Hero of Darkness-Revival
Author: John Bone

I don't own World of Warcraft or any of its related 's all Blizzard Entertainment. The names of select characters are my only property.

This is my very first story and hopefully not my last. please R&R i will upload more chapters according to the reviews once every 2 days (constructive criticism is preferred)

This is a little one shot of a separate battle in the Plaguelands. Takes place AFTER The Battle of Light's Hope. Added a lost portion of the story that explains Barbara's state and a little friendly argument.

Zeleos Bloodspiller sat diligently on his Deathcharger horse as the undead armies of "The Scourge" rallied to put an end to the anti-scourge faction of the Argent Dawn. His cold blue eyes struck fear to all who gazed into them. Even the undead army he commanded kept its distance from him for he had a score to settle with an old friend. "Lightbearer…" He muttered. His voice cold, distorted, and emotionless, he was ready to kill even the High Priestess of The Dawn in the name of the Lich King. "No mercy, no remorse, take no prisoners, kill them all." whispered the voice of his king in his mind. Within the abandoned town of Darrowshire, High Priestess Barbara Lightbearer readied her battle raiment and war staff. Her officers followed suit preparing for the battle at hand. Yoan sharpening his zweihander, Jonathan coating his blades with deadly poisons, Luceliis focusing the fire and shadow magic's to full power along side Chelisa who was focusing her frost magic's. Three hundred other men and women, soldiers of The Argent Dawn, waited patiently for the battle to come. Luceliis broke the drowning silence that consumed them. "Any idea who's leading the assault?" she asked. Yoan looked up from his sharpening and spoke. "I heard he was trained by Arthas himself…" he said. "Don't need to know much else about him except that." Luceliis sighed. "If only bossman was still with us right now…" she mumbled. "He IS still with us Luci" said Chelisa. "Remember what we are fighting for. We win here, we win the war."

The booming voice of Zeleos echoed throughout the "Plaguelands" as they were rightfully known as. His mind was set and his rune blade at the ready. An uneasy energy emanated from the town's chapel that told the death knight to run away, but he dismissed it and ordered the attack. "The time as come to destroy the Argent Dawn..."

The Sounds of death and war resonated throughout the chapel grounds as the living clashed, sword in hand, with the damned. With only three hundred souls to sacrifice, against over ten thousand undead solders, Barbara's hopes of victory were waning quickly. Her men were dying faster than she could mend them, and her officers began to struggle with so many soldiers attacking them at once. Slowly, the remaining five defending the town pulled back to the town chapel entrance and held their ground. Tired, wounded, and fatigued, they knew what will be the outcome of this slaughter. Right as they were about to be consumed by the remaining undead forces, the bone chilling voice of the scourge commander resonated throughout the battlefield. In response, the undead held their ground and made way for their commander to approach the remaining soldiers of the Argent Dawn. Zeleos dismounted from his Deathcharger and stood face to face with the last five living fighters. Barbara and the others couldn't help but feel a little suspicious about the commander, but stood in utter shock at the sight before them. They stared menacingly but curious at the embodiment of a monster, a fallen champion of the living. Yet little did they know that fate dealt them a dark hand.

A tear ran down the cheek of Luceliis. She was the one who was mainly responsible for their own commander's life falling in the hands of this same knight. "I challenge the five of you to a duel." He offered his voice distorted and emotionless. They all looked at each other, then at him. "You may be "blessed" by the Lich King death knight, but you can't win alone." responded Barbara. Zeleos had a wicked grin on his face hidden by his hooded helm. His eyes lit up their deathly cold blue hue he was known for within his army. "Try me" He said, setting his rune blade to the ready. Anger, fear, hate, and sorrow, began to build up in Luceliis. "You killed one of my most trusted friends… and desecrated his body as he died protecting me....." she said her body trembling slightly as she built up these emotions and began to channel dark energies in her hands. "You will pay for what you've done!!!" she yelled. Zeleos only smiled his sinister grin. "Get in line… Luci doll" he responded.

"Don't you dare call me that!!!!" she boomed. Tears began to pour down Luceliis' cheeks as her anger hit the breaking point. She unleashed a massive ball of dark energy at the Death knight sending him soaring backwards and crashing into some of his troops. Luceliis entered the ring created by the undead soldiers. Barbara and the others just held their ground and watched the fight unfold. "Shouldn't we help her?" questioned Chelisa. "No." responded Barbara. "This is her fight." Zeleos recovered from Luceliis' attack and returned to his ready stance. Luceliis chanted a short spell and slammed her hand in the ground creating a black rift. From the rift another hand clamped with hers and Luceliis pulled back lifting with all her strength a female demon. The demon, a succubus, had only a chain mail corset and matching thong leaving practically nothing to the imagination. Her soft pink skin glistened even in the eerie evening sun. Her eyes lit a pale blue that could hypnotize even the most stoic of mortal men. She carried with her a long serrated whip with the tip looking like a cat-of-nine-tails coiled around her hand. "You called mistress?" she asked in a sultry tone. "Its show time Fierora" responded Luceliis. "Let's have some fun" returned the demon. Luceliis opened up her attack with a volley of curses and life degenerating spells. Darodd quickly countered by casting a green energy shield around him. He smiled as each spell was absorbed by the shield. Luceliis then ordered her demonic companion to open up her attack. The demon unwounded her whip and lashed out at the death knight. Zeleos evaded the whiplash and in turn sprinkled a strange white powder on the ground and chanted in a strange language. From the ground that he sprinkled the powder on, a ghoul sprang out and leaped to clash with the demon. Both minions fought mercilessly but it seemed that the ghoul had the upper hand. "Shadow Embrace!" yelled the struggling demon. Luceliis nodded and began to channel her energies. Zeleos knew what she was doing and charged at full speed toward the warlock. He fired a bolt of greenish black energy from his blade to prevent her spell from completing. But Luceliis only absorbed it as her dark magic's circulated around her. "Fierora now!" she yelled back at her demon partner. Fierora retracted her whip and kicked off the ghoul with both feet sending her head first toward Luceliis. She wrapped her arms around her mistress and caused the circulating magic's to erupt. Zeleos backed up from the violent explosion and set his rune blade in front of him.

