I own nothing except for Vician, everything else is Blizzard's
A/N...
Hi there, me again. Time to add drama to this love fic ;)
Vician is in a strange position. He is not necessarily in a particular level anymore. If Vician, as he is now, were to be in the game itself, he would be a ?(Boss) level, on par with world leaders. So, it gives a bit of liberty to work his spells and stats. If anyone is interested, Vician follows a more affliction based spells.
Warning: demons, implied sexual situation, and imps.
"Working with demons has much to do with emotions as much as raw power," Vician began, standing behind a stained wooden desk, speaking to a classroom of young warlocks in training. "Base emotions, like anger for example, affect the power of the demon, as well as the instability. You may summon a powerful demon fueled by your anger, but the demon will turn faster than the drop of a hat." Looking around the room, Vician snarls as he sees his students nodding off to sleep. Summoning his power, he creates a powerful shadow bolt, releasing it, and sending it across the room to explode into the far wall with a thundering clap. With their ears ringing, the students are startled awake.
"Now," He begins tersely, "seeing as half of you come stumbling into class drunk and the other half come in late, I have no doubt that you will summon a demon fueled by anger at least once. The key is not to let the fear control you; demons feed on that. Do not fear the demon, you are in control. Now, I will demonstrate on summoning a demon fueled by anger and then I will banish it. After I am done, I want you all to try at least once."
Vician begins to mutter to himself, drawing the dark energies around him, using his hate of Garrosh to summon forth a Fel Imp. Cackling, the imp turns towards Vician saying "Let's heat things up!" Just as the imp finishes, however, it is soon banished with a word from Vician.
"Now, I want you all to. . . ." Vician trails off as he sees an envoy with the sigil of the Royal Guard. "One moment," he says to the students as he approaches the envoy.
"Our Lady requests your presence," the envoy mutters quietly to Vician, who nods in response.
Turning back to the students, he announces that class is dismissed, before heading out the door, in front of the stampede of students.
Dark power whips around Vician as he begins to summon a succubus. Although he can summon Shivarra, he still has a certain fondness of the succubus, and he likes to walk and talk with the demon as they travel from one end of the Undercity to the Royal Chambers, on the other side. As he summons, his mind wanders to Sylvanas and his feelings towards her. Unbeknownst to him, the mixture of love and lust is the perfect catalyst to summon a succubus with extra traits.
Once the spell finishes, a succubus stands before Vician, with deep red eyes, high cheekbones, and flawless blue skin. Vician blanches as the succubus smirks, "What is thy bidding, my Master?"
"Keep your head down and follow me, we're going to see the Dark Lady," Vician whispers to the demon, taking her by the wrist and leading her on-wards.
"Oh, forceful today, Master," the demon smirks, leaning in, her breath tickling his ear, "Does my form remind you of someone?"
"I enjoy these walks with you, demon, but if you do not cease in your teasing, I will send you home!" Vician glares at her, leading her through a crowd.
The succubus pouts, pushing out her bottom lip in a sexy but pouting way, "You're no fun, Master."
As they walk, with Vician's hand on the demon's wrist, he cannot help himself to keep sneaking looks at the succubus. It is not Sylvanas, but because he memorized her face, it's pretty damn close.
The demon smirks, "You really love her." Vician stops and turns to the demon, a question on his lips. "The woman my form is based on, you really love her. Your emotions made that perfectly clear; I had to fight several other succubi, in order to be summoned. But there is something more to it, isn't there, Master?" Smirking, the demon grabs Vicians' arm and leads him down a dark alley, shadowing their forms.
The succubus pushes Vician against the wall, placing her hands on his chest to keep him down. "There is something more, Master," she whispers, her tongue snaking out to lick her lips, "Lust. You lust for this woman." One of the legs of the demon pushes in between his, forcing them apart. "I can see it in your eyes, Master." Vician groans and leans his head against the wall as he feels the leg of the succubus rubbing his own. The demon smirks, moving closer, pressing her well endowed chest against his. She places her cheek on his, whispering into his ear, "And why shouldn't you have her, Master? You're one of the most powerful warlocks in the world, you should take what you want, isn't that right?" the demon asks, her tongue snaking out to lick his ear.
Vician groans again, relaxing against the wall, his body beginning to submit to the demon. The succubus smirks, letting her hands roam the undead warlock's body. As she runs her hands down the abs of the warlock she cannot help but admire her Master. She would have thought that the decay would have destroyed most of the muscle and inhibit the body from producing more; not so with her Master, whose muscles felt as strong and thick as a warriors'.
Alas, she still had a job to do. She would have her way with him and them feast on his soul, as is her nature; although she would delay her nature for as long as possible, for it is a shame that the great mind of her Master should fail. Vivian groans softly, closing his eyes. The succubus smirks and pulls back, bringing her lips close to his, "Come now, Master, take what is rightfully yours," she whispers to him, slowly closing the distance between them.
Vicians' eyes shoot open and he brings a hand up to the demon's neck, applying pressure. The succubus contorts her face into one of pain and looks at Vician. "Not today, demon," he whispers to her.
"Master!" she gasps, as he begins to chant, dark energies swirling around him, "I . . . it's what you wanted."
His eyes lock with hers', and while his body did respond, he chuckles instead, "You are not her." He finishes the banishment spell, sending her back from where she came.
Huffing, Vician leans on his hands on his knees, berating himself for succumbing to his desire. When he finished his self-punishment, he stands and strides out of the alley and towards the Royal Chamber, reminding himself to never summon look-a-like's again.