Death. That is all that Neltharion felt.. All that he remembered right now. He had just used the immense power and fury of the Dragon Soul to slay hundreds..thousands of Demons..and mortals. He had.. Just.. flicked it towards them.. So easy….The voices. The voices inside of him told him to do it. He HAD to do it. Surely, it was the right thing to do? No...No… This was all wrong….Nausea flooded into Neltharion, sickness in his mind and body. He felt confused, and all he could feel was blood and death... Surely...surely if he went back now, they would forgive him, yes? Just… it had been a mistake...Neltharion was flying away violently, escaping the scenes of destruction he had wrought. As he moved, he crashed into large trees, slammed into mountains, he didn't care. He left a path of rubble in his wake, just as he had to countless of innocent lives...because of the voices.
He finally found his home, in a tall mountain peak. He flew in, almost hitting everything next to him in his confusion. Shaking his head violently, he looked insane. He WAS insane. He tried to remember… why.. Why... What made him do it..? He… he was a good aspect…. He wouldn't do anything evil, yes? He… they made him… THEY MADE HIM! Those insufferable titans and dragons! Aspect of the Earth!? They forced him to spend countless millennia rotting away in that damn pit of gravel "to protect the world" from WHAT exactly!? LIES! It was justifiable….they were criminals, forcing him to do such an act… oh, look at the powerful Ysera, the Dreamer, Or Nozdormu, Aspect of Time itself. Nooo! Neltharion was the god of ROCKS! Malygos, Aspect of Magic… and of course… the almighty "Queen of Dragons", Alexstrasza, the Lifebinder…
Alexstrasza… sister of Neltharion... love…. He had used to love… what was love, anymore..? Perhaps he had lost any sense of it after living underneath the earth for so many years, listening to those VOICES! What were the voices..? Surely… surely it was Neltharion.. Neltharion calling for freedom. But.. he missed them.. He missed his brothers and sisters… he just.. Needed to fly back, and ask for forgiveness.
NO! He would not give them the comfort of forgiveness! THEY did the unspeakable atrocities to HIM! They DESERVED this! Neltharion settled into a ball in his cavern, placing his wings around him and brooding quietly. Yes...the voices were right. They were the evil… what had possibly caused his beloved aspects to fall prey to darkness… surely.. Surely it was the Burning Legion… He had to eradicate both the demons, and his friends… An evil twist of fate… but that was the way it had to be…
Yes… Neltharion would be the true benevolent force… he would remove the tragically fallen evil aspects from this land.. Everything.. Had to burn. Nothing could remain.. Not if he was to truly remove the darkness from this land. Neltharion stood up, raising his wings high. He innerly thanked the voices, for granting him such clarity as to how fallen his world had become. His glowing eyes flickered with orange flame, his black scales glowing under the warmth of fires around the dark, rocky cave. Yes..He must go now… He had to save his world.