Let me know what you think, this is a rather dark fic and isnt near done but heres the first part, the rest of what I have done will be coming soon.
Disclaimer: Evarial, Faeryn, and the rest of their party belong to me, however the others are the property of Blizzard.
The plan was to go and find a weakness in the defense of Icecrown Citadel. The Lich King needed to be stopped at all costs and though there were only ten of them, they had the blessing of their gods for their mission. As they approached the looming spires of the citadel they could only hope that those blessings would be enough. What they found within, the ease with which they took care of their enemies wasnt what they had expected. The undead came but they had expected something stronger, more powerful, than what came at them. Long dead blood and flesh splattered over them as the undead were cut down.
I see you brought me a gift! Now, watch what I do with my present.
The young rogue, Tarenth, let out a cry of surprise before falling silent, the sound of his body falling to the floor the only sound that echoed through the room. Before Evarial, their priestess, had a chance to react she felt the hot spatter of blood across her face. The body of Tarenths mother fell across her sons still form. Valain was standing above them, cold blue eyes locked on the priestess. Blood dripped from her runeblade, falling to the floor with a soft splat. Marcus eyes grew wide, seeing his wife cut down two of their closest companions, he couldnt believe it.
Valain Marcus moved forward, putting himself between Valain and Evarial, What are you doing?
Her eyes narrowed darkly as she drew back her blade, The Lich King orders and I obey.
Valain, no! He shouted. She didnt hesitate, driving her blade forward, through her husband. He gasped, a gurgling sound escaping his lips, I-I love you. He fell against her, his blood spilling over her hands.
Slowly, the death knight stepped back, holding her hands up, staring at the blood of her lost love, Marcus? She dropped to her knees, pulling her blade out quickly, By the light. Her hands shook as she looked him over, Eva, please, cant you do something? She looked up at the priestess.
Her hands glowed with holy light as she kneeled beside him, blood stained her robes but she didnt care, How touching. The Lich Kings voice rang mockingly through the room.
Valain growled softly, her hand wrapping around the hilt of her blade, Show yourself so that I may kill you. She stood, You will not control me!
Eva! Faeryn, her brother, shouted, Get up, we cant help him now. The sound of bone and metal scraping across the floor made her jump.
But Ryn, he
His eyes narrowed slightly at her, Do you see whats coming for us? I need you now! Tamarin is dead; youre all I have left to keep me alive.
She glanced down at her fallen companions then back up at those who were still standing. Slowly she got to her feet, backing away from their corpses. Valain pushed past Faeryn, striding towards the pair of giant skeletons that were making their way forward.
Faeryn growled, Valain, youre going to get yourself killed. He hissed.
She looked back at him, I know and I dont care, Ill take as many of them with me as I can.
Crazy woman. Faeryn hissed, steeling himself for the coming onslaught.
Evarial was struggling. Valain had taken it upon herself to draw the attention of a large group of the smaller skeletons and ghouls, while Faeryn dealt with the two giant skeletons. It put a strain on her healing abilities, having to switch between them, trying to keep both of them in fighting condition. Valain let out a roar of anger and hatred, blood dripping down her face, her left arm had a large gash in it, but she didn't care. The bones and rotting flesh that littered the ground before the death knight was a tribute to her fallen husband.
"Marcus, forgive me." She whispered, falling forward, a hook on a chain through her chest.
The abomination pulled her back toward it. A sickening crack and sucking noise was heard over the sounds of combat as it removed it's hook. Evarial couldn't help but gag, watching as it literally ripped her heart out. Vydan, their shaman, let out a yell, the look on his face one of horror as he ran forward.
The moment she saw her brother running toward the bloated creature Aranais reacted, tossing the first spell that came to mind. The fire blast hit its target as she intended, not thinking of the consequences. Instead of continuing toward her brother it turned its sights on her.
Faeryn cursed, "Stone, get its attention on me!"
The dwarf nodded, firing off a volley of arrows to strike his target. The creature let out a grumble, striding forward on heavy feet, rushing toward Faeryn. With a smooth slash he cut down one of the skeletons, turning his attention toward the coming abomination. Vydan ran after it, dual axes flashing in the dim light. The warrior held his shield up, bracing himself as the hook came at him. It slammed into his shield, forcing him back a bit with a grunt. Vydan was the first to fall, his sister close behind him. Evarial was out of strength, had no power left with which to cast her spells. The abomination fell but more were coming. Stone fell to a ghoul's claws, Illiania got caught in the path of a shadow bolt, the same spells the little gnome employed caused her own death.
Faeryn hissed, deflecting another blow, Eva, run, dont look back!
