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November 23 1986,
Harry stared at his imp companion.
He'd spent more than a month in its company and Fizzik had certainly grown on him.
Harry had been busy studying from the tome and also had received tutoring from Fizzik on a few occasions.
The imp was content feeding of the magic in the area and staying close to Harry. Fizzik seemed delighted that Harry would often engage in conversation with him, exclaiming how most warlocks saw their summoned demons as nothing but tools and cannon fodder, often ignoring their very existence until their help was needed.
Under Fizziks watchful eye Harry learned how to drain the life and souls of his targets and to crystalize the targets souls into gems. Fizziks help proved invaluable when practicing on the local rats. He apparently knew a similar spell used to drain magical energy from targets to supplant his own. This spell worked on the same basis as the other two allowing Fizzik to teach Harry its general concepts.
When Harry was able to switch between the two spells without much effort Fizzik even showed Harry his own version and Harry was able to with some effort change his drain life spell into a bastardized mana drain.
He had even acquired quite a stack of soul shards from the local rats.
Next with Fizziks assistance he learned how to make these shards into soulstones and health stones.
When he had successfully made his first soulstone he promptly bound it to himself on Fizziks urging and stuffed it behind the boards on the sides of the cellar. Hiding his anchor to the mortal plane.
The last item of the book he'd learned and repeatedly practiced on Fizzik was the fear spell, sending Fizzik running in panic through the cellar in regular intervals.
However his imp had been appalled by his lack of any decent fire spells. Fizzik had set Harry down and had coached Harry into calling a greenish coloured fireball into life after which the imp had burst into gleeful ramblings about his apparent teaching skills and promptly engulfed Harry's leg in its best attempt at a hug.
But in another way the imp was a godsend. Through the month the weather was getting colder and there was a lot more heavy rainfall. December approaching, the first day with freezing temperatures was right around the corner.
However sleeping with the imp who due to its fire alignment had a very hot body temperature kept the cold at bay.
The reason Harry's magical studies had taken such a leap was because he'd avoiding leaving his den further than the alleys of the Chelsea harbour district.
His raid on the store a month ago had drawn the attention of the police. The day after the summoning he'd send Fizzik out to scout the state of the store and he'd spotted two police cars at its front.
But as of now Harry was staring at his imp companion. The imp sometimes left at night to explore the city. He'd demonstrated an illusion he used to take the shape of either a rodent or crow to navigate the city undetected.
Fizzik had however found another magical presence.
Fizzik had found this presence and wanted Harry to investigate.
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It was still early in the day when Harry with Fizziks help managed to locate the source of the magical presence. This source seemed to be a dingy pub on Sharing Cross road.
Fully kitted out in case the worst happened Harry set himself down on a nearby bench to stake out the location.
Scouting this location out provided proof of its magical nature. The people passing alongside the street didn't seem to see the pub, their eyes skipping over its location. Also people, mostly in long robes seemed to enter and leave the store going and coming from an alley across the street from which they disappeared with loud cracks.
Concluding these people where almost assuredly magical Harry entered the pub with Fizzik in a crow illusion on his shoulder, just as he'd seen some of these people enter with owls, his head kept low.
Only for a sudden tug at his ear from his companion.
Fizzik whispered in Harry's ear urging him to retreat for now.
As he made his way back the imp explained to him that as they'd gotten close he'd sensed a set of magical wards around the pub set to identify everyone entering and leaving the establishment.
The reason he'd stirred Harry away was that he couldn't tell what these wards couldn't identify, Fizzik explained that he'd encountered wards before that could ascertain the magic used by an individual. And Harry's magic had gotten a fel taint in the last couple months.
Another function of such wards Fizzik dutifully explained was to serve as a magical doorbell, alerting the owner of the property every time someone crossed the wards.
As the book had explained some time ago practitioners of his kind of magic weren't looked upon favourably and not wanting the people inside the pub alerted to his presence he chose not to enter the pub.
Making his way back he ordered Fizzik to scout out the magical signature at night.
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Shadow Lord Fel'dan read the reports the messengers had brought him in a cold sweat.
The war party trekking north through Ashenvale a month ago had started fortifying their position on the road in northern Ashenvale just south of Felwood.
The group seemed to consist of a large number of adventurers who'd set out from Darnassus and Stormwind to Silithus to combat the Quraji infestation in the south.
