AN - Sorry about updating so late into the night, I went to go buy a new car today and this dickhead kept me there for damn near three hours while I had to chip away at him to get me down to a decent APR. Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter XIV: Whispers
13 ADP, 12th Day of the Tenth Moon
The thunderous applause and cheers rang out across the ruins of old Alterac as he went back inside with Beve. They entered a sitting area that had been cleaned and furnished, waiting for their guests to arrive.
It didn't take long for them to enter. The first one in followed by his guards was King Galen of Stromgarde and his first official ally. His fellow king walked up to him and shook his hand with a grin "A rousing speech Menma, put mine own to shame!" He said good-naturedly.
"Thank you Galen." He said gesturing for his wife "Galen this is my wife Beve Uzumaki formerly Perenolde."
"A pleasure," Beve said, daintily offering her hand.
"The pleasure is all mine milady." Galen said as he placed a simple kiss upon her knuckles before moving back. "I shant keep you any longer my friend, I can see the others are eager to speak with you as well." With a clap to the arm Galen moved off to the side where servants had platters of food and drink lined up along tables.
The next ones to approach were Prince Kael'thas dressed in full regalia, Jaina in a beautiful seagreen dress and Antonidas in fancier robes than usual. "Beve these are Prince Kael'thas of Quel'thalas, Princess Jaina Proudmoore of Kul Tiras and Lord Antonidas of Dalaran. Friends, this is my wife Beve." He could see the slightly tightening in Jaina's smile but she was able to keep her reaction under control.
Beve smiled at them all "It's a pleasure to meet some of Menma friends and confidants, I hope you all continue to look after my darling husband."
"Menma congratulations on your ascension, I only hope my people treat me as kindly when it is my turn to ascend the throne." Kael'thas joked as he shook his student's hand.
"Thanks Kael. Jaina, you're looking lovely, " Menma complimented, noticing the anchor pinned to her dress. "You're representing your father today?" He asked somewhat surprised.
"Yes. The Lord Admiral sends his congratulations as well as an offer of alliance, we can discuss the terms later if you are interested." She replied curtly. "My congratulations as well in achieving your dream Menma." Jaina continued more softly and shared a short embrace with him.
"Thanks." He replied with a smile before turning to the last member "Lord Antonidas, thank you for attending today."
"Oh-ho, and how could I not?" The man said as he shook Menma's hand. "I still remember the lost young man I met a year and a half ago and now look at you, a King! Truly a story for the ages."
Menma laughed "Every ballad starts somewhere right?"
"Quite, quite! Now come along, we must'n tarry, I believe I spotted some of Alterac's famous cheese and it seems to be going quickly!" The old man said as he ushered the other two away. Next to greet them were the representatives for the other nations that he wasn't close friends with.
Ironforge and Gnomeregan had sent people he had never met before. Gilneas actually had the balls to send Isiden Perenolde, Beve's cousin who seemed none too pleased at Menma's ascension but given that he was married to Beve and already had a trueborn heir on the way, his rule was all but set in stone.
Lordaeron had sent prince cuckold who was trying and failing to catch Jaina's attention, what with her already being annoyed at meeting Menma's wife and Arthas making her mood worse, it wasn't long until she lost her patience and stormed out of the room.
Lastly the Kingdom of Azeroth or Stormwind as they've come to rename it sent a most intriguing woman. Tall, black haired and fair skinned. She wore a dressed of red and violet with a design that mimicked scales, that along with her vibrant purple eyes reminded him of Onyxia.
She approached with a swagger to her hips and a charming smile. "King Menma, Queen Beve." The young woman greeted with a low bow, allowing him to clearly see down her cleavage given the boob window in her dress. "My name is Katrana Prestor, adviser and ambassador to my King Varian Wrynn who sends his congratulations and best regards."
That solidified it. Prestor? This was absolutely fucking Onyxia, did she honestly believe she could get away with still using that name after the whole Daval Prestor is Deathwing thing? Is she actually an idiot?
Of course Menma didn't allow his inner thoughts to betray any emotion and simply smiled back and greeted her warmly. "Be welcome in my home Lady Prestor, please enjoy some refreshments."
"By your leave, Majesties." She curtsied and walked off.
"You were checking her out." Beve whispered into his ear.
"That's because she's a dragon." He whispered back with a smile getting a shocked look from his wife. "Easy now dear, let me handle this, show nothing."
"R-Right." She schooled her features and went back to greeting their guests with all of the noble regality she could uphold.
Menma had long since tattooed a permanent seal for both Samehada and Kubikiribocho on each of his wrists so if Onyxia so much as even smiled at him the wrong way, she was getting that pretty little face of her's shaved right off.
Rhonin, Angela, Jandice and Vereesa had all come as well. Rhonin congratulated him earnestly along with Angela who was none too bothered by the fact he was married, after all he had taken her just last week as if nothing had changed.
Jandice seemed a bit put off having to attend the ceremony but she had offered her own congratulations as well as passing off her Master Kel'thuzad's own. Menma briefly wondered if she thought this was a funeral considering she was dressed in black from top to bottom.
Knowing her she would probably find a funeral more enjoyable.
Vereesa had clearly reigned in her emotions upon meeting Beve and was at least able to greet his wife cordially given that he had told her months ago that this would happen, it had only just hit her however. Still she was able to offer her own congratulations before shuffling off.
The rest were mostly just nobles from the Syndicate who had joined his faction and supported his and Beve's rule. The party was a simple affair and he had gotten to talk a bit more with his friends along with Jaina who had returned later on to give him her father's offer of alliance which was more of a trade agreement than anything.
Night soon came and he left his bed, walking down the hall to a certain wing he had cleaned and refurbished for the visiting dignitaries. He had made sure that his servants placed Katrana in this room specifically.
He used his spare key to unlock the door and enter the room, silently closing the door before activating the silencing seals on the door. Katrana's senses picked up the sudden foreign scent in the room and she instantly woke up and reached for her staff.
"Ah-ah-ah," Menma chided pointing Samehada at her, "No sudden movements Lady Prestor... or should I say Onyxia?"