Luceliis appeared from the flash of dark energy. A bright purple aura surrounded the young, angry, warlock. "My turn…" She hissed. She began to bombard Zeleos with bolts of darkness and blasts of fire. Zeleos took hit after hit as the warlock unleashed her attack at him. Slowly he closed in on Luceliis as more shadow bolts and fire blasts bombarded him." I grow weary of this"He hissed. Darodd then swiped his rune blade with a plague infused strike across the warlock's chest and sheathed his blade.

Luceliis froze from the attack and slowly her knees buckled as she lost control of her Shadow Embrace and passed out as blood began to seep from her wound. Zeleos approached the downed caster and set his rune blade to deliver the final blow. "Time to die Luci Doll" He mocked. Luceliis mustered what strength she could and slammed her last shadow bolt in Zeleos' face. His helm flew off while he reeled his head back from the blast. Barbara and the three other officers looked on in shock at the face of the scourge commander. Darodd "The Stonewall" McGrath stood with killer intent in his cold blue eyes. The other four could do nothing but charge in with Yoan in the front and ambush the death knight. Darodd responded by playing the parry dance with Jonathan and Yoan while Chelisa fired bolts of frost magic at him. They all knew who the Death knight was, but were forced to keep themselves from breaking into a torrent of tears and wailing cries. Barbara tried to run to the now unconscious Luceliis and mend her with holy magic, but she was stopped by undead soldiers and in turn, blocked Luceliis from her view. "Time to die, old friends." hissed the death knight. He proceeded to sever Yoan's left leg off with a blood infused strike and continued to then strangle Chelisa in a death grip crushing her jugular, and tossing her limp body toward Luceliis who now sat up and clutched her wounded chest to stop her bleeding. Jonathan felt his heart race and clenched his gloved hands around the hilt of his twin blades. He let out an adrenaline fueled roar and attacked the death knight in a flurry of attacks. Darodd set himself on the defensive dodging and blocking as many attack as he could. Each strike that connected on Darodd fueled Jonathan's adrenaline rush further and thus increased the ferocity of his attacks. Darodd kept his murderous calm and bided his time as each clash of steel began to take its toll on the young rogue. "Fun's over" He boomed. He then proceeded to sever the young rogue's right arm taking hold of the blade dropped from his hand and plummeted Jonathan's own sword into his chest. Darodd began to walk away from the stunned rogue but then with a swift kick, sent the blade through the rogue's chest sending him to the ground. Blood freely flowed from Jonathan as it pooled around him.

"It is over priestess." He told Barbara. "Your Holy Light has abandoned you and your allies. Surrender now and I might just grant you a swift and painless death." He offered. Barbara only narrowed her eyes she sensed a different presence from Darodd. As if it wasn't really HIM doing all this. She focused her gaze on him and saw who the true murderer was. Slowly an image began to cover the death knight to reveal the ghost of an old enemy. "Locke..." she mumbled. "I remember sending your sorry ass to The Nether a few years back." Locke cackled maniacally at Barbara's revelation. "A keen eye priestess but I am not so sorry to say that you give me no choice but to assimilate you to my Scourge now" hissed the Death Knight. Barbara charged her staff with holy light and sprinted toward The Possessed Darodd. Right as she was about to thrust her light infused staff into his chest, she abruptly stopped just a few inches short of meeting her mark. Locke slightly flicked his wrist and caused Barbara to wince in pain. That was when Barbara realized that the death knight's rune blade ripped right through her robes and pierced through her chest. Her bright red fluid of life seeped freely running down her robes and dripping to the ground where she stood. "Your soul is mine bitch!" He hissed at the now wounded priestess.

Barbara grabbed Locke's arm holding the blade and locked her emerald green Blood Elven eyes with his deathly cold blue hued eyes. "The light is with me in more ways than you can imagine Locke...." she uttered. Barbara then shoved the sword half way deeper into her chest. She then proceeded to grabbing Darodd from the back of his neck and whispered into his ear to "Give me back my friend you bastard!" and proceeded to shoving the rest of the blade into her chest piercing through fully and protruding from her back. Then, as if manifesting from her very soul, a bright golden light emanated from her wounded chest, her mouth, and her eyes. Locke could do nothing but rip his blade out from the priestess and shield his eyes with it. Blood spewed from Barbara's chest as he pulled his blade out as the golden light began to consume her whole body.

