And life. He hadn't been killed, though he still felt rage for her, he wasn't sure he could fight her. Not in fear, but something more he really didn't want to admit. And Liliana definitely returned the feeling.

She shifted from a scream, looking ready to curse out whoever interrupted her thinking, until she actually looked up. She saw the disturbing shadow of Nicol, probably searching for her. She let out a distraught snort, knowing he could sense her, but he was flying around as though trying to arouse action. She got up from sitting on a dead tree, muck covering her boots. She sighed with slight disgust as she saw the corpses of the lower class, but made no other thought of them. If Innistrad lacked anything, it was people who could party.

The fog surrounding Liliana Vess gave her a perfect entrance to the observing Nicol as he flew down to see her. He knew she was here, though he had bothered using a small bit of power to locate her. She wasn't pathetic, smaller than him, not his slave, and had bold confidence of herself, even around him. He had taken a small liking to her behavior, and knew that if she ever confirmed his offer, she wouldn't be a fool like any others who disturbed him. She would be, interesting.

"What did you come here for?" came Liliana's voice, still cold and powerful as Nicol remembered it. He failed to keep his interest in, a grin beginning to form, showing his large eye teeth. Shifting his wings slightly, he arched his neck downward to almost taunt the necromancer who had asked him the question. "If I said to ask you again, what would be your response?" he questioned wisely, grinning.

Liliana clenched her fists. "Can't you give me time? You seem awful unsure for a dragon who wants to rule the Multiverse." she hissed. Nicol let out a small laugh. "Isn't that just what you require, dearest Vess? Time? I'm sure if you want out of your contract, then you must be out of time. The clocks are turning on you Vess, and there is nothing you can do about it." he replied. The ruins on Liliana's body started glowing slightly. Dragon or not, he was ticking her off.

"And what you lack is patience to rule. You think I'll help you, when in reality I won't. Now that you've said "if", please tell me what your business is." she said sternly. Nicol, only a fraction of the way, was surprised by her still confidence.

"Well, if it at all pleases you, I am not here to pester you with the offer. I am here to warn you." he replied, moving his neck around her body, settling his head in front of her, only about seven feet away. Liliana immediately cursed from slightly falling over his neck, but then slid back with ease. "Warn me of what?"

she asked, moving her head backwards as though bored. Nicol scowled.

"Of Jace Beleren. He has left, but his travels bring him upon a wrecking plane that won't hold stable long, if at all once he gets there. Zendikar, I believe it's called?" Nicol told her, almost a hint of teasing at the end of his sentence. Liliana turned her head to face him, pulling her arms off of his neck and to her side. "Zendikar? He won't last a day's time there!" she managed to choke out. Nicol nodded at her. "The exact reason I came. Don't think I'm not onto you two, I know you like him." he said, grinning at her displeased face.

Liliana pulled herself over Nicol, and landed on the other side of him. " So that's it? You aren't going to battle me? You just came to talk?" she said, now questioning his presence. The dragon's wings began to move, shifting him into the air, further away from her. He almost flew away, but stopped, turning his head back toward her.

"What awaits you I cannot change, but I can delay it. Good luck on your journies, Vess. And let this be a temporary alliance for our deal." he said. With that, Nicol descended into the black sky, leaving Liliana wondering exactly what he meant. At that point, she was curious, but knew she had to leave to find Jace. She quickly vanished into the woods, where the only witness there was to see it was Sorin Markov.

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