He could feel her shock and could see her gears beginning to turn. "Let's not do anything rash now Last Prestor. Do you know what this is?" Menma asked as he gestured at the strange spiky thing that was snapping its maw at her. With a bit of focus she could tell that it was devouring her ambient magical aura. "This is the sword I used to kill your father, and unless you want to meet a similar fate I'd suggest you sit your ass back down."
"Of- Of course." She said, raising her hands in surrender and gazing at the sword wearily. If that thing had been what slayed her father, Deathwing, one of the Aspects, she had no doubt in her mind that it would make short work of her.
"Why are you here? Surely Varian could have sent someone else?"
"I-" Onyxia took a moment to clear her throat and gave him her full attention. "I came here to investigate you myself. I had learned from Varian that the one who slayed my father had recently successfully installed himself as the King of Alterac and asked that I be allowed to come here." She answered truthfully.
"Why? Revenge?"
"No..." She paused thinking over the correct word she would like to use, "Sanctuary."
Menma raised an eyebrow. "...Sanctuary."
"Yes." She nodded seriously, "The Black Dragonflight is beset on all sides. The Red Queen has ordered her flight to begin purging the black dragons, the Blue and Green Dragonflights have also eagerly set upon my kind."
"Heartbreaking, truly, but what makes you think I care?"
"You are Alexstrasza's champion, you hold a certain sway among her court... if... if you were to grant me amnesty I would be forever in your debt." It looks like it visibly hurt the woman/dragon to say that but she did seem desperate. "With the disappearance of my mother, I am the last chance for my kind to survive. My brother... he's begun rallying his followers and intends to bring the fight to the Queen on Dragonblight but I fear he will merely bring ruin upon us all."
"Again why should I care? If Nefarian goes and gets himself killed along with the rest of your accursed flight, that's all the better." Menma responded.
"Because..." She sighed "If you can convince the Red Queen to spare me, I can lay a clutch of eggs free of my father or brother's corruption. Even if you turn me to a slave and use me as you wish, I only ask that you allow me to continue my Flight."
Her pride broken, she no longer held her arms up and merely slumped in defeat "Every night I hear them, those maddening whispers that took hold of my Father and Brother but you were able to free the Red ones from their control, I was hoping..."
"That I could do the same for you?"
"Yes." She replied in an exhausted tone. "I do not wish to lose myself to their influence, I would sooner take you as a Master than them."
Menma lowered his sword and gave her a curious look. "Who is them?"
She looked up at him, eyes holding an edge of fear "The Old Ones, the gods that ruled this world before the titans came. They lay sleeping, plotting, it is only a matter of time before they make their move."
Menma frowned. "You do realize that Nefarian has to die right? He's too far gone."
"Y-Yes... I've witnessed my brother's madness first hand. I have visited him multiple times over the past months, begging him not to go through with his plans but he never listens, I fear it is indeed too late for him."
Menma gave the woman a long hard look and to her credit she didn't look away. "I'll see what I can do."
A relieved gasp left the young woman and she laid her head low. "Thank you my Lord." Even if it cost her freedom, her pride and her self-worth, Onyxia refused to allow her race to die out.
"This will hurt." Her eyes shot up as she felt dark power coalesce around the newest king. His smile somehow even darker than the very power of the Void he so casually commanded. "A lot."
It was only due to the silencing seals that the castle was unawoken by the howling screams the future Broodmother of the Void Dragonflight let out. The she-dragon thrashed on the floor in agony as her very being was altered and infused with the powers of the cold dark, it felt like three eternities to her but eventually the endless pain lessened to a numb feeling that seemed to pervade her entire being.
Panting and wide-eyed she could do little more than lie there on the ground and stare at the boots of the person nay monster she had so willingly bound herself to, only now wondering just how erroneous her course of action may have been.
"Get up." He commanded.
With a grunt of effort she was able to push herself to a sitting position but the ever-present numbness remained. Then she noticed something, the whispers, while not gone had instead shifted? Instead of the voices of the Old ones she instead heard only the muted mutterings of something else?
They however nearly disappeared if she actively ignored them, that at least she could work with. Glancing up at her new... Master she could only shiver slightly at the hungry look in his eyes. "The Void-" He began, crouching down and taking hold of her chin, moving it this way and that way as if inspecting some great creation. "Has accepted your proposal."
She gave him a questioning look "Th-The Void?" Mentally she cursed how feeble that sounded but she hadn't felt fear like this since she was a child witnessing her Father's rage.
"Mhm." He made a sound of approval before looking over at the mirror by her desk. "See for yourself."
As she stepped in the way of the mirror she had to hold in a gasp. Her skin had paled even more than before, eyes turning a startling blue and her hair had gone from a midnight black to a very dark blue. "What?"
"Congratulations Onyxia you are now a Voidborne, a carrier of the Cold Dark. The Black dragons are a cursed bloodline and destined for ruination, thankfully your children will no longer be Black dragons but Void dragons. This separation of the Dragonflights will be your salvation, and your imprisonment. You no longer serve your own interests but mine and through me the Void." He pointed to an intricate marking across her neck that at first glance could be dismissed as a choker. "This is your Mark of Servitude, bear it well."
With that Menma left the room and returned to his quarters, more than pleased with tonight's events. With a bit of luck and wordplay he should be able to call in a favor with the Red Queen to allow him to keep his new Dragonflight.
000
13 ADP, 15th Day of the Eleventh Moon
Chromie who had originally been tracking down the anomaly that had appeared in the Prime Timeline over a year a go had been forced to give up her investigation shortly after, being recalled to the Cavern of Time as they needed all of their Dragonflight to help fend off the beings known only as the Infinite Dragonflight.
For the past several weeks now they had been receiving reports of Lost Timelines, subsumed by the Infinite Dragonflight and they were losing the war. Because of this she had no choice but to voice an idea to the Head of her Dragonflight. "I propose we hire adventurers to aid us against these beings, we're losing ground and fast, we're surrounded on all sides. Any longer and we'll be wiped out."
Nozdormu grunted and grumbled as he mulled over her suggestion before nodding. "It shall be so, Alexstrasza has called for meeting in a month's time. Soridormi shall introduce your idea to the council then."
"Understood." Chromie replied before returning to her post, watching the timeline that lead to the alternate Battle for Mount Hyjal, one of the most recent hiccups in the timeline that had taken a drastic change to what it was before.
