"Why are you here...? Sin'dorei...", the towering Demon Hunter growled, blinded and glowing eyes glaring down at the slim, pale form that stood below him.

"Because I want revenge. You posses the ability to give me the tools I need.", the diminutive elf quipped, lips thin and cracked, her face gaunt and hollow.

"Make me Illidari.", Pyravia hissed, gazing up defiantly into the face of Illidan Stormrage. He brought his face down closer to hers, massive horns blocking her in. She could feel the harsh, scrutinizing stare of the Lord of Outland boring into every piece of her body. She refused to look towards the ground. His sharp face was set into a hard glare, seemingly irritated at her lack of submission.

The massive Kal'dorei snorted, lifting his face away from Pyravia's. "Do you think you can withstand something such as fel?", he questioned, gesturing towards the hellish landscape of Shadowmoon Valley.

"It is not a question of what I can withstand. It is a question of what I WILL endure.", she spat, lowering her gaze to the ground. He smirked, ashy lavender skin pulling taut. "Perhaps. We shall see.", he challenged, beckoning her to follow him into the depths of the Black Temple.

Illidan's cloven hooves clacked loudly on the stone floors of the Black Temple, echoing throughout its cavernous halls. Braziers of felfire and void magic lined the blackened walls, Fel Orc clan banners and Illidari crests fluttered in the faint breeze left by the Betrayer. Broken dotted the sidelines, as did low ranking Illidari demon hunters and fel orcs. They all bowed as the intimidating lord passed by, faces turning grim at the sight of the small , drained elf trailing behind. He led her to a room in the Hall of Anguish filled with demon hunters, sparring with each other or practicing on chained up Legion demons. The chamber's walls were carved intricately, the small bonfires along the walls bathing it in a cool, green glow.

"Kayn Sunfury! Kor'vas Bloodthorn!", he bellowed, all faces suddenly snapped towards their master, as a burly Blood Elf man and muscled Night Elf woman ran forward. The two knelt reverently, looking up questioningly at Pyravia. "This... new one. Take her and prepare her.", he ordered, turning and leaving the smaller Blood Elf with the pair. "Yes, Lord Illidan.", they said in unison, taking Pyravia's arms and leading her to the back of the room.

"What is going to happen?", she asked quietly in Thalassian , to the one she identified as Kayn. The fire of his blinded eyes seemed to aim up through his blindfold towards her. "Pain unlike anything you've ever experienced. Let us hope you are able to endure.", he grimaced, turning towards Kor'vas and motioning towards Pyravia's ragged clothing. "This will not do. We have some armaments for you, for the time being.", Kor'vas grunted, voice heavy with the sound of demonic energy.

After tying her into the rather skimpy leather garments, Kor'vas and Kayn led her into a larger chamber filled with other Kal'dorei and Sin'dorei, other men and women in the same sort of armor she had been outfitted with. Numerous Illidari banners hung from the ceiling, bringing color to the otherwise dark and dim room. In the center of the chamber was a glowing, circular pad, embers lifting off of it and releasing a soft light into the area around it. Lord Illidan and a large Broken carrying two sickles stood at the front of the room on a stage-like area, high above the crowd of elven recruits. The Broken had a desperate look in his eyes, seeming to wish he could stop this legion of elves from mutilating themselves so brutally.

Pyravia took her place in the horizontal lines, next to pale turquoise Night Elf man with snowy white hair, tied back into a braid. "You there!", Illidan boomed, "Step forward.", directing a talon to the first Blood Elf in line. She was regal and elegant, indomitable even, with a head of thick, platinum blonde hair. She marched to the front of the pad and stood stoic, looking up towards her new master and saluting him, pressing her fist to her left shoulder. "Your name?"

"Allari, my lord."

"Do you take this curse, pledging yourself to destroying the Burning Legion?"

"I do."

"Will you accept the revilement you receive from your former brethren?"

"I will."

"Step up, Allari, and be made anew."

Allari cautiously lifted herself on to the platform, her bare feet burning against the warm glow and embers. She turned her face up to Lord Stormrage once more, and he began a series of incantations in a Demonic language she could not identify. The characteristic green of fel magic erupted from his outstretched talons, into Allari's eyes, igniting them with sickening emerald flame. Her knees quivered, threatening to give out as she horrendously screamed through gritted teeth in agony. Her hands balled into fists, she quaked in pain as her mortal eyes were burned out of their sockets and turned into fel-iron. Illidan intensified his chanting, the fel forcing its way further into Allari's eyesockets.

Finally, it was over, and she collapsed to her knees. Kor'vas and Kayn rushed forward with greenish iron daggers, swiping them deeply into her skin, which had darkened to a grotesque burgundy color. Wherever they cut began to glow softly with a mossy green, Allari groaned loudly as the tattoos were slashed into her. Blood dripped down her face from her eyes, crimson slowly turning into bright, verdant felblood. Her mortal eyes were no more, intense fire burst from the metal globes now present. Kayn and Kor'vas backed away slowly as the unpowered tattoos sealed and burned themselves into her skin.

"Rise, Illidari.", Illidan beckoned. Allari rose unsteadily, turning towards the other new recruits. She raised her fist high in the air, looking down at her fellow elves. "For Lord Illidan!", she crowed, stepping off the platform and grabbing an amethyst-haired Night Elf by his arm, allowing herself to be led from the room.

Pyravia witnessed the same event over and over, each recruit stepping on to the pad, having their eyes seared out of their skull and their skin mutilated with Arcane tattoos, in an effort from keeping the newfound demon blood from overwhelming them. The Broken that stood next to Illidan lowered his covered head to the ground, sighing in disgust as Illidan continued with his dark task. Finally, Illidan beckoned to Pyravia, the last recruit that stood in the chamber. "Step forward, Sin'Dorei.", he growled, pointing a clawed finger towards her. She strode towards the platform, gazing up at the terrifying Lord of Outland. There was something different in his face, though, his expression did not match the one he had worn when indoctrinating the other recruits. Slight worry, perhaps? Or maybe disbelief that she had not run away? He asked her the same questions as the other recruits, then motioned for her to step up on to the glowing platform.

She screamed relentlessly as her eyes were singed into fel-iron, the burning sensation seeming to travel all over her body, through her very veins themselves. She crumpled to her knees almost instantly, shaking violently as the fel worked its way throughout her thin form. "Lord Illidan, are you sure this one will even survive her indoctrination, let alone training?", the Broken rasped, voice quick with concern. The Kal'Dorei ignored him, continuing his incantations as Kayn and Kor'vas rushed out yet again and began slicing the Arcane tattoos into Pyravia's flesh. With every slash, her cries became louder, her voice wavering as though she would faint from the sheer pain alone. "What have I done?", her subconscious cried out as the felfire coursed its way through her blood, changing her to her very core, her very soul shrieking in torment.