Author's Note: This chapter has been rewritten, as will chapters 2-8 will soon be shortly. Please look for "Rewritten". If any chapter 2-8 does not say that, then please be aware that that chapter or chapters is subject to change.

Chapter 1: A Death Knight's Vengeance (Rewritten)

Two figures stood atop a cliff facing each other. Both had large silver and blue blades with strange runes glowing in the blade's themselves. Their black bulky armor was nearly identical to each other. The only real difference between them was the cloaks that flowed from their backs. One had a nearly pure rude cloak with intricate designs woven into it. The other had black, purple and bronze colors, with its own unique pattern as well.

Their faces were obscured by helmets that had 2 short tusks jutting from the sides of the helmets. The only visible part of their face that could be seen was their eyes. Their eyes were glowing a ghostly blue, with similarly colored steam seemingly flowing from them, which would surely induce fear into those with feeble minds.

Both seemed to be panting from exhaustion as they began to circle one another. Neither of them got any closer than a few yards as they were each waiting for the other to make the next move.

Finally, the one in the red cloak charged forwards without so much as a sound and brought his blade up high to slash at his victim. The knight in question sidestepped the attack and quickly swung his sword into the offender's back.

The hadn't penetrated the armor but had caused significant pain evident by the attacker's cry.

The attacker fell to the ground barely catching himself from falling face-first into the dead ground below. He attempted to push himself back up but found that he could no longer move. Where his body made contact with the ground, there was now a thick layer of ice trapping him to the ground. Then a cold, dark, and echoing voice spoke.

"Well done Deathands. You have proven your worth once more to me." The Death Knight, now known as Deathands, stood silent as a bright flash of light revealed the king of death himself. The Lich King.

The Lich King then shifted his gaze onto the frozen knight. If the knight could feel fear than he would have died once more from the gaze alone.

"As for you Cernious, you have failed me one too many times. Your usefulness has found its limit" He stopped and looked back over to Deathands. "Finish him off, my chosen Death Knight" The betrayer spoke coldly and stood waiting for him to act.

"Yes my lord" He spoke, and walked closer to the frozen knight. He peered down at the knight as he struggled against his bonds but to no avail. Without any further words, Deathands plunged his sword straight into the knight's back, and through his spine.

Deathands took a step back and was now visibly shaking. The world around him had turned black, and all that could be heard was the Lich King's laugh echoing throughout the void. The laugh started to come closer and closer until its source changed. The laugh was now coming from Deathands. His eyes portrayed fear as he was laughing uncontrollably.

Through his eyes, he slowly saw himself turning into the thing that he hated, and feared most.

Draenor: Garrison

Deathands, or DH as most people call him, awoke slowly. He brought his hand up and started to rub his head in pain. It had been a while since he had killed something, and it was certainly showing. He sat upright on his bed which gave a quiet creak as he did so.

He stood up and walked over to his armor stand. The saronite armor stood out from his other sets. Unlike his other sets, this one was his most memorable. It was polished, and cleaned, with only a few scratches. It had taken him quite some time to have the armor rebuilt with saronite.

Due to how old the armor was, it was no longer deemed as protective as the newer armor which was being developed in the Alliance and Horde. However, he had managed to get someone to rebuild and fortify his armor to match the current standards. Though it did take a lot of searching for someone who would even work with saronite after the fact that its true origin had spread throughout Azeroth.

He went to work putting his armor on piece by piece, a process that was ingrained into his mind, and once he had finished he grabbed his helmet and turned to face the closest mirror. His Night Elf features stood out from the rest of his armor, and his eyes were light silver. The sight brought him back many memories, both good and bad. From fighting for the Lich King to fighting against his forces in the frozen wastelands of Northrend.

He turned and walked over to his weapon rack that was in his room. Upon the rack itself were 5 different weapons. In order from left to right;

The Runed Soulblade, the first weapon he wielded as a Death Knight. The Greatsword of the Ebon Blade, the second weapon that he wielded. Shadowmourne, which was given to him from a fellow Death Knight before she died. Lastly, the two swords which truly were pieces of him.

The replica of Frostmourne which was given to him by the Lich King for "being his most trusted Death Knight". A lot of hate was given off towards the blade, but not to the blade itself.

The last blade was the replica of Ashbringer, which was given to him by Tirion Fordring for his help in defeating the Lich King.

These two blades were in stark contrasts with one another. One represented the light's purity, and the other represented the unholy magic of death. He grabbed both of them and as he made contact with the two voices spoke from the blades themselves.

"Ah good morning DH, how did you sleep?" The Ashbringer spoke out.

The Death Knight cleared his throat before speaking. "I've slept better, Ash"

"Well maybe you should, oh I don't know, go out and kill something. It's been days!" The Frostmourne Replica spoke.

"Kind of difficult to do Death, especially since I've been waiting for the new garrison leader to arrive. I missed the damn siege on the Broken Shore" He said with a hint of anger creeping into his throat. "I hate being here, can't get a damned message on time ever" He said while he places Ash on his hip, and Death on his back, held there by magic.

"That's another thing I have a problem with, our Archmages-" Death was cut off by Ash.

"Our Archmages?" Ash said with a questioning tone.

"Oh shut it you holy fuck, go back to molesting other swords" Death spat out.

"Wow, that was the worst insult I've heard come out of you" Ash retorted.

DH immediately pulled both of them from their spots and hit them against each other.

"Would you two shut the hell up?" He said with a roll of his eyes and put them back in their spots.

'He started it' Death said in a low whisper.

DH was about to grab his map when he heard a knock on his door. He grabbed his helmet from the table next to him and walked over to the door, putting it on as he went. He pulled the door open and was greeted with the sight of one of his soldiers.

