At the very back of the building, they encampered, Narcissra stood at her construction table what was covered by maps and plans, busy of trying to work out on the tower's recapture to set up a home for the Illidari.
Several week had been passed.
Slowly, days for days she collected back herself, and tried to control her unknown power, but besides the suffered physical injuries, the girl worried about her own mental health, in fact. Since the blood transfusion she quickly realized, the sounds of demon voices in her head grows louder and louder in each day. Must to handle that, she often beat the wall to cause herself physical pain, for the sake of the balance. Because of her lost sight, she tied a thin bandage around her head, to cover it's mark. Alone Kayn Sunfury was the only, who had the oppurtinity to see her what she really was, although her life had been fatal tainted, scathed even, with a dark mark they could not erase.
Once she was called by the Champion of the Sunwell, thought, but obviously she no longer hold that title.
*Uncertain was, which side belongs she, because of her appearence, and power would be a demon, as well, but the difference between these elves and the other kind, they have turned themselves into the ultimate weapons against the Burning Legion, by using the Legion's own power against it.
The truth is, they had nothing left to live for but vengeance. They've lost everything, their family, their home, and the only thing they cling to was the desire to take out that which destroyed everything they ever knew and loved. That's why Illidan ushers them to a solution, a way to quench that thirst for vengeance. Over the years more and more came to him, and he took them in, taught them and trained them, and when the time came they went through a ritual similar to what he went through. They had to first defeat the demon that took everything from them. Once it was slain, they had to eat its heart and drink its blood. Every Illidari went through the same ritual, and many perished in the process. But those that survived possessed heightened senses and strength, the kind of strength needed to battle the demon they willingly took within.
Even though it was a questionable method by the others, and ended so dissmissive, that leaded to her Lord's betrayal. They thought Illidan were no longer controlled his powers, and sent the people to certain death, after he made them into the monster, they should have fight against it.
Although this was just for the good of Azeroth. For the good of everything they can no longer have. Because once she took that demon spirit inside of her, there was no turning back. She could not remove it, it was always there, whispering to her, tempting with the Legion's power. Honestly, it was a constant daily struggle, a walk along the fine line of sanity and madness.
And above all, being this monstreus creature -what Illidan called demon hunter- was living with the distinct knowledge that no matter the outcome, there was absolutely no way any of them coming out of this alive. The people, who sacrificied their own lifes for the Illidari, all known with utter certainty that there was no happy ending for them. The thing that brought them those gifts, the enormous power with speed, and special sight, was the thing that had by all rights doomed them to certain death. But still, there were who accepted this conditions. Because the Legion would stop at nothing to destroy ther world, that was the reason, Azeroth needed those, who would sacrifice everything to save it.
Given in the end, they were well aware that in order to do that, the very last demons to be slaughtered, the very last lives to be snuffed out would have to be their own.*
"One step forward and I'll loose an arrow to your chest." warned suddenly Allari with aimed up the incoming at the corner of the entrance, what over the girl catched up her head. She cursed in herself, because her hearing was still not as perfect as with she could substitue her sight, and because of this defect, had to admit, she was vulnerable. That was the reason, somebody was always beside her, most of the time it was Kayn, but nowadays his comrade, Allari proved herself to be trustful enough to be her loyal.
"I wouldn't waste my actions, if I were you." frozed the atmosphere the impudent voice. "You can't kill me. I'm already dead." said without looking at the soldier, sounded so neutral like the words were senseless.
She could feel the determined attitude, whose merciless was suspiciously familiar to her. The unwaited guest filled the room with numbing cold, while slowly came closer with leisure but heavy steps, below the weighty armor.
From tip to the head, a dark thick gear was weared, stuffed with wild fur, and according to this, the unknown probably came from frozen places. In the shoulders large harsh horns were glowing in deep sapphire, the same colour, which irradiated the enormously long sword in the back, full of strange symbols and it's projecting sides which ended in two different edges. The weapon was almost as wide as the body, though it was slim, insofar as it could be told beneath it's accoutrements.
But the most conspicuous was unambiguously the head of all of this. The vast part of the armor with it's two large horn in the corner of the jaw completely hided the face, made the person in it entirely unrecognizable.
Slowly, the arms resorted to the mentioned item, to take off that.
Fine head of hair rised to view in gloryous white, eventuated above the shoulders, long in the front and shorter in the back. Sweeped away from the face to one side, made into assymetric form, then let down the hands.
Crystal clear sapphire eyes were glowing in blue flames, covered the whole area. The skin was pale between grey and blue dye, and with the whole dark armor, including the long torned black cape, what enclosed the whole elegant appearence, it seemed like the death oneself would stood in front of her.
I'm already dead.