She shook her head, No, Ryn, I cant, I wont leave you.
He growled softly, eyes narrowed. He shifted the grip on his blade, holding his shield to cover her, Eva, do as I say! I wont lose you. He took in a hiss of air as a blade impacted against his shield.
A deep breath in and she whispered softly, laying her hands on him, glowing with a soft light, Elune give me strength.
The breath he let out was one of relief even though he looked at her angrily. He lashed out at the enemy before him, There isnt time, you have to go, Ill hold them off as long as I can. The laugh that echoed through the room made her blood freeze, No. He hissed, Eva, if you dont leave now I swear he wont be the only one you have to worry about.
She let out a cry as she was grasped from behind. A black metal covered arm pulled her tight to a broad chest, My king wishes your presence.
Faeryn whirled, ignoring the enemy he had been fighting in favor of seeing what happened to his sister. The death knight that held her seemed to do it with ease as she struggled. He growled softly, Release her. He hissed.
He laughed again, holding her firmly with one arm, Surrender and you can face your future master with dignity. He held a blade to her throat when Faeryn refused, Surrender and I wont kill her right now.
His eyes were narrowed darkly, a snarl on his lips as he dropped his sword and shield, I will not let you kill her.
The two elves could feel him smile though his face was completely covered by a dark helmet. He walked past Faeryn, pushing the skeletal creature Faeryn had been fighting to the side, expecting him to follow as he carried the still struggling Evarial. He glanced back at their fallen companions, knowing they would be raised to join the army of the undead. The denizens left them be, so long as Faeryn stayed near to the death knight and his sister. They were taken to a large throne room; the figure seated there was dark and foreboding, his blade leaning against the throne, glowing softly with unholy light. The moment they were before him Evarial was thrown to his feet, the death knight kneeling before his master. Faeryn rushed to her side, helping her up, shielding her with his body. The Lich King laughed at the sight, gazing down at them.
These are the survivors of that botched attempt to get here? Theyve made it further than the others who have come. He got to his feet, blade in hand, and approached the pair of mortals. Faeryn stood tall, keeping Evarial behind him. He showed no fear, You drive yourself to be fearless, is that due to your priestess of a sister or your own strength of will? We shall find out, see how quickly you break. He looked past Faeryn, And you, I have something special in mind for your fate.
The warrior growled, holding her arm, keeping her in reach, You can do what you like with me, leave her alone.
His laugh echoed through the chamber, Your feeble attempt at making demands is amusing. He stood before the pair, bringing Frostmourne to rest at Faeryns throat, We shall see how long you can resist.
Faeryn stood firm, eyes locked on the Lich King, I do not fear you, I do not fear the death Im sure you promise, I will resist you, help will come and when it does you shall be the one who lays broken and dead on the floor of this chamber.
Frostmourne was lowered and he looked at the death knight behind them, Take them to their cell, let them enjoy their last night together.
They were led away, Faeryn keeping Evarial close, Has it been enough time? He asked softly, she had been out of power, out of strength.
I have a bit. She whispered, holding onto his arm, Maybe one or two spells, not enough for us to escape.
He nodded, Its alright, well think of something.
Get in. The cell he motioned to was dark and cold; there was a pile of straw in a corner but nothing else, Someone will come for you later. Evarial could feel him smirk, Prince Taldaram will be pleased with his gift I think. He looked her over before shutting the door and locking it.
She clung to her brother, Ryn, what are we going to do? No one is going to come, our friends are dead.
He held her to his chest, We resist as best we can, we resist and fight, we dont let them have what they want.
She rested her head on his chest, Theyre going to try to break you and I dont know what theyre going to do to me, give me to that prince he mentioned? I dont know.
His eyes closed, his fingers running over her braided hair, Do what you can. He paused, Get some rest, you need your strength. She clung to him, closing her eyes and falling into a fitful sleep.
She dreamed. Dreamed of the past, of her life in Darnassus. Faeryn and her were never apart. Although they followed different paths, they spent every moment they could in the forests. The sound of a struggle and the feel of cold woke her. Her brother was locked in a grapple with what she assumed was the same death knight who had brought them to their cell. He was trying to push him back, keep him away.
You cant protect her, not anymore. He growled softly, shoving him back, slamming him into the wall. Faeryn grunted, pushing himself up into a crouch, eyes narrowed, Come, fight me, I havent come for you, Prince Taldaram wants her prepared, hes looking forward to breaking and corrupting your sister. A cry of rage escaped his lips as he lunged forward, slamming into him, forcing him back out of their cell. He laughed, gripping at him, holding him to him, "Go, get her while I have him." He growled as Faeryn struggled to push him back in his fury.