Alongside her were many other of her kin that were prepared for battle should the Infinite Dragons invade the Primary Timeline through this rift in Time-Space. She could only hope that they would be able to hold-out until help arrived.
000
13 ADP, 20th Day of the Twelfth Moon
Menma looked at the boy held in Beve's arms with curiosity. Spiky blonde hair, deep blue eyes and born with both some sort of fusion of chakra and mana.
He had actually wondered if his son would retain his own black hair but given that he himself was born blond he figured that might not be the case. More importantly he didn't have Kurama's whisker marks as that would be a dead giveaway to any illegitimate children he may have in the future.
"He doesn't bite, Dear." His wife chuckled, "Well... not yet at least." She finished with a grimace.
"I'm inspecting him." Menma answered. "He has... mana... a lot of it."
"Just like his father."
"Have you thought of a name?" The boy had been born nearly a month ago and still didn't have one.
Beve considered the question for a moment as she cradled her sleeping son closer to her. "Here in Alterac we generally don't name our children until they reach their first birthday... it's less painful that way should they not survive their first winter."
"Hmm." Menma grunted before shaking his head. "He's my blood, he'll survive. Give him a name."
Beve looked unsure but nodded all the same. "Saren... Prince Saren Uzumaki."
Menma rubbed his chin as he thought over the name. "Saren huh?"
"How go the repairs?" Beve asked as she gently rocked her son to sleep.
"Well," Menma answered as he looked out a window that overlooked his kingdom. "My clones are providing the majority of the workforce but by hiring some of the peasantry it will help jump start the economy."
"When do you think?"
"Four... maybe five years?" Menma shrugged "I would have my clones work around the clock but people would get suspicious."
"Humm." Beve nodded, thinking around the same time-frame. "What will you be doing?"
"I'll leave a clone to manage any work I have here while I continue my studies in Dalaran." Menma replied, walking over to lay down beside her. "As soon as you're able you will need to take over as the public face of Alterac, with our plan I won't be able to stay here all of the time."
Beve sighed but nodded. "I know beloved, I will start as soon as I am able to walk well enough again. Thankfully Felicia will be around to help care for Saren."
"I still don't trust her."
"Felicia and I have been my friend and handmaiden since we were children, I trust her." Menma grunted but said nothing. "When does the next stage of the plan begin?"
"That old shit Terenas has begun proposing an increase in taxes to help Varian rebuild Stormwind. Galen and I will oppose his plan but if he pushes the issue then we'll allow it for a few years before seceding from the Alliance and officially starting the Empire."
"And the Dragon?" Beve asked with a scowl.
Menma grinned. "We have something special planned."
000
13 ADP, 11th Day of the Twelfth Moon
A great beast of luminescent purple coloring soared through the skies of the frozen wasteland, they had been flying for nearly the entire day and even her great size and powerful wings did not make the trip to the frozen tip of the world any shorter.
Night was beginning to fall and with it he began to see the fabled Aurora lights of the Borean Tundra.
He pulled his coat closed as a particularly cold wind hit him. The temperature regulating seals in his coat helped a lot as well as channeling fire nature chakra throughout his body but really they didn't call Northrend the Frozen North for nothing.
It was fucking cold but by his guess they would arrive at the Temple in about an hour or so and would be able to take shelter within for the night.
Menma had sent a letter to Korialstrasz nearly two months ago that he wished to meet with the Dragon Queen and the Council concerning the fate of the Black Dragonflight as well as the Aspect of Earth he still held. He had received word a few weeks later that she would summon the council for him and they would convene on the twelfth day of the twelfth moon.
In that month he and his new Broodmother had devised a plan, with her no longer a Black dragon but now one of the Void she had become immune to the corruption of the Old Ones and thus Menma would propose Onyxia take over as the new Earth-Warder.
Menma allowed his mind to wander as they continued flying through the frozen wasteland, thoughts turning to other plans and schemes until he could finally see a massive structure off in the distance.
"Looks like we've finally arrived."
"Yes." The dragon responded in a booming voice, "I have only been here once before but it is truly a magnificent structure."
Ten minutes later they touched down at the entrance to the Temple where Menma jumped off his newest servant while Onyxia reverted back to her human disguise. "It looks... drafty." He mused seeing the massive openings in the building.
"Hopefully the inn's rooms will be warmer." Onyxia agreed, having grown used to her creature comforts and the relatively mild weather of Stormwind. After another wind blew passed she shivered momentarily and pulled her own travelling cloak closer. " I shall check us in with due haste, Master."
Menma sent the retreating dragon an amused look, following her up the stairs after a moment. They approached the guards posted out front and after a few words they stepped aside allowing them both into the sanctum.
Normally guests were flown up to the middle of the Tower where the inn's quarters were but given Menma's ability of flight he simply picked up the disguised dragon in his arms and flew them up there himself.
"Master... is this necessary?" Onyxia asked in embarrassed indignation. Not to mention the fact that Menma took advantage of the situation to grope both her rear and breasts.
"They don't know about the Void Dragonflight yet, best not startle them by allowing you to fully transform in here." Menma reasoned back before landing on the platform where a few young dragons were kept for transportation purposes around the Tower.
The inn keeper seemed surprised at their sudden arrival but quickly greeted them. "Welcome travelers to the Wyrmrest Temple. I am Demestrasz, how may I help you?" The man asked.
"We'll need one room for the night." Menma told the human disguised dragon, "We'll also take our breakfast in the room."
"Very good, sir." The dragon-man replied. "That will be five gold and sixty-four silver please."
Menma reached into his coat and withdrew six gold pieces. Receiving his change and the key the two made their way to the fifth room. The first thing Onyxia did was to walk over to the fireplace and immediately light it along with any torches on the wall.
It was a relatively small room but good enough for a night. The bed seemed comfortable with large fur blankets to help keep the cold away. Looking over at the dragon he smiled seeing that look in her eye.
She begun walking, no sauntering towards him with the light of the fireplace giving her an ethereal glow. The thick cloak came off first with a smirk followed by one of her dress straps giving him a nice preview of her pale flesh.