"Selama ashal'anore" echod deeply the words, which she heard at last a very long time ago. The demon hunter turned to the unwaited guest with incredulous face. It can't be.
"Anu belore dela'na" answered the elder tongue. "Greetings, my blood elf friend. You honor me with your presence." said in soft voice, with open honesty, still unbelievingly.
The mentioned smirked doubtfully. "It's been a while, Narcissra."
After the intimate welcome, her direct soldier stood back to her nod as a permission. The other blood elf took steps towards her, holding her helmet, then grabbed each other arms to a friendly reunite.
"I didn't dare to think I would see you again, Lenilia."
"You don't see me now neither, do you?" stared her face suspiciously.
"It was only a sacrifice for a greater good." took a half smile, then turned her head away.
"You, and your deep meanings." grumbled back to rather herself.
"I'm blind, not deaf." noted, then walked to the table and offered a seat.
"I hadn't got the pleasure of searching for you or Helaena, as a Champion of the Lich King, which is a really judged title now, if I can say." put her armor in the furniture, then sat down opposite to her.
"Helaena is dead." said dryly.
"So am I." challenged.
"Yet you're here." said "Even though with a different colour of eyes."
"Yeah." grimaced with unsatisfaction. "But I'm not sure, if I should be disappointed or relieved, because it seems your fate didn't went in quite the right way, neither, I guess." she was boldly unashamed, although it was a bracing thing to know, there are still people who can act to her in this way, in the world, where did not remained lot, who with she could be genial.
"My life is dedicated to destroy the Burning Legion." declared straightly. The blood elf opposite to her, raised her eyebrows like a renegade.
"So neither of us has a sober reason to be here at all."
Narcissra could not help it, she had to smiled back at her former fellow. It was quite nostalgic, to be with her reckless company, reminded her to their old times.
"What happened to you, after Arthas had fallen?"
She left the quiestion with silence, at first.
"Don't belong to the alive, don't belong to the dead." said neutral, with a faint poetry in her voice. "Was quite troubled to take our shame walk to Orgrimmar and beg for pardon, after what horrors we committed, even though those weren't by free will. You can back to your old life, they say, but they forgot to calculate, the people do not welcome you, after they mourned over your grave, still you back as an ex servant of the death." stopped for a minute. Her words could have sounds weakly, on the contrary she was nothing but cruel. "Now, the control is broken, our whole existence has no sense nor purpose."
Narcissra stared her in quiet, tried to imagine how she was look like after everything she went through. The girl was always the most reckless of them, sounded off her opinion, killed without a hesitation or told any of the highest dynasty to fuck off. She was a really good thug, though. After her vanishment and Helaena's death, Narcissra left the Sunstriders, as well, then was the time, she bonded her fate with the Illidari's tendency.
However, the blood elf had conception how she was felt about herself after the life under Arthas's command. She heard rumours about death knights, who sought revenge for their terrible destiny, but after their vengeance was won, they found themselves without a cause or home in the eternity, wherein they were summoned back, effectively became scarred and traumatized elves, striving to survive in a world that was still not ready to welcome them back. It would be a horrific thought, trickling into the land of the living, where you was not belong anymore, in search of a new purpose. She knew, her fellow would never admit, but her presence was not without a reason. Considering, their comrades were dead, neither of them had a family nor a home, and definitely shared the thing about the issue with ethnic origin.
"I could use a hand" offered with a wave to the papers in the table. "I will have a shame walk, as well, to get back my people. You could help to not make this really a walk of shame, if the demons around does not bothers you, of course."
The thug of the death glanced at her, to made sure of her intention's earnestness. Then with a relief, what the sitting person across from her certainly could not see, smiled in unusual sincere way.
"As far as I concerned, I have no right to judge anybody for anything now, when I'm shouldn't be even breathe." turned her voice back to her smuggery flavor, then placed her legs at the table and lied back.
"You had always enjoyed risking your neck, hadn't you?"
"What can I say? Death is boring." smirked to be indicative of her stay.
Four heavy days later, when everything was settled down, they stood together before the entrance of The Fel Hammer, left behind there an army of hundreds. The old tower's inner was a circle form, with open window-sill at the edges, and in the middle of one stood with straight back her traitor, Altruis, the Sufferer.
She were stepping across the gate with merciless attitude, at the forefront beside her smug fellow, the strictly Second Commander, and Allari, the Souleater, when in the instant moment met his glance clearly and deliberately.
"There she is." brought he the words sarcastically out in bold relief with a mocking smile. "The Leader of the Illidari"
A.N.
*The marked parts are from an article written by Anne Stickney in BlizzardWatch, which I partly overwrote to match my story. My intention was not to steal it, I was just inspired because of it, that's why I marked. Btw I recommend this article to read.
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