A large number of them had become enamoured with the Cenarion Circle and when the treat in Silithus was dealt with, a large number of the adventurers had stayed under the Circles employ.
The circle used the extra manpower to start a campaign against the demonic forces in northern Kalimdor, which so far had been very successful. They'd even managed to attract a small Horde following.
Cenarion circle druids lead the group and set it to purging the demonic presences in their holy forests. And these druids had with their fortified settlement barricaded the way between them and the south.
They had completely eviscerated the satyr camps in the last weeks, forcing a large stream of survivors into Felwood.
Missives for assistance had been sent out the week before, but only two large forces of the Underblade and the cult of the Dark Strand had arrived. The Burning Blade had sent a token force consisting mostly of necrolytes but the other cults had decided not to tangle with the volatile situation soon to unfold.
Luckily one of his contacts had managed to acquire the support of the Jadefire satyrs nestled between them and the border. Fortunately this was enough to placate lord Banehollow at the moment.
He'd set the new arrivals to corrupting the local wildlife to deter the approach of the enemy. The necrolytes had been set to raising the dead almost non-stop and binding them to rune stones in the defence of shadow hold.
However the reports read the enemy scouts were making their way to the Emerald sanctuary, a small Cenarion outpost at this very moment.
And he was responsible for the counterstrike, his objective to kill the scouts and raze the sanctuary.
He however couldn't spare the demons he still had left and was forced to send a party of satyrs to the sanctuary.
He hoped they'd succeed.
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Fizzik sat in the alley behind the Leaky Cauldron under a rat illusion, safely hidden beneath some large pieces of rubble.
His master had ordered him to scout the area.
He'd seen multiple people leaving to and fro from the pub and through a stone wall that transfigured itself into a doorway if the right sequence, which he'd already memorized, was pressed.
Waiting for an opportune moment to enter he thought about his current master. He'd been one of the first demons to be enslaved to the tome by Anetheron and had as such met many a master.
He'd felt the bond the book had with the old orc break the second his new master got attuned to it and had made himself scarce without a second thought. Refusing to return to either his old master or a prison world he'd set out exploring the world he'd found himself in.
Only to be summoned after a short while by his new master.
His new master, Harry, was by far the nicest so far. He treated Fizzik, not as some mindless burden but a being with thoughts of his own.
He had given him considerable freedom, even allowed him to eat food and hadn't tried to control him with the enslavement spells like all his other masters had done.
Master had the first week requested him countless times to call him Harry. Fizzik found the name 'Harry' a improper name for a warlock, it just sounded silly, his master wasn't even hairy!
His master had countless cans in his cellar that where filled with something his master called 'spam'. It was quite obvious the master didn't like it but Fizzik found it one of the greatest foods he'd ever eaten. Master had even told him he could eat them all. He was going to savour it.
He'd even started entering stores stealthily in his rat form to acquire more of the stuff.
His master had also a magical capacity large enough to fully sustain him. This was something that rarely happened and allowed him access to his illusions. Masters shadow bolts where even able to easily affect inorganic matter!
Maybe he could guide his master into summoning the others, he'd a debt to pay to Rakaiah for his escape after all.
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December 2 1986
Fizzik had diligently scouted the magical alleys behind the pub during the last week.
Harry was consequently told about their contents by his familiar. Fizzik had found many stores selling various magical items and books which he mostly claimed to be useless.
He'd also explored a multitude of the side alleys, where upon one seemed to hang a darker magical aura but he'd only found a handful of stores he deemed to call adequate here.
Fizziks latest report had been about a bank guarded by small, stout and ferocious creatures who'd been able to see through his illusion. They however hadn't showed any outward reactions to his appearance leading the imp to believe demons such as him were an unknown in this community. The lack of sources of fel energy in the area gave this idea some credibility.
Fizzik had started to urge him to summon his next demon familiar. He'd explained to his master that usually a warlock only kept one demon at a time by his side due to the strain put on one's magic. He'd explained to his masters his magical capacity was very large making him able to ignore the strain.
His master however wanted to summon a voidwalker, the next step in summoning according to the tome. He'd cautiously advised against the idea.
The tome had explained to his master voidwalkers where demons that would follow their masters with unquestionable loyalty and follow his every command.
Fizzik however had taken it upon himself to explain the other side of the coin.
He'd explained about the Burning Legion, the demons he summoned either belonging to the forces of its vast army or escaped and imprisoned no longer willing to endure the endless bloodshed.