Menma sat down on the bed as she finally reached him and slipped her other strap off followed her dragon-scale dress. She didn't wear underclothes, didn't believe in them, something about her human body simply being an illusion relative her age but would never sag or mar anywhere.
And given how her heavy breasts remained unnaturally perky even without the aid of the dress, Menma easily believed her claims.
Kneeling before his spread legs Onyxia made quick work of his trousers and began stroking his rapidly hardening length, carefully placing him in her mouth and using her prehensile tongue to slather his rod in her saliva.
Menma groaned as he leaned back and let the she-dragon do her thing. He could say without a shred of doubt that Onyxia gave epic head, easily the best blowjob out of all of his lovers.
Something to do with being able to deep throat him while still maintaining full motion control of her exceptionally long tongue. The only woman who ever came close to something like that was Anko and she hated sucking dudes off.
It only took a few minutes of her tender mercies before he burst in her mouth, shooting his seed directly down her throat given how deep she had taken him. "Oh fuck... god damn Onyxia."
The woman smiled as she slowly withdrew him from her mouth, making sure to keep her suction strong to coax every drop of cum out of his dick, ending with a wet pop and a mischievous grin. "I am always glad to be of service, my Master." She said, licking a stray drop of cum off her lips before swallowing the rest of his load.
Menma growled as his eyes flashed a slitted blue for a moment as his animal instincts took over and he practically tore the shirt off his body before throwing the dragon on the bed belly first. "I hope you're not too tired my dear because you won't be getting much sleep tonight!" Without warning he plunged his full length into her already soaked cunny drawing a pleasure filled moan from the dragon.
Onyxia grunted into the furs as Menma roughly thrust into her, her pussy tightening with every thrust that slammed into her. With a pull of her hair she was on her back happily receiving her Master as he dominated her fully.
She could tell he was close as he swelled even more inside of her and his rutting became ever more frantic. "Yes!" Onyxia cried desperately "Fill me up Master! Swell me with your powerful seed!"
With a primal roar Menma poured his second load into her womb to fertilize another clutch of eggs for their slowly growing Dragonflight. Menma had been surprised when Onyxia had offered herself to him saying that while in her humanoid form she could fertilize her eggs like a mortal could.
She had already successfully laid a fertilized clutch of eggs inside of her new lair of Grim Batol and seemed eager to lay as many eggs as possible to rapidly increase her new race's count. Menma being the man he is was more than happy to help her with her goal of become the Void Dragonflight's Broodmother.
Especially considering that he didn't need to hold back like he did with his other lovers, given that Onyxia even in her humanoid form retained her dragon strength and durability. The fact that she like it rough was just another plus.
Peering down at her own slitted blue eyes he could only smirk at the barely concealed lust in her gaze. "Insatiable bitch aren't you? I swear our Dragonflight will outnumber the other four combined in a few years at the rate we're going."
"Good!" She replied with a manic look to her eyes, pushing him down and mounting herself atop his cock. "Just like your empire, our Dragonflight will reign supreme my King!"
000
Onyxia awoke slowly, sore and stiff but content if nothing else. Rising her head from her Master's chest she could only peer down at him in disbelief. How could someone so powerful allow himself to show such vulnerability? The Broodmother thought to herself as she ran a talon-like nail across his exposed jugular.
It would be so simple, so easy, to just cut him from ear to ear. And yet she refrained every time... it wasn't out of love or duty but out of self-preservation she supposed. He kept the Old Ones away and helped her breed strong children not to mention he single-handedly changed her mind on mating with lesser races.
She had at first been repulsed by the idea of lowering herself to mating with a monkey or the mutant offspring of ancient trolls but her Master had proven himself a fine mate and satisfied her thoroughly whenever they coupled.
Idly she noted that she had never stopped gently running her finger across him throat before coming out of her thoughts and laying back down on his chest. Her new life serving under Menma really wasn't that bad after all.
"You know, for a moment there I thought you would actually try it." His voice drew her gaze to his clearly awake visage.
"How long have you been awake Master?"
"Some time before you, I didn't want to wake you up." He replied casually. "I've been anxiously waiting for the day you would try to betray me so I could show you your place, way to disappoint."
She chuckled ruefully, enjoying the dark humor for what it was before straddling the man, amusement fluttering across her face as his eyes immediately drew towards her perfect breasts. "I will not lie and say the thought hasn't crossed my mind a time or two but to be entirely honest, I don't really mind my new lot in life."
Onyxia hummed in pleasure as he expertly tweaked her nipples while his manhood grew in size beneath her. "It certainly has it's perks after all."
Menma grinned ferally. "Oh, I agree wholeheartedly my dear." With a playful growl he tackled the woman who let out a squeal in surprise only to soon be followed by moans of pleasure.
000
It was around mid-day when they were finally summoned up to the summit to meet with the council. The unusually tanned high-elf with the crown of horns with Krasus stood beside her gave him enough clear indicators that this was Alexstrasza's humanoid form.
He was saved from any further guessing as the disguised dragons all introduced themselves. The horned night elf with the green armor was Ysera the Dreamer who seemed to be looking his way but her eyes were closed for some reason.
The douchy stuck up high-elf in blue robes who was sneering at him was Malygos the Spell-Weaver, who believes magic should be kept out of mortal hands. Beside him was a younger looking blue-haired high-elven female with blue scale-mail armor and a fancy floating staff.
She gained an intrigued look when they looked eyes and he could tell that she had seen his vast pool of both chakra and magic.
And last but not least was surprisingly not Nozdormu but a female high-elf in a golden dress which seemed sufficiently slutty enough to fit right in with the rest of the people she modeled herself after introducing herself as Soridormi, Nozdormu's Prime Consort and the Aspect's stand-in while the Dragon dealt with 'an internal issue.'
"My champion," Alexstrasza began after Soridormi introduced herself. "We have concluded our own business and will now hear yours."
Menma nodded and stepped forward followed by Onyxia who made sure to stay one step behind and to his left showing her subservience to him. "Queen Alexstrasza, I understand that three of the Dragonflights have turned on the Blackwings."
The Life-Binder frowned solemnly but nodded her confirmation. "That is unfortunately true, for some reason the Black Dragonflight under Nefarian has begun attacking the rest of our Flights and worse yet begun stealing our eggs. I would rather reduce blood shed but the Black Dragonflight has left us no choice."
