Chapter One: Who they are.
Part 1: The Ethereally Butler
Leech sighs, stretching his arms slightly and nods "I'll go first. I suppose," He says leaning against the table, "I suppose if I'm giving you all my history I might as well give you my real name, I am Walant." The man said with a slight bow to his head. Some bows back, other nods, one however simply stares at him, that one, would be Forek. Forek seems to be giving Walant an unnerving glare at him. The butler looks back at the… thing, but simply shrugs it off and continues. "I suppose I'll start to my younger years when I was an Ethereal." Everyone stares at Walant, eye widen, well, mostly everyone; Zentca seems to pay no mind of the fact and motions him to proceed, as he does.
Walant, as a young Ethereal, seems to do nothing more but study magic's in his youth. All sorts of magic; arcane, life, death, hemo, light, but what intrigued him the most, was fel magic, he seemed to dwell greatly upon the demonic energies. Thus, in a sense, he became a demon hunter. He slaughters the demons he hunts, and then absorbs their energy. As a being of energy, it was quite easy to absorb the energy of his foes. The more energy he absorbed however, the more he craved, the stronger he become, and his sanity faded in shreds. He became obsess of draining the essence of demons, his people, shunned him. He didn't care, all he wanted was power. And power he have received as one of the elite demons, Thelirunous. What seems to be just a demon that shape shifts into whatever you desire, and has no specific gender, come in contact with him. They fought for hours; he easily resisted the charms of the demon, and finally defeated it. However, instead of just merely killing it, he captured the demon and absorbed the soul of the demon, promising its freedom after he slaughters the burning legion. For he needed to enter Shattrath, and in order to do so he must 'redeem' himself by slaughter leaders of the burning legion, a millennium or two have passed since this time. During this time Walant have used his soul to transfer into more humanoid like creatures, such as an orc. As time goes by the orc seems to wither from old age. Thus the Ethereal decided to drain everything from his enemies, even their souls, to fuel the body. The things that he didn't need he fed the demon captured within his soul, and of course, the demon grew an idea, since the demon grown into the soul of the ethereal, Thelirunous made a proposition, so long as Walant feed Thelirunous souls, life force, and mana, the demon would fuel both the body, and the very being that captured him, and would also be willing to stay in the soul. Walant agreed thus created a contract between him and the demon, when enough elite was finally slaughtered, Walant freed the demon, allowing it to roam whenever it so desires. Within the 1900s, Walant entered the world of Azeroth, witnessing many events, the death of Uther lightbringer, and the rise of the undead, the death of Illidan, the rise of the Lich King, the Cataclysm, and finally, the mists of Pandaria. Walant was now human, slaughtering whatever he seemed worthy to be his dinner, however when he witnessed the dragons, or more specifically, the bronze dragons flight power of time. He grew to crave such power, thus resorted to one thing, a contract, with none other than Lady Saen. This Lady seems to have a vial containing blood of a Bronze drake.
"A huntress she is, Lady Saen, that and one of her friends, Luxanna, seems to be a Bronze dragon as well." Demill and Dalrok both shot Walant a look, Demill was more surprised, Dalrok was more….Worried? Demill spoke "She was a fucking Dragon? Well I'll be damned…" He glares at Dalrok, Dalrok glares back, they both say at the same time "You know Lux?" they both nodded at the same time. Dalrok glare seems to be much colder than Demill's, Demill slowly grins lightening up "I see what's going on… Nice catch." Dalrok blinks and tilts his head "What do you mean?" Demill blinks as well. "…Don't you have the hots for her?" Dalrok blinks again. "'The hots?'" he asks blankly. Demill shakes his head "Never mind…" He looks back at Walant. "How did you meet Zaraec?" He points at the monk, who answers "I'll answer that when all of you share." Walant nods then looks around. Only to meet with a punch in the face, and a holy shock that filled his body "YOU DEMONIC FILLED BASTARD!" Forek yelled his left arm completely covered in holy electricity "You FILTH! I will end your life here and NOW!" Walant whips his blood filled mouth and summons demonic energies, his black eyes turn into fel green. "I like to see you try!" However, Zaraec stood up "ENOUGH!" Slamming his hand upon the table, causing a wave of chi to fill the room, they both look at Zaraec, shocked. "There will be –no- fighting amongst friends. Understood?" Zaraec glares at both of them, a rather deadly one at that. Forek seems to calm down slightly. Only to glare at the Butler, the butler glares back but stands up, swipes his suit down to shoo away any dust, then sit down. "Anyways..." Walant says. "Who's next?"
author's note of amazingness: Hello all who is reading! Are you enjoying the story so far? Anything you need to inform me? Please post a review! I don't bite!...Often...Usually...Sometimes...Actually you might keep your distance. (Yea...Wen't there...) Oh and yes, if you couldn't tell, Walant (Walnut) Is indeed represented as Sebastian from Black butler. However I try to make my original style. See you all next week!