-Luna is my own creation, though World of Warcraft is the property of Blizzard, same as the model for the toon, how she looks, all that crap. But the actual character, "Luna VonTempest/Luna FelTempest is my own mad creation- *Insert mad maniacal laughter here,* Oops, sorry folks, get a bit carried away with that...'
The man stood alone in the dark night, the only light around him was a ritual pyre lit with the fires of the demons of the Nether. The green light glowed around him, illuminating things within the first few feet, but somehow he was still covered in shadow. His face, though still shadowed, was twisted in pain, and one could tell he was still rather young, despite the stress lines around his eyes from hours of research, study and magic use. His name was Conrad the Fallen, or Conrad VonTempest. The eldest child of Elizah and Victor VonTempest. At least he was before he had been disowned for becoming what he was...A Felcaster, or as most saw it, a warlock.
He breathed in deeply, a hulking figure stood beside him in the shadows that his body was creating on the ground behind him. The figure was strangely shaped, seeming to have horns growing from much of its body. It was Ikzilshekor, his Felguard and most trusted demon companion. In and out of battle Ikz had had his back through it all. And now that would probably end, if this ritual went as planned, he and Ikz would be separated for good. No longer bound to him, by other than a demon's word. Ikz would probably return to his home in the Twisting Nether. While Ikz had never spared him anything, always giving his best effort in battle, Conrad was sure it was merely the bond between them that caused him to do so.
"Are you sure that someone will come, Master?" came the deep booming voice in demonic. "There are many demons that would, why did you try calling to his kind? And why not the Queen at that..." the demon asked him curiously.
"Because, old friend, Alexstrasza is busy with other things. The life of a young child is, while important to me, not her concern, do you see? I'm sure she -could- send one of her own flight, but His kind are more likely to answer the call of a dark caster. And I've already tried the Azures..." he trailed off slowly, looking up at the stars above him in Crystalsong, casting a longing gaze at the mountains just Northeast of them, "I may have to take this to the Shire for it to work properly." he said softly. He hung his head and sighed quietly. "That's going to be a pain, seeing as I already sent Saiadormu off..." he looked back up at the skys, half hoping for the familiar shadow of the bronze to go soaring across the cold star-studded sky.
Ikzilshekor shouldered his ax and sighed heavily. "And then, why not a demon?" he inquired calmly, eyeballing a nearby satyr with a dark chuckle as it tries to sneak up on his master. With a single swing he decapitates the creature, the head falling before the creature itself. "Any of them would have been willing to do this, no matter how foolhardy I find it myself."
Conrad the Fallen snickered, "My friend, do you not remember why I am banished from my family home? If I had a demon do this," he looked down at his feet, "She would be doomed to follow in my own path, with the Dragons, at least she has a chance to save her own dignity and follow her own path. Perhaps she will fare better than I have. She is their only daughter, my only sister...And a demon, as you know...would bind her soul to their own. Then, depending on the type, they would likely make her their servant, or worse..." he actually shuddered, despite the fur cloak he wore. "I want her to have her own life, but my request for you still stands. Will you watch over her from the Nether, Ikzilshekor? Will you be the one to help her if she should need it? I can't guarantee that my family will have it. Especially Devon. He would turn on her for glory in a heartbeat..." he growled the last part as memories flooded his mind. "I won't have that for her."
The demon sighed. "I have told you before, Master, that I would. Unlike most of my ilk, my word means more to me than just power. I will protect and watch over her, there is no need to question that, Conrad..." the demon said his master's name with a tone that would be taken as if he were smiling, were is not so dark around them. "Perhaps we should go to the Shire, Master...it may yield more results..." he suggested to him, being answered only by Conrad's silent nod as he picked up his pack and started walking Northeast towards the barrier of mountains. "You know...I hate it when you are right..." he grumbled, though he looked back at Ikz with a thankful smile. None of his other minions would have braved the Northrend cold for him like this, well perhaps his walker would have, but still...