He carefully explained to his master who was shooting him a paranoid look that he belonged to the second group, making his master utter a sigh of relief.
So he told his master how he'd refused to cooperate with and consequently betrayed his overseers only to be promptly shipped to Mardum for torture and imprisonment, only for a dreadlord to come along and bind the essence of himself and others to the tome his master was holding.
The tome forced him to come when summoned and serve his master, making him unable to lie directly to his master. It however had a secondary function. The demon could be summoned through the circle already present in the book instead of a drawn out circle, making the demon dependent on the tome for its magic to sustain themselves and enslaved to its wielder.
He urged his master to never summon a demon through the book except for the voidwalkers. Who lacked such a personalized circle in the book. Namely because there weren't any voidwalkers not in league with the legion.
Fizzik told his master they were beings of elemental energy, almost completely composed of shadow and chaos energy. Their touch could suck the life-force out of their victims.
All voidwalkers followed the greatest of their kind: the voidlord Dimensius. Therefore many of the wiser warlocks chose to forego the summoning of a voidwalker to prevent information from leaking to the voidlord.
Lastly he told about the destruction of the planet K'aresh by the voidlord. The ethereal species, beings completely composed out of arcane energy had fled the planet. This made voidwalkers and their summoners unwelcome among their people who were found virtually everywhere as the primary race of traders among the stars.
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The information provided by his imp was a lot to take in. He had decided to forego the summoning of a voidwalker on the urging of Fizzik.
Fizziks confession however didn't make him trust the imp. He may be unable to lie but that didn't stop him from withholding information.
Although the information provided about the legion after some further prodding secured the belief in Harry that he should stay unaffiliated with them. It wouldn't do draw their focus towards him after all.
Narrowing his eyes at the imp Harry asked the creature: 'then what do you suggest my next summon should be'?
'A succubus master', the imp proclaimed. 'The tome should have the instructions for the summoning of three succubae, triplets. Bound to the it in person, like I was'.
Opening the book to the relevant page, the book described the succubae as beautiful women with large batwings, well versed in the arts of pleasure and pain. They have the ability to manipulate those weak of will. These creatures are very intelligent and wilful, often seeing their master as their property and extremely jealous of others of the opposite sex when they have dealings with their master.
The book displayed three circles for the summoning of succubae, the centre runes which were supposed to display the demons name differed for each.
'Why would you have me summon these three succubae Fizzik'? Harry asked the imp.
Gaze averted to the ground Fizzik answered: 'The three succubae to who these circles apply are sisters master.' 'The dreadlord Anetheron had them added to the tome when they attempted to flee from the legion, they were to join a rebellious faction of demons going against the Legion. The dreadlord as punishment enslaved them to the tome'.
Fizzik continued: 'When you got your hand on this book the bond I had with my previous master was broken allowing me to escape from his custody. The three succubae, being greater demons had a stronger bond and are thus still forced to save my old master until a summoning occurs which breaks this bond'.
'Rakaiah, the succubus described in the left circle, helped me escape, I owe her a favour master'.
Alright Harry sighed 'you've convinced me. I'll start drawing out the first circle and we'll go looking for reagents tonight, do you by any chance also know which reagents are required? The book doesn't say?'
'They're women master' the imp exclaimed snickering 'I hardly understand what goes on in their heads, through chocolate often does the trick'.
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Fel'dan sat in his rooms staring at his personal notes. Banehollow had known, he had known the very minute when his grimoire had gone missing.
Banehollow had called him useless without his crutch. It was some perverse game for the dreadlord to see him flail about in an attempt to keep his powerbase intact with a large portion of his power missing.
This amusement ended however when none of the satyrs he'd sent out to the sanctuary had managed to return. The forces of the Cenarion Circle had consequently marched up the slopes towards the sanctuary splitting them of from the large satyr presence still present in the ruins of Costellas to the southwest and the secret routes leading to the safety of Darkshore.
Banehollow had appointed one of the new arrivals from the Burning Blade by the name of Jugkar Grim'rod to his previous position when his rage had subsided. He himself had luckily not been put to death, he could still be of use when the enemy invaded as a glorified doorstop.
He'd been placed in his old rooms and tasked to remain there and to start, with the help of the necrolytes, the resurrection of as many undead druids as possible for the upcoming attack.