Evarial backed away, there was a second death knight, a woman who was moving toward her. The woman was dressed in black armor, no helmet covered her features. Pitch black hair was pulled into a severe bun. Her features were harsh, although appearing to be one of the newly minted undead she must have been older when she died.
"I may not be at full strength but I have enough to take you." Evarial hissed, eyes narrowed, moving her hands together, golden light engulfed them, forming between them.
"I suggest you stop casting or someone might get hurt."
She smirked, "Exactly, you will." She thrust her hands forward, the orb of light hitting its target.
The death knight let out a cry of pain as holy fire tore through her, she fell to a knee, glaring at the elf before her, "You'll pay for that." She hissed, pressing herself back to her feet.
"You will not harm her, unless you want to be removed from your position." He glanced at Evarial, slamming her brother into a wall, "Go quietly and I won't break every bone in his body."
Faeryn grunted, ignoring the pain as he fought to get free, to get back to Evarial. The priestess narrowed her eyes but moved forward, "I will go but not with her." She said firmly, moving out of the cell, past the female.
The man holding her brother growled softly, pulling Faeryn away and throwing him back into the cell, slamming the door closed, "Very well, I shall take you myself." He looked at the woman, "As for you, go see if you can find something of worth to do."
She hissed at him, shoving past Evarial, causing her to stumble into the other knight. Evarial looked back at Faeryn who had himself pressed to the bars, panting for breath, "I'll be fine brother." She moved to him, putting her hands on his, "We'll get through this, I promise."
He grasped her hands, squeezing them lightly, "Elune watch over you sister when I cannot." He kissed her cheek.
She nodded, taking a deep breath before moving away, the death knight laughing softly at their display, "We've wasted enough time, don't want to keep your new master waiting." She moved with her head held high, the death knight guiding her away. He took her to a large chamber, surprisingly well appointed. Evarial held her surprise at bay; she certainly hadnt expected a bed, bath, what she considered normal things. Im sure you can clean yourself, theres clothes laid out for you. He paused, I suggest when youre done you wait patiently, the door will be locked. He closed the door, leaving her to her own devices.
Her eyes closed for a moment before she moved toward the bath. A curtain could be drawn around it; hot water was already prepared and waiting for her. Slowly she pulled off her robes, dropping them to the ground before removing her boots and leggings. Carefully she undid her braid, letting her hair fall down her back, the ties falling to the floor with her clothes. Finally she sank into the heat of the water, gasping softly as she was submerged, only her head above the steaming liquid. Carefully she began to bathe, getting blood off her skin, out of her hair. The water was stained red from the dried flakes. Once she was sure she was clean she got out of the tub, drying herself with a nearby cloth before moving to see what had been left out for her to wear. A simple black robe was laid out for her; it hung loosely down to her ankles, was soft against her skin. Slowly she sat down on the edge of the bed, running her fingers through her hair, trying to untangle it.
Did you enjoy your bath? The voice was soft, almost a whisper, causing her to freeze.
She glanced around, trying to see who was speaking, Show yourself. She hissed, eyes narrowed, as she got to her feet.
The laughter that rang through the room made her skin crawl but she held her ground. She jerked away when fingers ran softly across her shoulders, causing her to whirl around. The man before her was slightly taller than her, white hair framed his face, fell down his back. His torso was bare; his lower body covered by the bottom half of a robe. He was pale, even for a Blood Elf, but he was handsome for being dead.
He moved quickly, clasping something cold around her left arm, There, now I believe we can speak as civilized beings, yes?
She glared, looking at what he had done. A runed silver band had been snapped into place around her arm, What did you do? She hissed.
I dont want you calling on your faith, its such a nuisance. He paused, looking her over, I will have to give my thanks to the Lich King for my gift, Im honored to receive such a creature as you, so pure and innocent. He reached up, brushing her hair over her shoulders, I am Prince Taldaram and you, Evarial, priestess of Elune, are now mine. His fingertips ran across her cheek, down her throat before he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her tight to his body, forcing her to form against him.
She let out a gasp of surprise, pushing at him, trying to escape his grasp. He laughed softly, grabbing her wrists with his free hand, forcing them behind her, causing her to arch further. He smirked, leaning down and licking a trail up her throat. A soft groan escaped his lips, nipping lightly at her skin, tasting her.
You fear me. He nuzzled her throat and shoulder, I can taste it even though you dont show it.
She hissed, struggling against him, "Release me, now!"