White angelic wings formed from her back. Her wounded and bloodied body began to heal and phase out as she rose from the ground to hover a few feet in the air. The golden light then erupted and began to burn the surrounding undead soldiers. A battle cry was heard from the hills as Zero "The Shade" Swiftblade rushed in to aid in the fight. Followed by Zero's arrival, was the death knight Highlord, Darion Morgraine. "No worries guys! The cavalry has arrived!" he yelled. Zero and a squad of his most skilled combat rogues rushed into the battle. Every undead soldier that got in their way was cut down ruthlessly. Highlord Morgraine rushed toward the possessed Darodd and locked rune blades with him. They then went on into a titanic parry dance as Barbara who was now a Spirit of Redemption blasted waves of golden light mending her four officers from their wounds and revived their spirits from the nether to live again. They all then joined Zero in finishing off the remaining undead and focused their attention on Highlord Morgraine and the Possessed Darodd. "Darodd I know you can hear me lad. Fight that monster's control! It doesn't have to end this way" pleaded Morgraine. "He can't hear you Darion. His soul is now consumed in total darkness. Nothing can save him but death itself" hissed the spirit of Locke, his voice deep and distorted and full of evil. Barbara then fired a beam of holy golden light at Darodd's body, knocking him down.

A cold blue spirit released from his body and flew to the confines of The Ebon Hold - Acherus high in the skies of the Plaguelands. Darodd opened his closed eyes and felt his body tingle in a sensation he never felt since he became a death knight. It was the light, the one entity that wouldn't want him anything else but destroyed for his betrayal. He shook it off and rose to a seating position. He noticed his Highlord in front of him with his dual rune blades at the ready. "What happened?" asked the young disoriented death knight no longer did he have the dark distortion or cold blue hue in his eyes. Darion dropped his stance and approached the confused knight looking into the soft chocolate brown orbs of a long lost hero. "We're free my boy…" he told him. Darodd's eyes opened wide at his lord's response. "Free? You mean that…" Darion only nodded.

Darodd rose from the ground but was then tackled down by a young high elven girl. He looked at the crying girl now wrapped around him in utter shock. "Lu-Luci Doll?" was all he could muster to say. The young caster looked up at the man she was hugging her cinnamon brown hair caked in fresh and rotting blood. "You're back… you're really back" she said. Darodd only responded in returning her hug and got up again only to be knocked back down by three more bodies. "What the Nether is this?! A gnomeball tournament?!?!" he yelled. The five bodies that now had him pinned couldn't help but laugh at his rant. "D do you have any idea how much we prayed to The Light for you to come back to us?" spoke Chelisa. "Not really… Can't really think when you have your mind warped by a deranged ghost hell-bent on forcing you to kill your own kind." He told her. "I see that some things will never change at least" he added, looking down at the high elf wrapped around him crying softly into his armored shoulder. "She's been miserable since your little stunt a few years back" Said Yoan.

"What's going to happen to Barbara." asked Darodd. His eyes gazed in awe at the priestess' ethereal state. "We don't know…" answered Jonathan solemnly. "Usually, when a priest transforms into a spirit of redemption, they die shortly after using up all their power." He added. "Don't worry about me guys. I'll be fine. I just need you to have faith in me. I'll return to the realm of the living soon enough…" said Barbara. Her voice seemed to echo softly throughout the town in a wave of comfort that put her friends at ease. With an approving nod from each and every one of them, she rose into the eerie afternoon sky and soared towards the necropolis looming in the sky. The remaining five companions rose to their feet and tended to any wounded survivors from the battle. Darodd started to help out himself to those in need, but was halted by Luceliis before he even broke a stride. "Oh no you don't tough guy, YOU are going to get your rest after what happened here. Darodd looked at the young warlock Like a Felhound possessed her. "And who are you? My mother?" he retorted. "No I'm your friend. And as your friend and commanding officer, I order you to sit your cock diesel ass down and wait for the medic to come patch you up. "Luci… They're only flesh wounds… I'll be fine" he said pointing at the open gashes on his arms, chest, and shoulders. His armor was so torn up, that the wounds left by Jonathan and Yoan were completely visible and continued to seep thin streams of blood. Luci looked at him like he was stupid but couldn't help but smile inside. "as much as I'm glad you still have some of your humanity left in you, you will stay glued to that spot until I come back with a medic." She said. And with that, she left with the biggest smile she's had in years.

Zero and Darion stood next to each other watching the reunion of six good friends. "Think he'll be able to fight his thirst and Him?" asked Zero. "With proper training and the help of his friends I am positive he'll make it" responded Darion. "There's just one more test before we can rest and its one we death knights must do alone." Added the death knight Highlord. Zero gave him a quizzical glance. "We will be taking back The Ebon Hold…"