Jugkar had upon his arrival brought a felguard with him. Rathorian, the name of the demon, had been placed in his chambers acting as an overseer to prevent any more mistakes on his part.
It isn't as if things could get any worse.
A shout came from the entrance of the hold: 'enemy forces have been spotted at the first watchtower, they're attacking!'
Curse his rotten luck.
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Harry and Fizzik where going through the various packed foodstuffs Harry had acquired from the store a month ago in the hope of finding something useable for the ritual, he luckily had enough salt left for the three circles.
Harry was about done with his pile having had no success finding anything. So as he discarded the last cans of food Harry looked over towards Fizzik.
The imp seemed to take considerably longer searching through his foodstuffs. This was mainly because each can of spam was reverently picked out, hugged, kissed, polished and dragged over to a separate pile.
Hiding a smile at Fizziks peculiar behaviour Harry called out to Fizzik he was done and already would start drawing out the left circle in the book, meant for Fizziks succubus friend.
Grabbing one of the bags of salt Harry set drawing the circles for the ritual.
Knowing what he was doing he made a lot faster progress then the first time. Regularly checking the correctness of his work he saw he made far fewer mistakes then the first time.
As he was about done an hour later Fizzik had finally managed to go through all his foodstuffs shouting a cry of triumph as he brought one item forward towards Harry.
With a large grin he held above his head a large jar of chocolate paste. Harry's grin matched the imps own.
Finishing up the circle, Fizzik pointing out some mistakes he'd made as he reverently put the jar of chocolate paste in one of the three circles for ritual items.
'What now master'? Fizzik asked.
'We'll need two more ritual items Fizzik, what would you suggest'?
The imp, taking on a thinking pose started to exclaim all the things he knew others liked in their circles. Through his ravings it seemed that circles for succubae when a ritual component was added had items attributed to pain, seduction and femininity.
Young as Harry was he'd be unable and unwilling to get anything along the first two lines, which left the last category.
A quick discussion with his imp had both going their own way searching for an additional item.
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That afternoon Harry set out travelling deeper into the city.
He had a clear idea what he should get as a ritual item. Fizzik would probably steal some beauty products like shampoo's so he had decided to avoid those. He'd set out to get some roses, which some gardens near the city centre always seemed to have large amounts of when shown on the telly.
So Harry made his way past Chelsea harbour traveling over the Chelsea Embankment following the road alongside the Tames shore, signs on the roads side pointing to Westminster Abbey in the distance.
He stopped his trek however when the first of the many parks in London came in sight. Raneligh gardens said a large comforting sign standing above a gateway. He'd heard of flower shows given here on the radio Harry recalled, back when he still lived with the Dursleys.
Entering the park Harry however encountered the first snag in his plan.
It was December.
The flowers he was after weren't present aside from some bushels of snow clocks still growing on the sides of the paved park roads.
A large part of the park also didn't seem accessible and seemed to belong to an hospital.
Leaving the park Harry resolutely continued his trek down the waterside.
Luck was with him as he encountered another park. This one went by the name of St. George Square and wasn't very large.
As Harry circled the park a closer examination provided also no flowers.
The creeping feeling about the impending doom of his mission was luckily for Harry on the other side of the park forestalled by a couple of signs pointing down Belgrave road showing the direction of Hyde park, Green park and St. James park.
How many parks did this city have?
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As Harry walked down Belgrave road, crossed Belgrave square and was nearing Piccadilly he was glad he'd chosen to wear some of the better clothes he'd taken. They didn't make him seem to out of place with the large amounts of shoppers buying gifts fort the fast approaching Christmas holidays.
He got some odd looks as a six year old walking alone down the street but the green and red sweater he wore, displaying a smiling reindeer gave him in general a very gaudy look. This oddly enough seemed to stop the local people from approaching him.
Crossing Piccadilly he saw a smattering of parks and his prize.
In front of a palace in the middle of three parks was a square riddled with tourists. On this square stood a statue mate of white marble with a golden angel on top. Surrounding the statue where a number of flowerbeds.
Unknown to Harry fresh flowers got planted regularly in the winter to keep the flowerbeds in pristine shape in honour of the Queen Victoria Memorial.
And Harry, making his way through the crowd found himself soon standing near the flowerbeds and when nobody was watching quickly snatched a couple hands of red roses tucking them beneath his sweater.
