Throughout the halls of the Black Temple, battles were raised, sounds of metal colliding to the storms of war, as heroes ascend the hallowed halls, the silence of the entire Temple, only making echoes to the sound of footsteps, Plate, Leather, Mail, Cloth they all sounded four times louder in those halls as they continue to weave through mobs of demons.
Elsewhere in that Temple, two troubled souls merely remain caged to their own demons, both with a connection drawn beyond that of sight, but of body and soul, one sits atop the vile temple, clinging to relics of the past, a skull his only form of companion, not by choice, but by necessity, what is it that made this skull so luring to him, its power? Its history? Or a reminder of the mistakes he has made, what could he have done different was on his mind.
The other remains a prisoner, or is she? The door lay open, the cage not locked, so why was she sitting on a prisoner's bed that she claimed to be hers, why now does she sit there pondering the thought, "Why am I remaining here?" her conviction to see a mission through harder to process than before, her Blue Eyes glowing in confusion dancing around the room looking for answers but she closed her eyes, flash-backs of situations in jail but not one side, both.
As the Warden looked to the prisoner behind bars, a blind elf, sit defeated in a cell as she smirked almost mighty and tall, sure of her position. "I see you are still withering in your actions Illidan." She proclaimed with an almost satisfied glee to her features.
"Ah Maiev, I see you have come to torture me on my actions yet again, if I did not know better, I would say you enjoy seeing me like this." A small playful smirk adjourns his lip, head held to the floor to cover it from sight of the Warden.
"Illidan, nothing more, than seeing you wither on thoughts of the past, and mistakes you made, makes me happier to see you in pain." A deep chuckle as she placed her chakram by the door against the wall, sitting in front of the cage out of reach, as she crossed her legs over one another to sit staring at him, "What is it, that gets you so destroyed I wonder, your foolish mistakes on taking power, your actions of pain caused to many that were around you? I wonder." she questioned to him, "If all you re going to do is torment me each time you come to visit Maiev, you will not get as much as a flea of satisfaction from me." Hissing almost, the night elf clearly less convincing with his words, even under his hard exterior, those exact thoughts lingered and attached to him like a sore thumb.
Is that so? the Warden removing the large cape, shoulder pads and helmet, sliding them back as well, giving little opportunity for lethal weapons to use on him, or her for that case, she slides a little closer to the cell, leaning forwards, resting her arms on her legs like some innocent playful child. "Come now Illidan, I know you better, I can see it all over your face, you are angered." A smirk almost, but something more in her eyes, perhaps she is trying to understand him.
"W-What is it that you want from me Maiev, do you want me to admit that what I did was wrong? That all I did was beg for power, you won't get that from me, I did what I did to protect my people, you have not seen what I have seen, the swarms of the Burning Legion, pouring fourth like moths to a flame." The Elf's fists clench in chains as his head was still held low, "The constant reminder of those that died, for those that lived, would I do it again? Yes I would, if it meant saving my people." The Warden's head tilting slightly, "Odd, and here you said I would not get a flea of satisfaction from you yet here you are, telling me the truth, actions you committed still haunt you I see." She chuckles mockingly to his words.
"Fuck you Maiev." Almost snapping as he calmed down a little.
"Such foul a mouth, you Illidan are a fool, you seized power, you turned into the thing you sworn to destroy, all for what? The delusions that you think you can fight this as some misguided child playing hero?" her head close to the cage.
The Blind Elf snapped pushing forwards and looking up, his fel burnt eyes showing through the blindfold a green flame bright and his voice bellowing in a remorseful hate. "What do you know? What would you have done in my position Maiev! Scours of Demons rushing you and your people, an endless cycle of death and destruction await should they get past that one line of defence, I put my life on the line to allow others to live theirs, I thwarted one invasion prolonging the invasion to come, yet what do I get in return, a prison cell as my home, and a jailor that persists on lecturing me for her amusement, when you are faced with the decision of impending doom, or stopping an invasion for your own sanity, then come and lecture me how my actions were wrong." A sadness dancing across his face, as he receeds his position falling back on his knees to lean like some crucified individual. "I regret nothing of my actions to this point, it was a hard decision to make, but I made it, and I live with it to this day."
Maiev shocked, as Illidan leapt at her, her hand reaching for her chakram out of instinct, but as he stopped to stare at her, she saw the sadness on his face, it hit her like a truck, she calmed and listened to him, his anger, his sadness, she merely stared before he returned to his defeated position, her voice calm, collected, with some heavy effort to make it so, "You may be right, I have not seen what you have seen, but I would not have sacrificed the lives of others, to accomplish that." As she stood and put her armour back on, leaving the room.
Illidan smirked, as the torches from the hall light up the room, as the light slowly dims his tattoo's light up in a fel green, looking to the door as the darkness returns to the room, his tattoo's and eyes standing out in a brightness before dimming slowly, with nothing more than a few words escaping his lips. "Then you, would have not been prepared."