"I have seen only darkness and mad whispers in his dreams..." Ysera spoke in a dreamy tone.
"Fool's gone mad, just like that bastard Neltharion." Malygos spat hatefully. "Best to be rid of that accursed line once and for all."
"Agreed." Menma said with a nod, "But unfortunately with Deathwing's passing, those that hid in the deepest depths of the planet now stir. Despite his madness a shred of Neltharion inside of Deathwing kept the horrors at bay, using himself as a shield against their corruption but now..."
"The Old Ones..." Ysera whispers, "Nightmares have become more prevalent among those that dream, unspeakable horrors..."
"The Old Ones." Soridormi gasped, "How? We would have known."
"We should have been warned of their awakening, yes..." Malygos said with a snarl, "By the Earth-Warder."
"Which nicely circles around to why I asked for this audience." Menma said as he stepped aside and gestured for Onyxia to stand before him like some prized pet. "This is Onyxia of the Black Dragonflight... or at least it used to be."
"What?" Malygos growled as he turned his attention to the disguised woman. Slowly his eyes begun to widen as he could detect the type of magic that made her what she was now. "This... this... abomination that stands before us is nothing more than a window into the Void! She's a creature of Shadow!"
"AND-" Menma cut in to stop the fuckhead's tirade "More importantly, Onyxia has become immune to the Old God's corruption. The power of the Nether acts as a buffer to stop her from hearing their maddening whispers."
"But... at what cost...?" Ysera questioned, looking at Onyxia with a look for pity.
"Not one I was unwilling to pay." Onyxia spoke for the first time since the meeting started. "I had never heard the voices until two months ago and then suddenly they began, assaulting me with their corrupting influence. I seeked out the one who freed you Ruby Queen for his aid."
"As you can all undoubtedly see now, Onyxia is no longer a Black Dragon but something new. The only thing I knew that could suppress the Old Gods was the Great Void itself, which is why I plan to empower Onyxia here with the Aspect of Earth so that she may become the new barrier between the Old Ones and us." Menma finished, looking directly at Alexstrasza who seemed to be giving the idea due consideration.
"What guarantee do you have that Onyxia will not become like her father?" Soridormi questioned.
"I don't have one, not really, but what I do have is this," Menma paused as he pointed at her choker tattoo. " That is a death seal. A creation of mine where at any point in time should I feel that Onyxia has abandoned her duties as the Earth-Warden, I can activate that seal remotely and separate anything it connects."
"Malygos?" Alexstrasza asked softly.
Said Dragon narrowed his eyes seeing the connection between the mortal and the seal, not fully comprehending the magic behind it, almost as if it were some foreign type of magic but he did understand enough to know that the boy was telling the truth. "It does as he says. If she steps out of line *pop* there goes her head."
"Our vision has been clouded on a great many things recently as events have begun shifting drastically." Soridormi spoke as she approached Onyxia "I can see your strands... hundreds of thousands of possibilities and you always meet your end in one of two ways, at the hands of adventurers or at the hands of Lo'Gosh... but only in this one, only in this timeline do you ever become... this."
"And who meets my end in this timeline?" Onyxia sneered.
Soridormi smiles forlornly. "I cannot see."
Menma snorted. Untimely, cute. "Riddle me this then Time Walker, does she fall to the whispers of the Old Gods?"
"The Prisoners rage and scream against their Warden but nothing comes through." The Prime Consort turned her attention to Menma, confusion marring her face once more before turning to a shocked realization. "So you are the one..."
"...What do you mean Soridormi?" Ysera asked sleepily.
"Near two years ago this timeline was thrown into disarray by an anomaly. The timelines as we see them are flexible and allow for changes by creating diversions into new timelines but the true timeline never changes... never." She narrowed her eyes at the black haired boy who merely smirked back. Turning back to Alexstrasza she bowed her head in deference. "Apologies my Queen but I must ask to be excused, I need to speak to Nozdormu immediately, I will entrust my vote and that of the Bronze Dragonflight to your wisdom Dragon-Mother."
Malygos growled at the rapidly retreating form of Soridormi who didn't even have the decency to ride to the lower levels first before transforming and simply leaping off the summit and transforming mid-fall.
He grunt and turned towards the extremely pale, almost blue skinned dragon with dark blue hair. "What say you Creature? Do you believe you can succeeded where your accursed father failed?"
Onyxia frowned at the Blue Aspect's words but nodded firmly "I will hold true to the Oath of Protecting this world's deep places."
"Tch." Malygos mocked "At this mortal spell caster's behest? Do you think me blind, I can see more than just a kill-switch brand, you are no dragon, you are a slave."
Menma frowned, "Would you dare call Alexstrasza by the same word? She was also enslaved was she not? Onyxia's brand is to ensure her loyalty as I, rightfully so, do not trust the Black Ones. It is insurance, nothing more."
"Quiet yourself spell-thief! You and your kind are what's wrong with this world!" Malygos raged only for a delicate hand to be placed on his shoulder. The Blue Aspect stared at the woman at his side for a moment before stomping off towards the travel drakes. "I refuse to accept that abomination or her Master as the new Earth-Warden."
The woman bowed her head slightly and spoke in a soothing tone, "I apologize for my Father, he has become... temperamental as of late."
"And who might you be, if I may be so bold?" Menma questioned the woman who sent him a tiny smirk.
"Tyri." She answered plainly, sending him a wink as she followed after her father.
"I worry for him sister... I see many unsettling things in his dreams..." Ysera spoke softly, a slight frown to her lips.
"Yes, his sanity has been recovering but unfortunately it has simply shifted his obsessions elsewhere." Alexstrasza spoke before turning back to the pair. "My Champion... Menma, do you know why I named you so?"
"Other than being one of the few people crazy enough to engage Deathwing head on? No, I can't say I do." Menma shrugged, honestly he really didn't know why the Aspect of Life choose him of all people to be her champion.
"It is because of who you are." She responded. "I can smell the blood on you, for one so young it is as if you bathe in the lifeblood of others simply to sate your thirst. I can feel the malice of your soul... so then why does my Aspect guide me towards you?