Quickly making himself scarce he set on his return journey.
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By the time Harry returned to his hideout it was dark.
Tired he entered the underground basement only to find Fizzik waiting for him. Apparently the imp had arrived sometime before him because Fizzik had built a throne out of the cans he'd scavenged earlier that day, upon which he sat snoring.
Laying the roses in the second ritual space with a tired sigh Harry looked inquisitively towards the imp and asked what item he'd managed to scavenge for the ritual.
The imp simply walked to Harry's makeshift bed, the clothes he'd stolen from the store a month ago and had no use for, and tore a summer dress out of the pile it's label still attached and displaying it was for sale.
'What'? Fizzik questioned 'Women like clothes right'?
Harry felt a sudden urge to throttle the imp. He'd trekked half the day through London in search of the right item while Fizzik just picked a random item from the stash beside him.
'Then why did you have to leave'? Harry ground out through gritted teeth.
'To get the candles master', Fizzik exclaimed. 'It's tradition, we need to do this with candles at midnight'.
Grabbing the dress and laying it in the circle Harry felt a headache developing as he ground out: 'tradition'?
'Yes master, I read you know' the imp said defensively as he pulled a couple of books from underneath his new chair. The books clearly had seen better days and had several pages sticking out and others missing.
'Tradition should be followed' Fizzik said imperiously, stretching out his hand to give Harry the books.
'I didn't know you could read', Harry said absentmindedly, carefully examining the books who's titles turned out to be Macbeth and the wizard of Oz.
Eyeing Fizzik who'd started setting up and lighting various candles around the circle Harry sighed and said: 'This isn't necessary you know'.
'Yet oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the instrument of darkness tell us', Fizzik exclaimed pointing at the candles.
Sighing at the poor quote Harry decided to just give in. 'Prepare your traditions them I'm getting some sleep'.
Flopping down on his makeshift bed he'd caught Fizzik saying: 'Sleep no more! Fizzik does murder sleep'.
'Why the wizard of Oz by the way'? Harry asked fearing the answer. 'I feel a relation with Toto' the imp mumbled, 'What he must go through following such a inconsiderate human master all the time'.
Harry groaned, this was going to be a long night.
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Fel'dan had instructed the acolytes still under his command to start barricading the entrance to his chambers.
Five hours ago Cenarion Circle forces had marched up the road and confronted the border outposts.
The enemy forces had made their way towards the main plaza of Jaedanar, right before the entrance of shadow hold. The enemy had halted their assault there and started to kill all the stragglers left in the area while at the same time filling the entrance with burning debris, unsuccessfully trying to smoke them out.
His new overseer Rathorian allowed him to start barricading the door between their room and the torture room bordering the satyr quarters.
It would have been fulfilling to see the sliver of fear in the felguards eyes on any other occasion.
He hadn't spared Rakaiah a glance still brandishing the whip against the by now long dead captives Trey Lightforce and Arko'narin. She had her orders, a standard whip and defend, no need to change them now.
Sounds of battle suddenly filtered in from the entrance of the hold. They'd started to invade already!
Spurring the acolytes further on in their impromptu fortification effort he and Rathorian started lending aid to get the tunnel barricaded as quickly as possible.
The barricade was almost complete now but the sounds of battle drifted closer and closer.
Among the din of battle a shout of 'No pathetic druids will deny me my birth right'! was heard.
There went Xavalis Fel'dan thought thinking about the satyr two rooms in front of them. At least the dead of that blowhard is something I can thank them for.
As they waited they managed to complete a makeshift barrier. As the sounds of battle came closer and closer they saw images starting to move at the edge of their vision, moving to the prison cells.
So they were looking for the prisoners then?
They'd not get them back alive at least, Fel'dan thought in grim glee as out of his other eye he witnessed Rakaiah still brutalising their corpses with her whip.
A shout of 'Arko'! was heard from a night elf female standing at the edge of the torture chamber, rushing in a rage towards the succubus, others following right behind her.
As soon as she saw the state of the corpses she saw red.
Brandishing her blade she ran shouting at Rakaiah in an attempt to avenge her friends dead.
Only for her sword to travel though a dense mist. As the mist faded the words 'try not to miss me too much' where heard seemingly a whisper upon the wind.
The target of her anger gone the night elf slumped to her knees beside the alter, bawling her eyes out.
