My name's Merklauthsin. Currently, I'm a fucking night elf...a fucking night elf. Purple skin and pointy ears. The whole works. My last life: a demon lord. If we had just stayed in Draenor I would still be alive. If they had never opened the gate I would have never ran into that warlock. Fucking a. Killed by a warlock, how degrading. I remember those eyes...those bright blue eyes. I know she had seen enough of war in her young years. She was there for the fall of Arthas. She was there for the destruction of Azeroth and Deathwing. And she was there for the Seige of Orgrimmar. How do I know this? I watched her after my death. Watched her heartache as she lost her best friend, her family, and almost her soul.
I had been watching her since the beginning. I may have had some influence to as why she became a warlock. Her mother a mage and her father a paladin. She could have been anything...till I sent her Azgup, her first demon. She had to suffer before she could earn him. He bid her well all those years while I waited my rebirth. My shell for my return was a 23 year old night elf monk...go figure. This one's soul had been ripped out months before. Why not take a perfect body and go back into the world?
I'm going to find Enulaia again. This time, she'll know who and what I am. We owe each other that much. She needs someone in this new world as do I now. What a pair...a demon lord and a warlock.
"Former demon lord idiot."
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