I can feel the lives of all of Azeroth and I know that uncountable masses would die in the coming years, yet somehow, you, someone who revels in death and destruction would prove the lesser evil... supporting you would save more lives than you would take. That is why I named you my champion."
Menma blinked. "You know that's pretty pragmatic for the Defender of Life."
"I, more than any other, know that not all life can be saved. It wounds my heart every time one of my children fall but in my mission I must choose the best path towards protecting the lives of my children and as of now you are the best chance we have for survival." Alexstrasza said solemnly.
Turning towards the Dreamer he asked "What is it you see when I dream?"
Ysera's eyes opened for the first time since the meeting began and her rainbow shifting eyes trained on him, as if gazing into his very soul while she spoke the following words "... Of war and conquest... of love and lust... of times past with those you once knew... of regret and determination. The stories your dreams tell..."
While a little annoying to note that pretty much all of the Aspects know he's a murderous psychopath, it was at least comforting to know that they seemingly didn't care all that much. Probably had something to do with the casual and rampant manslaughter that happened on a daily basis.
"Alright then, so what's the verdict? Will Onyxia and her Void Dragons be the next Guardians of the Earth?" Menma asked, shrugging off the revelations as unimportant. Most people killed without second thought on his planet as it is and even if they suspect he was from another world he didn't actually care if the minor secret got out. Hell he flat out told Jaina the day they met.
"Void Dragons?" Korialstrasz finally spoke as he looked upon Onyxia. "Are they truly shielded from the Old Ones?"
"Absolutely." Onyxia answered for herself. "With the death of my Father, they Old Gods began whispering to my brother and I in order to turn us to their service. My brother fell to their sway all to easily while I asked King Menma for help. The transformation has completely blocked their attempts to enter my mind."
"Very well then." Alexstrasza nodded. "It is true that the Old One have been showing increased activity as of late so having someone take over as the new Earth-Warden would be a great boon to us. I on behalf of both the Red and Bronze Dragonflights officially vote towards the Void Dragon Onyxia's ascension to Aspect of Earth."
Ysera closed her eyes once again. Taking a few moments of silence to deliberate her decision. "...I too will vote in favor."
"With Malygos voting against that still leaves us three to one in favor for. Menma, if you will?" Alexstrasza voiced regally.
Unsealing Samehada took less that a second and without a moment's hesitation he thrust the sentient sword at Onyxia and allowed Same-chan to clamp down on most of her chest and arm. With a horrifying screech of pain that she hadn't felt since her transformation, the pure and raw strength of Earth flowed into her.
She could barely hold herself up before falling to her knees, feeling as if the weight of the world had suddenly fallen upon her shoulders, crushing her under the weight of her new duty. Then, the supreme power that came with her station allowed her to rise once again.
Samehada had significantly shrunk in size after off-loading Deathwing's former power into Onyxia but in turn he could feel Onyxia's much stronger body quickly adapting to Deathwing's vast power.
Menma nodded towards Alexstrasza and picked up Onyxia who had finally lost her battle with consciousness and fell over. "If that will be all Ruby Queen?"
Alexstrasza shook her head. "There is one other thing." Menma sent her an inquisitive look but kept quiet so she could elaborate. "The young I can feel growing in her belly... they are unlike anything I have ever felt. I would never believe that life could be born from the Void."
Menma snorted. "Life finds a way. Or so the old saying goes."
"Indeed it does." Alexstrasza smiled warmly for a moment before her serene look returned to a blank countenance. "I hear the songs of war in the horizon... when you require our aid, call and we shall come."
"My thanks, Queen Alexstrasza."
000
14 ADP, 7th Day of the Third Moon
"Hah!" The girl cried out as a fireball twice the size of her body shot from her palm and flew towards her Master at a decent speed. Sadly for her, decent would never be enough to catch Menma off-guard.
"Not good enough!" The shadow clone chastised as he quickly closed the distance and sent a kick towards her chest.
Her eyes widened with a short bout of panic before her body felt like it was completely enveloped by her magic. "Ahhh!" She cried as her mana shield was shattered instantly and she was flung through the air before crashing to the floor painfully, rolling a few times before righting herself and flipping awkwardly but landing solidly enough back on her feet.
Menma narrowed his eyes, simply staring at the girl who panted and held her arm which had begun bleeding but was valiantly ignoring the pain. To her credit she stared right back with a burning intensity to her gaze and were he anyone else they have have even flinched from her glare despite the girl being merely fourteen.
The fire in her eyes grew in intensity and suddenly she let go of her arm before shooting a palm outward. "Fireblast!"
Summoning a mana shield of his own he blocked the normally instant spell but it did take a respectable chunk off his limited mana. Seeing her begin casting he used a spell of his own. "Silence!"
"Fi-" *Wheeze* Sally coughed as she felt as if the very air had been taken from her throat followed soon after by the sight of the sky and her Master looming over her, boot planted firmly on her chest.
"That's enough for today." He ordered and let the girl stand back up. "How's the arm?"
"A little sore but it will heal Master." She replied, rubbing at her arm which had slowly healed itself with her Renew spell.
"You did well today." Menma complimented. "Normal opponents would not be your equal, even with your minimal training your raw battle instincts do much to close the gap."
"Not well enough." The girl groaned. "Until the day I can land a solid hit on you I cannot consider myself anything less than a failure Master."
Menma snorted. "Then you may end up a failure for the rest of your life. I am not a suitable measuring stick for your progress Salamander, our difference in skill is like the distance between the moons and the sun."
The girl grumbled but settled down as he patted her on the head. "Do I really need to continue training under those Heathens?"
"Yes." Menma ordered. "For whatever reason the Light has seen fit to ignore your transgressions against it in being a follower of the Void like myself and as much as it pains me to say, the Light can be a very powerful tool when used correctly."
"But I can use the Void to heal me too!"
"That would first require you to actually land a spell on me first. I'd rather your parents not know that I have you out here at all hours of the night getting beat to holy hell and come home with the bruises to show for it. Your Renew and Holy Light spells have proven invaluable in hiding our training." Menma told her, "I may be one with the Void but that doesn't mean I am not pragmatic enough to suggest you use every weapon at your disposal and you have not only a very powerful Fire affinity but an equally strong Holy affinity. Hell if it wasn't for your Inner Fire spell my kick would have completely pulverized your ribs and liquefied your organs and yet you only came out of it with a scratch and a hit to your mana pool."
