Hey guys, I got a bit tired over the Deathwing arc, so I decided to switch to Illidan for a while. If you're wondering about it, I've decided to do 3 chapters for each villain, then switch. So, this is Illidan number 1. Thank you for so many viewers, but I kind of want a review other than myself… Don't ask! I have split personality issues. Wait. I just told you that… Meh. Ok. That's my secret. But wait… it's not anymore. Cuz you guys know about it now. Grr. Never mind me. Just keep reading and enjoying. Also, warning. THE STORY IS GOING TO START GETTING INTENSE SOON. Maybe not this chapter, or the one after this, but the plot is starting its downhill plunge! – AtomicLord.
Illidan was in pain. Not physical pain, but emotional pain. Being dead hurts more than living, Illidan realised with some feeling. Not that living would have been much better for the Betrayer. Every day, if you can measure the lengths of death, was more and more torture. Voices. All accusing him of crimes which he committed. It was all the more harder to endure when you didn't have a voice to respond with. Even if he could reply, there was no way he could deny the truth. After all, he was known as the Betrayer, not the Lier.
He wished it would end, every minute of his death. He wished that he had never died. He wished that something, anything, could pull him out of this eternal agony. He didn't know how long he waited. It was during a painful encounter with the voices of Malfurion his brother and Tyrande Whisperwind, when the dark and gloomy fog was penetrated by bright green flames. Fel flames. The power of Sargeras. That was when Illidan heard the voice, dark and terrible, full of terrible power, echo through his head. "Choose, Illidan Stormrage! Choose! Death, eternal suffering, or live! Live and dedicate your life to me. Choose now, Illidan," the voice of Sargeras had roared. Illidan felt torn apart. If he chose to escape this torment, it would mean betraying all those who thought that he was dead.
In the end, he made his decision, based on a rather foolish desire to see Tyrande again. "Let me see. Let me see Tyrande one more time! And I will serve you forever more, Sargeras," Illidan put the conditions on the board, but the Dark Titan had one more condition. "I will grant you the ultimate privilege, Night Elf. Become my servant. You shall become me! We shall become one." The voice of Sargeras crackled, like fire and ash, "Illidan Stormrage, I will give you a piece of my power. You shall be my fist, and together we will be conquer Azeroth as one."
Illidan was taken aback. To be one with his master? What does that mean? "What exactly do you mean, my lord?" Illidan asked cautiously. "You can be the Night Elf you were before consuming the Skull of Guldan, or you may take the form of a Demon. You may change forms between the two as you please. My powers of Omnipotence and Omniscience, will be transferred to you," Sargeras explained. Illidan considered Sargeras's words. To be almighty didn't sound so bad, and if he was one with his lord, he would never betray him. He took a deep breath and accepted.
The loud sound of thunder combined with Sargeras's laughter pierced through the fog. The Fel flames grew even brighter and whipped around Illidan, entering the Betrayer's eyes, mouth and nose. Illidan felt feverish, but as the pain of the flames began to fade, Illidan realised with immense pleasure and satisfaction that he could see! What joy there was to be able to see after being blind for so long! He glanced around at his surroundings. The blue sky, with beautiful clouds. Birds chirping, and a lake. Illidan hurried over to the water's reflective surface and glanced at himself. His had eyes! Not those horrible ghastly orbs which had replaced them, but real eyes!
Of course, Illidan noticed, his eyes where completely green. Unnatural as they seemed, they were far better than his old orbs. That was when he noticed something. The forest he was in was not that far from Nordrassil, the great Tree of the Night Elves. He and Malfurion had often wandered through this forest when they were small. Those were days of peace which Illidan longed to feel once again, but he was interrupted by a voice in his head. Illidan recognised this voice. This voice belonged to him, the Demon that was him. It told him to stop this and get on with whatever Sargeras had sent him here to do.
Illidan felt annoyed. Then he was struck by a thought and shifted into his Demon form. He immediately felt scared as his world went dark, but then green lines formed into his vision. He could see the trees. He could see birds! But he couldn't see the rocks, or the water? Illidan finally concluded that he was seeing life. His new Demon eyes could see life, as well as magic. He shifted back into his Night Elven form and studied his body. The strong sinewy muscles, which he had hoped would gain him some of Tyrande's approval when he was younger. The Fel tattoos were still on him though.
Well, all in all, not that bad, Illidan reflected afterwards. Then, without any clue as to where to go, decided to head over to Nordrassil. I might even get to see Tyrande!Illidan told himself. So, picking himself up off the ground, headed towards the direction of Darnassus. Illidan was only half way there when he realised he was unarmed. Illidan realised that his War Glaives of Azzinoth were not sent with him to Azeroth. Illidan felt suddenly weak and vulnerable, but he tightened his resolve and concentrated his power into the shape of his War Glaives. BOOM! Illidan looked in his hands, and there, sure enough, were his War Glaives.
After a short while of struggling and cursing, Illidan secured the War Glaives to his back. He then carried on for another while, until the eerie silence made Illidan agitated. There was no singing, no sounds of trade, not even the chatter which echoed a long way from Darnassus. Illidan looked up at the sky and saw that he was reaching Night Elven territory. The sky was filled with stars now, and Illidan remembered the Lord of the Burning Legion's words. As he had the thought, power flooded Illidan. It seemed Sargeras's word was believable.
Illidan could see. He could see everything in which would happen in the near future! He could see the past. He could see that he would arrive at his destination and… Darnassus… Nordrassil was gone. The tree had been burned down. No. There was no way this could have happened. Illidan shapeshifted into Demon form and launched himself into the air, his wings beating harder than he was breathing. Within minutes, Illidan arrived on where Nordrassil once stood. Where his home once stood. Now. There was almost nothing. Illidan spotted a branch, big enough to hold him, protruding from the scorched stump. Illidan half landed, half fell. What happened here? How?
Illidan searched the surroundings with his all-seeing eyes. Sylvanas Windrunner. The leader of the Horde. She… she would die for this. Illidan now discovered the extent of the power he had received from Sargeras. He could alter the future. Not just any future, he could alter the most likely future. Fortunately for Sylvanas, she was not part of the most likely future, for now. But Illidan promised himself that she would be, and the end would be slow and painful. Illidan glanced around again, seeing the evacuations and the desperate and dying Night Elves. They were already long gone. Tyrande. Was she among the dead?
Illidan searched desperately with his eyes, until he located her, with her head on Malfurion's chest in a castle. Illidan felt his blood boil. She was sleeping, he saw. Malfurion was almost dead, Illidan realised. And he could die, if Illidan didn't save him. Suddenly, Illidan realised what it was that Sargeras wanted from him. It was something he never wanted to do to Tyrande and Malfurion again. But he had to. He had to gain their trust, and then betray them.
Well? Was it good? Just saying, Omnipotence means almighty, so I decided that Illidan should have the power to alter the most likely future, and Omniscience is knowledge, or awareness. So, I decided that Illidan could see the future and the past. Note: This power is now Illidan's. It will now forever be Illidan's. So yeah. You guys enjoy this. Next chapter would be Illidan, Tyrande and Malfurion. I didn't get a review yet, but… I'm taking that as a sign that my story is good enough for you guys! Stay positive… Love you guys! Not romantically, just a figure of speech. But I mean it. I honest to God appreciate all my readers. Especially to those who read to the finish. Cuz half of my readers don't read anything except the first chapter. So, thanks if you read up to his point. –AtomicLord.