Draiss didn't negotiate long before simply appearing in the negative energy pocket plane, and dissolving it, before grabbing the demilich and lifting it. He snapped his fingers, summoning all the phylacteries it had made and spoke softly, knowing the other demiliches were likely listening. "Your position just became untenable. Either accept or die. I am done negotiating. Drunk on power, you don't seem to understand that unlife is just as fragile and fleeting as life, it just takes a little longer, and it is a little harder, for the Reaper to catch up with you."<br/><br/>The mortals who chose to go he let, before he got to work getting the castles ready for the plane transit. The first demilich Draiss had talked to went first, dropping its castle exactly where the demilich had chosen to reestablish its base, without even knocking dust off the various furnishings or disrupting any of the magic traps. He then moved the undead in to the plane, before resting the rest of the day, his constructs moving in to start clearing out the undead from the region that demilich had controlled, returning the plane to the living. It would likely be a year before that region was done, let alone the other two which were even larger, but it was a start, and the plane was already starting to slowly slide back to a neutrally aligned material plane. The second demilich was equally painless, though he went and sat down in pocket plane, resting there. "So. Wanna do something stupid, or will you just call this a wash and accept the new beginning? That plane has been removed from most portal maps, so you are likely to not have any adventurers come breaking the door in any time soon."<br/><br/>He politely didn't mention the other gods were now likely aware of the dead and ignored plane, and he knew several were already channeling in adventurers to start purging the uncontrolled and marauding hordes.