The girl grumbled a bit more as teenagers were wont to do but happily accepted the small shows of affection from her Master such as patting her head or when he called her by her nickname of Salamander which he derived from her name and fire affinity.
She'd never seen one before but after hearing that Salamanders were fire-breathing lizards she knew that she would need to acquire one in the future as a pet.
"As you say Master." She acquiesced easily enough. "Same time tomorrow?"
Menma nodded "Same time tomorrow. Good night Salamander."
"Goodnight Master!" With that she silently ran back home, having been taught how to do so long ago by Menma.
As the girl went off for the might Menma turned eastward and made his way towards the nearby keep of Durnholde. It was simple enough to scale the walls and sneak past the patrols to observe a very curious orc.
The curious part was that he could feel the orc slowly bending the elements to his will, not to the point that mages could mold fire and water nor how druids did the same with wind and earth but having the advantage of being able to use all four equally.
The way the orc meditated and felt the nature around him reminded him greatly of sage mode when he would draw in the very essence of the world and the stars beyond.
He was almost tempted to start releasing void magic... into... the air.
Suddenly a very cruel smile came across his lips.
Ever the agent of chaos.
Kurama always enjoyed calling him that but Menma never refuted the truth behind the demon lord's words.
Well then mister orc, let's see how you like a little darkness in your life?
000
Meanwhile deep into the early morning a sunken eyed and tired old man loomed over the corpse of his most recent victim. His contacts had made sure that the woman had no family or close friends that would miss her and true enough no one came looking when the woman had disappeared for several months.
Unfortunately for her those several months were spent in horrifying agony as the unhinged mind of Kel'Thuzad used her and a few others for his sick and twisted experiments. They had begun dying off one by one but this one had lasted the longest until just a few hours ago when her body had finally given out.
Going over his notes one last time he made sure the ritual circles were drawn correctly after having altered it from the previous failure. With a check, a double and then a triple check he felt confidant enough to begin chanting the spell that would hopefully rise this human female from the dead.
It took nearly a minute for him to successfully channel the foreign energies and then... nothing.
He waited a few seconds before sighing and rubbing his eyes in disappointment. "Another failure."
"Uhhhh..."
Suddenly the Archmage's eyes shot open as the woman's mouth let out a low moan, her eyes slowly opening. "Yes... yes... YES!"
She slowly crawled to her feet before standing slumped over in front of the aged wizard. "Uhhhh..."
"HAHA MAGNIFI-" *BOOOOOOM* The last thing Kel'Thuzad expected was to suddenly be blown back into a nearby cabinet covered in zombie goo as the woman had literally exploded in front of him. "LIGHT DAMN IT!"
Another failure.
Another lesson.
Another victim needed to be found.
000
14 ADP, 15th Day of the Fourth Moon
"A-Are you sure about this Menma?" The girl asked nervously as he pushed a cold and slimy substance into her.
"It might feel a bit uncomfortable at first but I have a feeling you will grow to like it. You just need to push out and I go in and try to stay relaxed, don't worry I'll go slowly." Menma explained gently as he kissed at her neck, slowly working his way down her spine before giving her gorgeous ass a nice spank. "Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." She replied nervously before burying her face into her pillow.
"Here I go." Almost instantly her eyes shot up in panic and she almost jerked away out of instinct but he held her down by her shoulder. "Shush- shuuush, calm down Beautiful, just relax. Relaaaax."
"NNNNGH!" She grunted in discomfort before looking back at him with a short glare "How the hell am I supposed to relax when you're trying to bugger my arse!"
He silenced any further ranting with a sharp slam to her delicious booty. "You're the one that wanted to try sex but still try to pretend you're being loyal to Arthas by keeping your virginity. I mean what the fuck does that matter anyway? It's not like he could tell you weren't one if you just said you tore your hymen during your horse riding lessons or during a heavy training session."
"It's the principle of the matter."
"Principle your fucking ass, you have a married man with a newborn child inside of you right now, or have you forgotten that?" Menma punctuated his statement by sliding a few more inches in drawing a sharp hiss from the girl.
"Fuck, slower!" She pleaded, panting slightly as Jaina had to not adjust herself to his size again.
"Don't worry babe, only a few more inches. Might as well just pull the arrow and push it in all the way."
"NO!" She shouted turning to him with a pleading look "P-Please, just give me a moment."
Menma narrowed his eyes at her. "What's the magic word?"
"Please Sir, show mercy!" She pleaded turning a submissive gaze his way.
He nodded with a smile. "Good girl, fine then I'll give you time to adjust but in the meanwhile I want to play with these fat tits of yours." Menma growled as pulled her flush with his chest, mauling at her breasts which had grown another whole cup size since he had last seen here.
Jaina for her part moaned in equal parts pain and pleasure from the rough treatment. Her still virgin pussy quickly flooding with her liquid attraction as Menma utterly dominated her again.
"For a princess you sure do have a slutty body Jaina." He said while roughly pawing at her tits, occasionally twisting and pulling on her sensitive nipples drawing shuddering gasps and moans from the young woman.
Slowly he began pumping his hips against her own. Jaina turned to look him in the eye as if to give him her silent permission. Leaning forward Menma captured her lips in a passionate kiss which she joyfully returned along with slowly backing her own hips into his own.
It wasn't long until Jaina was screaming her pleasure into her pillow as Menma plowed her tight ass for all it was worth. She knew she would be immensely sore in the morning but that was a problem for future Jaina.
Current Jaina was too busy betraying her oath to Arthas by having the man she loved split her in half while she moaned his name like a cheap whore.
000
14 ADP, 9th Day of the Fifth Moon
A two-headed ogre was a rare enough sight but a two-headed ogre in Silithus of all places? Now that was beyond abnormal. "Master Cho'gall... what is our plan here?" One of his Twilight Hammer lieutenants asked.
"Something Old be calling to Cho'gall-" "Beneath the sands lies a god." "We will free it." The two heads spoke.
"A God?"
"Enough." "Do not question me." "Come, we have much walking to do."