He laughed, "No, I have great plans for you." His fangs raked down her throat, drawing twin lines of blood in their wake. She jerked and fought as he lapped it up, not seeming to mind her struggles. A cry of rage escaped her lips and she bit him, hard, driving blunt teeth into his shoulder. He took in a hiss of air, a low moan escaped soon after, "Like to play rough?" He questioned softly, forcing her onto the bed, "Good, so do I." He drove his own fangs into her shoulder; blood welling up which he greedily drank down.
The pain only made her bite harder; trying not to squirm beneath him for fear it would tear the wounds wider. She whimpered, trying to kick at him, panic setting in as he pressed himself down between her legs. He pulled back, licking his lips, lapping over the wounds slowly. She panted for breath beneath him, shuddering slightly in fear and revulsion. Pinning her hands above her head he let out a low sound of pleasure as he looked her over.
Her eyes narrowed angrily, his pleasure at her pain bringing up a fount of defiance from deep inside, I will never be broken, I will resist you with my dying breath.
A low chuckle escaped his lips, You will bend, you will break, and you will help the Lich King break your brother to his will.
She shook her head, Never. Her voice came out in a low hiss.
He smirked, jerking her robe off, tearing it in the process, I will have you.
She struggled, jerking trying to get out from under him as he held her with both body and hand. The dark smile never left his face as he reached down and removed his robe, No! She shouted, struggling to free herself, Stop, please stop! Elune give me strength!
He shook his head. Looking thoughtful for a moment he used his magic to bind her hands. His hands ran down her throat, touching lower, caressing her skin, Soft, untouched, and who were you saving yourself for?
His fingers ran over her hips and she growled, Not for you!
He laughed, Mmm, so sorry I have no intention of being gentle for your first time, I guarantee that next time youll enjoy it far more. In one swift motion he buried himself inside her, wringing a scream from her lips, her back bowing, eyes wide from pain. He took in a hiss of air, Amazing. He panted against her ear.
A whimper escaped her lips, tears running down her cheeks, S-Stop.
He smirked darkly, his fingers running through her hair, gripping and twisting it in his fist, making her arch back, bare her throat to him. She sobbed, her bound hands clenching and unclenching, trying to free herself. She attempted to jerk away from his icy hands but the hand in her hair held her fast. His hips created a steady cadence, the sound of flesh against flesh echoed through the room. She sobbed openly, tears streamed down her cheeks. The cold of his tongue ran up her burning cheeks, lapping up her tears. A low, pleased, growl escaped his lips. Her cries making him snap in harder, his hands clenching on her hips tightly, nails biting into her flesh. Just as suddenly as he had entered he stilled, a rather thoughtful look on his face. Her body shook with her sobs and cries. Slowly he pulled out, taking in a hiss of air as he left her warmth. The smell of blood was thick in the air, making him lick his lips in anticipation. Slowly, deliberately, he lowered down, keeping his eyes locked on her face. Slowly, teasingly, he began to lap up the blood that had spilled from the rendering of her innocence. Her eyes grew wide, a scream of despair, of horror escaping her lips as he drank of her. His hands ran over her thighs, nails dragging down over them, leaving marks on her pale skin. He drove his tongue into her, trying to catch every last drop of spilled blood, of the last vestiges of her innocence. He moaned lowly, pulling back once he was sure he hadnt missed any. Her body shook as she sobbed, trying to curl up but he held her firmly by the hips, moving back up over her.
Im not done with you yet, weve only just begun. He snapped back in, freeing her hands at the same time.
Her cry was smothered by her sobs. With her hands finally free she lashed out, clawing at him, her nails digging into his face. Through her pain and anger his reaction confused her. He groaned in ecstasy, his hips thrusting in faster, driving himself in deeper. Her nails bit into his back, trying to push him away, to get him to stop, but her struggles only drove him forward. He panted, gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her.
"You belong to me." He hissed. Her nails dug into his back as she struggled. Each cut she gave him the faster he pounded into her, driving him closer to the edge, Do it again. He ordered, moaning in her ear, Bite me, claw at me, fight me.
She screamed, digging her nails in deep, biting his shoulder. Not caring that he told her to do it, only hoping it would get him away. With a cry of pleasure he came, seating himself deep inside her. His cold hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her still as he emptied himself inside her. Slowly he pulled out, standing slowly to survey his handy work. The moment he was free she began to sob, curling in on herself at the edge of the bed.
A low chuckle escaped his lips, Crying because I left you? His icy fingers ran down her spine, Im sure something can be arranged to sate you. She lurched forward, gagging and retching on the floor, his laughter filling the room at her plight.