'Weak fool', muttered Fel'dan , 'set the barricade aflame, that'll deter them'. The fading of Rakaiah had not been missed by him. Someone had gotten their hands on his tome, a growl of rage crossed his lips, and was summoning his demons.
Fel'dan however failed to notice the two succubae standing behind him looking at the place Rakaiah had stood with looks of relief on their faces.
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Fizzik sat on his chair made out of spam cans grumbling, fireball alight in his hand, lighting up the room, as Harry performed the ritual.
He had refused to wait till midnight to perform the ritual, had allowed Fizzik only to light the number of candles he called the basic minimum, and had refused to utter the chant while dancing naked. Although the big black shirt Harry wore, coming past his knees, was according to Fizzik sufficient for the mood of a ritual such as this.
Going through the steps the ritual was very similar to the one he'd used to summon Fizzik, only as the ritual progressed the ball of smoke forming in the centre was larger than the one from before and small flames appeared at the edges of the inner ring.
The flames seemed to startle Fizzik and he suddenly completely serious shouted towards Harry 'Don't stop the ritual! Rakaiah is forcing her way towards us, the friction is creating these flames'.
'She's speeding up the ritual', he uttered in wonder, quickly standing up and making his way towards Harry.
This was proven when as soon as the second turn was over the succubus appeared. But instead of standing proud as Fizzik had done she crumbled to the ground in a sobbing heap.
'Rakaiah'? Fizzik questioned softly 'are you alright? I convinced this human to summon you here'.
Looking up from her constant sobs Rakaiah seemed to swivel towards Fizziks voice, making brief eye contact with the imp as her gaze bore into Harry's.
'My sisters'! she cried out 'Please summon them quickly, they're about to die'!
Harry with a pained look hastily explained that he couldn't break the circle until an arrangement had been agreed on.
This issued a wail of despair from Rakaiah's throat.
'What if our arrangement is to discuss an agreement after this business is settled' Harry asked curiously. Seeing the succubus's hopeful look he quickly added a 'civilly' behind his sentence.
'I accept those terms, I won't harm you master if you break the circle' she urged.
'You know she can't lie, the book prevents it, she won't harm you' Fizzik said.
'I accept' Harry said, his right foot already gliding through the outer salt line while shouting towards the succubus to clear the ritual items.
As soon as the circle disrupted itself Rakaiah scooped the various items up and quickly evacuated the circle.
Harry and Fizzik immediately started restoring the circle to its previous state.
Grabbing some salt Harry started writing Moora's name in the northern quadrant while shouting out: 'Fizzik, I'm writing both their names in the circle, can the ritual sustain the magical force'.
'You'd be forced to provide some of your own magic master, shoulder some of the burden as it were' Fizzik hastily replied, 'or we could add an additional circle, but that will take at least an hour'.
As Harry turned to write Salia's name in the southern quadrant he shouted: 'I'll provide some of my own.'
Both quickly finishing the restoration of the circle Harry set to summoning once again. He went through the steps in a slightly higher pace as he once again paced around the circle.
The cellar was avoid of any sounds except Harry's chanting and the quiet sobs of Rakaiah, who'd retreated to one of the corners of the room.
Smoke and large amounts of fire soon started to appear in the circle as the two succubae forced their way through the nether towards their new summoner.
After three turns around the circle, a small bang echoed through the cellar as two succubae suddenly forced their way into the material plane. One of the two gravely wounded.
Shouting to Fizzik to get the health stones they'd stocked up over the last month he spoke to the two new arrivals: 'Agree to discuss civilly an arrangement after she has been aided', while pointing at the downed blue skinned succubus.
The red skinned unharmed succubus in the circle looked at him diverting her gaze from her sister, eyes widening in realization. The words 'I agree' almost immediately burst from her throat, her wounded sister only a few seconds later after her urging.
Quickly once again breaking the circle Harry made his way to the wounded succubus and checked over her wound.
She had a deep gash from her shoulder to her lower abdomen. She was lucky her heart and lungs where missed.
Fizzik ran towards him with the health stones as he started casting a health funnel spell towards the downed succubus, converting his own magical energy into life energy for the demon.
This was the latest spell he'd been working on due to Fizziks urging. The imp had told him it would be great if he could master it so he could heal his companions if harm befell them.
The spell was still a work in progress doing less healing then it should but even then it was making remarkable progress, already seeming to slowly stop the bleeding.
