A/N: I don't own Any of this! Blizzard does! This is based on both of my toons, I just own their names and nothing more Q.Q Anyways, this is my first Warcraft fic. I'll do a Final chapter to this depending on how the reviews go. I can see this going on as a two or three chapter story. Anyways! Please review! Constructive Criticism is welcomed -smiley face- I'm open to learn new things.
One thing before I let you readers go! Flashback warning! They're in Bold.
A lone frostwyrm flew in the darkening skies of Northrend. The rider scanned the ground below with icy blue eyes that held an eerie glow to them.
Tch! Damn you Lich King. How cruel to let these dammed memories remain.
Light's Breach, it was there the Blood Elf Paladin made haste to. His trusted Charger mount jumping over fallen trees and other obstacles in their way. He laughed, looking back his eyes met the most beautiful almond green eyes, hers.
HER! Those eyes, that smile, laugh, scent and voice! Try as I might she plagues me. Driving me to the brink of insanity. If one can call me sane in this state of life...
"They've gained on us! Thanthos, it's almost an entire army gaining on us!"
"Ride faster Zaryth! Go to Light's Breach!"
"I can't and I won't leave you here to fight alone!"
Drakkari Death Knights, Abominations and ghouls quickly surrounded the elves making their attack. Both paladins unleashed their holy power upon the scourge attacking them. Seconds soon felt like hours as swords clashed and the two exchanged potions and healing spells, they were quickly becoming drained. Risking a glance, his counterpart was ready to collapse. Acting quickly at a large radius around him the ground lit up with holy power damaging the enemies standing upon it, blocking with one hand he placed a blessing on the female paladin keeping her safe from all damage and pushed her out of harms way, "Run! Hurry and mount! Ride to Light's Breach, Don't let this be in vain!"
Letting out a mighty roar all the remaining scourge placed their aggressive attention towards to him.
I, Thanthos Duskwither, commander of Scourge was once a warrior of light. Now I'm a warrior of all unholy! Oh! Oh the fucking irony.
Bitterness took over his body, anger boiling his blood.
"Wake him!"
Two necromancers raised their arms, chanting while channeling new life to an auburn haired male blood elf.
"What is your name?"
His heart didn't feel as if it were beating, but yet he breathed. Looking around he sad dead nude bodies around him piled on each other as if they were trash. Where was he?
"I said speak your name Blood Elf!"
"Thanthos," he studied the large man in black plate, "Thanthos Lighthold."
Kicking a gnome corpse to the side the man outstretched his arms in effort to make a grand point, "Look about you Thanthos, out of so many champions and warriors, you. YOU! Have been found worthy to serve under the Lich King! Go now, Thanthos Duskwither, your initiation begins!"
Anything, to see her again.
Two hard years, Thanthos scaled to the rank of Commander. No longer did the Lich King continuously invade his mind.
Heh, is that the Argent Vanguard banner in scourgeholme? Ha! What fun this will be.
Forcing his mount to land in the surrounding the mountains, he jumped. Observing the Crusaders fight scourge he unsheathed his dual swords, an icy mist coming off the weapons.
In a graceful swing, a human priestess head was separated from her body. Thrusting both swords into a night elves stomach he pushed the body upwards and slammed it into the ground. Gnome, Troll, Draenei or Orc. They were all the same useless things to the Death Knight, so he let their blood stain his hands and weapons.
No, I don't kill for the Lich King, never for that spoiled brat. I kill to fill this dammed void. I kill to make every living being fill the pain that I felt the day I fell! Make them feel every slash, stab, punch, kick. Every ounce of PAIN I felt that night I died, for her...to save HER!
Thanthos stopped, there were too many fresh dead bodies to let waste. He raised a gloved hand, sparks of unholy magic flew to the ground raising a fresh ghoul army. Breathing in he felt strange relief. Aah! The smell of blood and decayed flesh in battle! What a wonderful thing!
Wait...
He sniffed the air again, his ears perking up in attention and letting a gnome mage's body slide off his blade.
That scent. That familiar sweet pea and mageroyal scent. What a world.
Breathing in again he followed his nose. He came upon two abominations ganging up on a petite plate wearing Blood Elf. Doing the only sensible thing, he killed both gruesome creatures watching them fall.
"Thanthos? You're alive!"
He shot the girl a grin, "If you can call this living, then yes I'm dandy," he eyed the paladin, she hadn't changed at all. Raven hair cascaded down her shoulders, stray strands of hair across her angelic face. Her peach colored skin gleamed with sweat, "Zaryth"
Mixed emotions crossed her face: Joy, Sadness; Love, Disappointment and ultimately, Confusion, "What happened to you? I, I don- I don't understand"
Foolish, foolish question. The former paladin chuckled, "It's obvious isn't it, my dear?"
"I went back for you, but you had disappeared! I had hoped that maybe you," she shook her head, "Thanthos..."
Her plead in his name stirred an emotion he instantly dispised. A dark cloud surrounded his mind whispering thoughts of death. Damn you Lich King.
Thanthos sheathed his weapons walking closer his voice low and silky, "Zaryth"
His eyes glowed with the Lich Kings power. His voice sounded unearthly, a dark undertone to his once normal voice. Her beloved Blood Elf Palading was no more, he was a Instrument of death a Death Knight. But here we was, standing before her calling her name. Maybe, just maybe he wished to joing the Knights of the Ebon Blade.
"Zaryth," he beckoned once more holding out a hand towards her, "Come back to me."
A female Draenei and male Tauren ran towards them, "Zaryth stop! He's a monster, he only comes to kill!"
It was too late, her weapons hit the floor and her arms wrapped around his waist. She closed her eyes resting her cheek against his chest.
Reciprocating Zaryths' actions, he looked back towards the two crusaders. Malevolence spreading throughout his face as he watched scourge kill the intruders, "I've never been able to forget you Zaryth, after everything I've been through."
She looked up into his cold eyes, "Neither have I"
"I want you to know something my dear Zaryth"
"Know what?"
His voice became grim, "Every ounce of pain I felt that night."
A fist connected to the paladins stomach. Drawing a sword, he hit her with it's hilt. Smiling as he heard the sweet sound of bones shattering.
Always so weak! He dealt a hard kick to her side. Zaryth cried out in pain, tears rolling as she choked out blood. Still she managed to ask, "W-why?"
Thanthos kneeled and whispered into her ear, "Because you plague my mind, my life is that of a Death Knight. My joy comes with others pain," he pierced her chest digging the sword deeper drawing out her screams of pain, "Because even after death, I still love you."
He inhaled, taking note of her scent and essence. His body becoming oddly still.
"I think it is best if we go now, what would become of us if we're caught?"
Both paladins laid intertwined with each other hidden in the mountains of Eversong Woods.
"Let them find us! What will they say? Here lay two recent newlyweds." Thanthos laughed and kissed Zaryth with a passion known only to few. They stared into each others eyes, "My beloved Zaryth, not even death will do us part"
Putting his sword in place, Thanthos summoned his frostwyrm mount. He mounted, taking a last look at the dying paladin. Even death won't do us part...no I believe it won't.
With a flick of his arm unholy energy surrounded Zaryth binding her and sending her flying towards Thanthos. He safely caught the elf in his arms, unable to stop himself he kissed her blood stained lips. Feeling a twinge of regret and sadness, he licked the blood of his lips.
You're still in good healing condition. I believe, the Lich King has enough Death Knights and Commanders.