Disclaimer: I do not own World of Warcraft or any of it's characters.

Summary: This takes place in the next expansion Legion. This writing is my fiction and the storytelling could deviate. Most popular fanfictions are about the 10,000 years that they spent together. This time I want to write about after Illidan's fall and his return. BE WARNED that there WILL BE LEMONS later on in the story. Lemons are scenes of sexual nature. If you do not like lemons, please skip over it (I will notify you all ahead of time). I will try to also add quotes to each chapter, something that sets the mood and relates to the story's tone.

One last thing, if you do not know the lore behind Maiev and Illidan please read it! This way you get a better idea of what's happening and possible flashbacks.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

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"The moment people come to know love, they run the risk of carrying hate."

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Maiev was dreaming again.

She watched from the shadows as the dream played out.

A young woman faced an eager looking man, except his eyes were on the yellow flower that he held in his right hand. His brow creased with frustration at the woman's words, his long raven locks flowing over his bare shoulders in the gentle breeze. The lady's silk white dress also flowed over her legs as flower petals and leaves drifted through the air. It was in that defining moment, she realized he would only love one woman.

"I'm sorry Illidan," Soft sweet words left her full lips, "The mistress Tyrande is busy and cannot see you at this time."

A low growl emitted from his throat as his golden eyes narrowed; anger and frustration clouded his visage. Eyes not meeting hers he turned away without another word, tossing the flower aside and striding away. The young priestess knelt down and picked up the discarded token of affection, her glowing eyes never leaving his broad back until he was out of sight.

The dream would not end here.

Maiev followed her younger self up the stairs to the tower where Tyrande was talking with the other priestesses. The high priestess waved her hand and scattered her subordinates away. Turning her attention to the slim and small Maiev Shadowsong.

"Did you tell him?" Tyrande asked.

Maiev opened her mouth slightly, her eyes drifting down to the flower she held in her hand.

"He was adamant about seeing you." Maiev replied.

Tyrande turned toward the open windows, her dress and baubles swaying slightly with the movement. Lifting up her right hand she rested a finger to her lips in worry. She was undoubtedly beautiful and blessed by the goddess Elune herself.

"I do not like hurting him, he knows my decision," she spoke to herself in a determined tone, yet underlyingly betraying a small tone of sorrow in her voice.

Maiev remained silent.

"You are dismissed." Tyrande waved her hand.

Maiev bowed and retreated to her chambers with her prize in hand.

Upon entering her chambers she placed the flower in the vase. The flower was not alone, it was accompanied by many different types. All visits from Illidan trying to win Tyrande's affections. Dark thoughts took over her younger self.

Why? Why does Tyrande get everything...

Fists closed tightly, the thoughts continued to race.

First she is named High Priestess over me and has his affection?

In visits to Tyrande, Illidan never once looked at the small elven priestess, his eyes were only for the Lady Whisperwind.

Shaking with sudden rage not befitting a peaceful priestess of her station, she picked up her vase and tossed it against the wall, the glass shattering into a million pieces. She lobbed it with so much force a piece of the glass had cut into her hand. Maiev watched with fascination as rivulets of blood tracked down her fingers and made dull dripping sounds onto the floor.

Is this the start of madness?

Maiev lurched upright with a gasp. Sweat matted her brow as she forcefully ripped the thin sheets aside. Raking a hand through her hair she pulled the mass of silver into a messy ponytail. Drowsy still with sleep, her glowing eyes drifted over her dim quarters. The place she had been living secretly for years, if you could call a hovel a home.

She lived her life in a silent and lonely existence. It was all she knew the moment her wardens died at the hands of Tyrande and the loss of her comrades she suffered when chasing down Illidan. His death was the final piece of the puzzle, the last dying breath of her very existence snuffed out leaving her nothing but a shell of her former self. His words still haunted her.

"The Huntress is nothing without the hunt. You.. are nothing.. without... me."

His death should have brought her closure, but only grief and loneliness prevailed. Thinking about the past started to make her body hum and skin tingle. The thrill of the hunt. She shook her head, clearing her mind. Illidan wasn't alive anymore, she should not feel like every fiber of her being is reawakening and calling out to something unknown. Again, clearing her mind did nothing. Maiev's eyes flashed open in shock.

"No, no it can't be."

Illidan coughed and gasped, his wings snapping open and closed as his body writhed. All he could remember was his soul being casted out into the Twisting Nether. He felt time pass slowly as his soul was trapped on another spiritual plane. He clawed at the ground as he struggled to his feet. The demon hunter looked down at his body, it was intact and as strong as ever. Stretching out his wings above his head, he gave them a good flap. Someone in the darkness grunted at the wind that whipped through the chamber.

He was not alone.

Though blind, he could feel a dark evil energy infront of him, a feeling that was familiar as his own being.

"Illidan Stormrage," Gul'dan spoke in the darkness.

"Who are you?" Illidan's baritone voice cut clear with an authoritative tone.

"I am a servant of the burning legion, I am Gul'dan."

Illidan tossed his head back and laughed which confused the green orc.

"You cannot be Gul'dan, I absorbed his skull and it's powers."

Gul'dan, also confused, grew angry.

"I am very much alive. I come from another time in the rift. Our master calls to us, calls to you to serve him once again."

Illidan's smirk fell as the word master was spoken.

Before his untimely demise at the hand of adventurers, Akama, and that vexing huntress Maiev, he hid away in Outlands. He was bound to serve the burning legion, whether he liked it or not. Illidan loved power, but his love for Tyrande overpowered it; seeking to kill the Lich King and remove the scourge from the lands in order to save his beloved from foreseeable harm. Even if it was a direct order from Kil'Jaeden to do so, Illidan would always remain faithful to his priestess.

"I have no master." Illidan retorted arrogantly.

Gul'dan lowly chuckled, "You cannot escape the burning legion, you cannot escape... him."

Illidan felt it now, the aura surrounding the form in front of him also had made a pact with Sargeras and his minions. The night elf heard the tap, tap, tap sounds of wood hitting the floor. Gul'dan drew closer.

"I don't want you to serve our masters. I want you to serve.. me."

Illidan reeled back, flaring his wings menacingly.

"Why should I serve you?" He spit out.

"I have a plan to get rid of the burning legion.. once and for all."

Like Illidan, Gul'dan loved power and he was over serving masters. If he could manipulate Illidan to do his bidding, he could control the demons to his benefit. Once the demon hunter's usefulness ended, he'd take the elf's life; absorbing his power in turn.

"What is this... plan of yours?" Illidan asked.

Gul'dan grinned.

End chapter.

Whew... good starting chapter. I wanted to write solely about Maiev and Illidan but I have to work characters in to make the story more interesting.