000
14 ADP, 23rd Day of the Eighth Moon
The last bastion of the Nerubian Empire fell with Azjol-Nerub as the Traitor King Anub'arak, one of the first casualties of the war, slaughtered his former king by the hundreds and in their desperate attempts to escape the Nerubians dug far too deeply and unleashed an ancient evil that led them to a war on two fronts.
Monstrous creatures with smooth faces ending in writhing tentacles attacked everything they saw including the Lich King's forces. They somehow possessed psychic attacks and could directly attack him through his link with his minions so Ner'zhul ordered for a full retreat and to collapse the tunnels behind them.
After gathering his troops the Lich King began moving upon the other pockets of resistance against his rule aside from the Dragons of the Snowblights. His army was not quite ready to tackle three of the four Aspects as of yet but soon they too would serve the Lich King.
000
14 ADP, 5th Day of the Tenth Moon
It had been roughly a year since the start of their plan and yet all around him laid hundreds of eggs that would soon be his personal dragon army. The mere sight of them nearly brought a tear to the eye. "No problems so far I hope?"
"No Master, they are all healthy." Onyxia replied obediently, having eventually grown into her role of slave and finding an odd sense of freedom in it. "The Nightfall Valley acts like a window into the Nether and instead of heat our little ones respond well to the endless chill of the Void."
"How long until they hatch and become fighting fit?" Menma asked as he kneeled to one of the eggs and used his magesight to trace the outline of the whelping inside.
"Around five months for them to hatch and after that they age quite rapidly, about the same as you humanoids until their late teens and then their rate of aging slows to nearly nothing." Onyxia answered dutifully even though she knew that Menma planned to use their young for his growing army.
Many of her children would undoubtedly die during their Sire's ambition for conquest but many more would likely be hatch during that time, plus it would still be years yet until they reached their drake forms.
000
14 ADP, 23rd Day of the Eleventh Moon
Menma opened his eyes and looked down at whatever had crawled on top of him or for him to turn annoyed seeing what it was. "Who let you out of your cell?"
"Brrrbha!" Saren replied in his baby babble as he stared at his father.
"Where's your mom Kid? Or better yet where's Felicia, wasn't she supposed to be watching you?" Menma groused as he picked the boy up and walked over to the boy's crib to set him down. "Now, be a good little parasite and leave daddy alone, he's busy feeding chakra into his network of shadowclones. Got it?"
"Dha! Dha!" The baby replied happily.
Menma palmed his face in return. "I don't even know why I bother."
"Would it kill you to show your son even a shred of affection?" Beve asked as she walked into their master bedroom. "He's your heir for Void's sake, your son, can you really not just hold him for a minute? On his nameday no less?"
"The fuck is a nameday?'
"Do you remember when I told you we traditionally don't name our children until they survive their first winter? Well it's been a year Menma!" Beve asked, frustration coloring her tone.
The now nineteen year old man mere rolled his eyes "The boy will know my affection when he earns it."
"He's a baby!"
"Like I said, when he earns it-" *pop* A sudden shimmer and pop instantly caught his attention and he caught the baby that suddenly appeared before him. Utterly confused Menma looked back at the crib then at his son before back at the crib and then his son again. "Did you just...?"
"Dha! Dha!" Saren said more purposefully this time as he smacked his tiny hand against Menma's chest before giving the teenager a toothless grin.
Menma just looked at his son in shock. "What the actual fuck, did you seriously just blink?"
The baby giggled more before shouting "Muh! Muh!" And shooting across the room into his mother's surprised arms.
"M-Menma?"
"Holy fuck." Menma himself couldn't believe it as he looked at Beve and his son. "Beve, he can use magic. We already knew he had a large mana pool but to already purposefully use magic?"
"Is that even possible?" Beve asked as she held her son tightly, fear spreading across her face. "Will Saren be alright? Channeling magic this early won't hurt him will it?"
"Barring blinking himself into a wall or off the ramparts, no, I don't think so." Menma mused as he looked at his son more intensely now. "I'll need to place a limiter seal on him, the last thing we need is our son blinking himself into mana exhaustion."
Beve's eyes widened "Oh no! Menma hurry!"
"Tch. Calm down, I'll apply it right now." He said with a hint of exasperation. "Boy, come here."
"Dha?" Said child turned his head towards his father who had his outstretched hands. A grin spread across the boy's face "Dha!"
Menma caught the boy just as he appeared before him. He laid Saren down on the bed and stripped him of his clothing before touching a glowing finger to the boy's chest. A swirl pattern began spreading across the boy's chest and taking over a good chunk of his left arm before stopping. "How do you feel?"
"Dha?" The boy asked sleepily before yawning and letting his eyes close.
"Good, it looks like the seal has taken." He said as he bundled the boy back in his thick furs.
Beve let out a sigh of relief and was about to pick up her son but was stopped by Menma. "Dear?"
"Go finish your work, I think I can watch over... Saren, while he sleeps." Menma told his wife, before remembering something important. "Also where the fuck is Felicia? Wasn't that lazy ass supposed to be watching our son?"
"Yes she was su-" Beve was cut off just as Felicia burst into the room.
Apologies my King and Queen but Prince Saren vanished!" The woman said in a panicked tone.
Menma gave the woman a baleful look, picking up his son in the process. "Listen here wench, if you ever lose my son again, you'll also lose your head."
Clearly the woman wasn't at fault seeing as Saren could fucking blink and probably did so if she was saying that he vanished but he was also petty and didn't like her very much so myeh!
Sitting back down on the bed like he had been before he returned to his meditation only this time while holding the bo- no, his son Saren. He allowed a small smirk to cross his lips.
Being able to consciously use magic before he could even walk or talk... yep he's my blood alright.
Saren would one day grow to be very powerful and thankfully he had already learned from his own father's mistakes. He would not coddle or hold back his son, oh no, he would mold him into the perfect weapon of war.
A grin spread across his lips.
A weapon loyal only to me.
AN - We're nearing ever closer to WC3 era, the next chapter will deal with Thrall and his exodus from Durnholde and the reformation of the Horde as well as the splintering of the Alliance which starts at 15 ADP and ends at 18 ADP when Thrall receives his vision from Medivh.
Next chapter, 3/1