Within the darkened dungeons of the warlock, Caitie, was her personal minion, the succubus Aphrodetta, sulking over the loss of her favorite prisoner, the tauren named Starshield. She was the only one of her minions that could handle a bound creature of any size, but the whippings she gave other prisoners pailed in comparison to the joy of the nights they spent together. Just thinking of the first time he caressed her silky breasts, how soft he was to her, she began to touch herself in her sensitive areas. She wanted to feel like it was him doing this to her, what when she cried his name to an empty room, she came to realize that he would never come back.

Distraught, she went to confront her master and ask about why she let him go free. But what she told her was did not sit well with her.

"Whait a minute, so this tauren is your friend now?" she gasped. "But you have barely known him, and what has he done for you?"

Caitie sighed and tried to explain, "When we first met, he was not afraid of me. At first, I was kind of annoyed, as I wear my outfit to frighten people, but he seemed kind of shy at first, so I said hi. He still didn't run, and we chattered for a while. He didn't even mind my use of dark magic, despite being a paladin. I also kind of worry about him. He didn't say much about himself, and was reluctant to speak to me at all."

"I don't ge you mortals sometimes," the succubus interrupted. "All I see in him is that hunky body, and boy is he good with those hands..."

Kind of revolted by her minion's talk of her "exploits", she demended her to be quiet, to which she grudgingly agreed.

"Well, that's what I get for discussing a relationship with a demon." she whined. "But regardless, he will remain free, but if you want to find another prisoner, that's fine by me."

With the thought of going out on her own, Aphrodetta grew a malicious grin.

"Actually, Caitie, I'd like to go out on my own, for good." and seeing the confusion under Caitie's mask, she asked her, "May I be free?"

Wary of her demon's intent, Caitie granted her request, and she flew away to find some new victims, but with a different idea in mind...

Flying above the forests of Elwynn, Mokcie was returning to Stormwind to resume her studies, with her early retirement insatisfying, she hoped to take up a new path and travel the world again. But on her way to the city, she heard a call for help from below, and flew to the forests to find this person. The cries for help came from a plain looking human woman, requesting her to head into the tower, unwilling to expalin why.

Seeing no harm in the uncertain circumstances, she rushed into the tower and asked her why she was here, but looking around the completely empty tower, she realized that there was something wrong. Before she could figure out what, her vision began to blur, and she felt light-headed, but as she began to call for help, the human began to shift into a demon right before her eyes, and towered over her as she fell to the ground...

Through the swamps of sorrow, an adolescent blue drake flew past the boggy land, searching for some herbs for a spell he was studying.

"Master Star will surely find this to be useful..." the unnamed drake told himself. But as he flew, finding nothing of value, he felt a sharp pain on his back, and realized that he was under attack. But as he tried to shake off this intruder, he lost control of his flight and fell to the ground, knocked out cold and rendered helpless...

In the abandoned graveyard of Duskwood, Aphrodetta lay in wait, hoping for her prize to appear and "bargain" for the lives of her new prisoners. Speaking of them, the gnome she captured began to wake up.

"Ugh, what happened? Why am I-" she gasped in horror as she realized that she was taken prisoner by the legion. With the knowledge of what demons did to their priseoners, she tried to conjure a fireball to bust the door down, but to no avail.

"Hehe, silly mage." cackled the demon lady. "Your spells will not get you out of here, but if your friend shows up, then and only then will you go free. And if he doesn't, you and that fellow in the other cell are mine to do with as I please." And she held up a strange looking trinket, appearing to be a tool of the old gods.

"This little trinket from my former master will do well should your friend not save you, little one..."

Witha a sense of panic, Mokcie began to call for the only person she could.

"Starshield, wherever you are, HEEEEEELLLLLLP MEEEEEE!"