For the next hour the cellar was silent as a young boy poured his magical energy through a spell into a demon to make her heal. Once every fifteen minutes the boy would utilize a life tap, cannibalizing his own life force to refill his magic reserves, swallowing a health stone directly after.
As the wound started to scab over, immediate danger gone, the boy was dead tired yet continued on.
As muscles started to knit together inside the wound and tissue started to reform, the boy continued blinking black spots out of his vision.
Barely cognisant he continued on as the skin over the wound itself started to return, taking on a healthy blueish sheen.
When the succubus finally rose from the ground her wound healed, the boy fell over fainted from fatigue. The last thing he felt before his conscious left the waking plane was arms catching him as he fell.
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Through a vast underground cavern ran a scream: 'No… No!, This is my domain! You cannot have… it'.
This shout came from the dreadlord standing tall at the caverns back, who promptly cast a massive carrion swarm spell at the first line of attackers advancing towards his defenders.
'Pathetic mortals, I will build a new empire on your corpses'! it shouted as his spell overtook most of the attackers.
Still the losses from his side where severe. Grimrod, the newly appointed overseer of Shadow Hold lay dead a few feet away, his corpse charred by the overpowered fire blast that had slain him.
Somewhere before him Fel'dan sagged to the ground, arrow protruding through his left knee, screaming in pain as he ordered his two succubae to defend him.
The blue one, stepping forward faced a warrior coming towards her, broadsword in hand, already swinging his blade.
But a second after the sword connected it passed right through the succubus, cleaving her masters head of.
As both succubae disappeared, one gravely wounded, their last words: 'Next time I'll be the master' and 'Don't do anything I wouldn't do', where heard by the dreadlords ears.
A shudder of fury ran through its body. Fel'dan was truly an utterly incompetent. He should never allowed the warlock to rise as far through the ranks as he did.
He was aware the warlock had lost Anetherons grimoire but he wasn't aware someone else was using it.
Seeing his forces rapidly starting to dwindle and seeing the day was lost Banehollow ran to the back most chamber of the hold, his personal portal chamber.
Hastily uttering the chant used to activate one of his personal portals anchored here he felt himself gliding through the nether to the closest Legion gateway available.
As the highest ranking member of the Legion on Azeroth pulled himself through the portal he seethed in anger.
Appearing in the Manorroc Coven in southern Desolace a shout of rage rippled from his lungs as he'd gained his first lungful of air.
Calming himself down, putting a tight leash on his rage he took stock of where he was.
Desolace, the place offered endless possibilities. The Legion presence was large in the south, far larger than the Alliance and Horde, according to his spies, thought it was.
He'd first need to inform the local commander, the doomlord Azrethoc of the state of affairs and place him under his banners and get a message to his superiors. He would then make his way northeast towards the large satyr presence in the region to secure their loyalty.
Lastly he would make his way to Thunder Axe Fortress guarding the only mountain pass that gave entrance to this region from the north, which was firmly in hands of the Burning Blade.
He would settle there for the time being, licking his wounds and building his forces.
The legion had plans for this region. Although they weren't meant to be actualized for another ten years the need for additional legion forces after the fall of Shadow Hold would see these plans enacted far sooner.
But first, he'd need to find a corpse to disguise himself. His and the legions interests where far better served if he was undercover.
If he had a disguise he could sent a message to his master, Lord Anetheron.
The enemies focus would be on Felwood for the moment giving him enough time to disappear form their radar.
Every loss would only strengthen his hatred further, lending him greater strength to perform the Legions tasks.
For the glory of Lord Kil'Jaeden!
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AN: so this is the fourth chapter and it's over 6000 words, my largest chapter so far! I've already started on the next chapter and i'm past the 5000 mark already!
As you guys have seen, this chapter had a teaser for diagon alley although i dont plan on sending Harry headfirst into the magical world ...yet.
I'll probably won't be writing about Banehollow for a while although the events here at the end will have an impact later in the story, a sort of butterfly effect if you will.
Another warcraft character will make an appearance in the next chapter, i like to think an unexpected one.
I really started to dislike Fel'dan as the story progressed so I felt really good finishing him off, that arrow through the knee felt really therapeutic for me.
As for the succubus summoning: Nutella is love, Nutella is life.
* I will put the rating to M for the next chapter, because I'm dealing with succubae and i'm paranoid*
Thanks for the many positive reviews!