"What is it?" He asked before he walked outside and closed the door behind him.

"Sir!" He saluted. "The courier from Stormwind has arrived" He gave one more salute and turned and walked off.

"Finally," DH said and started heading towards the command room. Along the way, he was greeted with many more salutes, all of which he ignored.

When he made it inside the room, he was greeted with the sight of a worn-out looking soldier. He gave no salute when I approached him. His face spoke of something dreadful.

"What is it? What's happened" He asked him quickly.

The soldier struggled with a response, before lifting his hand up and revealing a scroll. DH immediately snatched the scroll from him and opened it up. His would have stopped if he wasn't already dead when he read over the message. He read, and reread it, his mind not wanting to believe what had been written down.

DH turned around to face his soldiers behind him. His eyes were glowing blue with hatred and rage. His aura could be felt by all those around him, the aura of vengeance. He then spoke with an utterly calm voice that sent shivers down most of their spines.

"Gather the troops, we're going to The Broken Shore" He said and then turned to walk out of the building. Those who were left in the room gave each other a glance of fear before they too turned and rushed out the door.

The next hour was filled with commotion. Soldiers ran around doing various tasks while mages and archmages were talking to one another. The garrison was mostly filled with soldiers at this point, as most civilians that once resided there had either been long gone or were ushered out. Some soldiers started spreading rumors about what happened. Whispers of the King's death, to the Horde's betrayal.

Finally, the mass of troops was marching down to the docks where Deathands was already waiting along with the archmages. He stood near the helm of the ship, where the captain was currently shouting out orders to the crew.

His eyes still glowed a ghostly blue but had seemingly dimmed ever so slightly. In his eyes, the world around him was deathly quiet. There were no sounds of his troops marching on board, no captain shouting out orders. Not even the sound of waves crashing against the side of the ship.

His mind was surprisingly calm, with only one faint whisper echoing out.

'Kill'

He gripped the railing in front of him as he looked out at his men below.

'Kill!'

The whispers grew louder as he tightened his grip, the wood started to crack from the pressure.

'KILL!'

His hands had now completely crushed the section of the railing he was holding, and the wood in his hands was now decaying. However, it wasn't just the part he had broken off, the entire railing was following suit. The wood started to rot and break apart. It seemed to be going faster as the voice which was once a whisper was now shouting in his mind.

'KILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILL!'

The voice was suddenly cut off when a hand was placed on his back and then pulled him away from the railing. The rotting immediately ceased. DH looked back at the person behind him, for a second he thought that he saw his brother, but the image soon changed to show the leader of his archmages.

"Sir…" He spoke softly, before glancing around the deck at the startled soldiers who had their eyes fixed on their commander. "Perhaps you should sit down in your quarters while we finish our preparations?" The archmage gestured to the captain's quarters with a wave of his hand.

DH then glanced at the railing and then to his soldiers who looked on in confusion and worry.

"Yes...you're right. I'll go...take a rest." As soon as he finished his sentence, the ghostly blue in his eyes died off. Leaving his natural silver ones in their place.

He walked off to the captain's room and sat down in one of the chairs. Resting his eyes, and letting the empty void of his dreams consume him.

He was then woken up, after what felt like just a few seconds to someone shaking him awake.

The archmage stood in front of him with his staff in hand.

"Sir, we are ready to begin our departure" He then turned around and walked out of the room. DH was following close behind him.

The mages had gathered in a circle on the main deck of the ship and began casting their spell. A bright purple bubble began to encompass twelve ships that made up the fleet. Once the entire fleet was contained in the bubble, a bright flash filled the surrounding area. Once the flash had died down the ships were no longer in the harbor.

Broken Shore

Guldan, the fel infused orc, had just finished another one of his preparations for his master's upcoming plans when he felt a surge of magic near the shore. His face portrayed confusion as he was not expecting anyone to show up so soon after the failed assault from the Alliance and Horde.

Intrigued, he quickly teleported to a cliff face above where he sensed the magical disturbance. His face immediately turned into a smile as he saw 12 ships that were filled to the brim with soldiers. But that wasn't what he was most interested in. Aboard the lead vessel, he could just make out the form of a Death Knight. One which he had remembered had not been present in the assault.

"So, the traitor's pet project has arrived" He mused to himself, and then teleported away.

At the shore itself, the ships had just dropped anchor, and rams were deployed. The troops marched down the ramps and onto the sandy beach. A few cast nervous glances around to the remains of a battle. Swords, spears, and armor of various types were scattered across the sand. Shipwrecks lined the coasts, and bodies which had been mostly picked clean by some manner of creature were strewn about as well.

Despite this, the troops began to get into their formations. They formed into a large square consisting of 4 smaller squares. The total number of troops was 200, and in the back of the formation was around 50 mages. The Death Knight walked in front of the formation and looked up to the cliff where he could see a mass of demons.

He looked back to his soldiers behind him, each had a look of either confidence or nervousness on their faces.

"Listen up!" He shouted, gathering the attention of all of his forces. "I'm not one that can give heroic speeches. But I will say this..." He grabbed both of his blades and held them at his sides. "Brave men and women fought here on this beach, gave their lives on it, all in the hope to rid this world of The Burning Legion" He stopped and looked back over to the demons whose numbers had grown significantly since last he looked. "We may not have been here to help, but I'll be damned further before I let those sacrifices go to waste"

A flash of green revealed Guldan with a few demons on his side not too far away from the Alliance forces. This was the demons' cue to start moving down the cliff and start to amass themselves on the sides of Gul'dan.

DH readied himself, dragging his blades up into the air with his own burst of magic, the ground next to him started to shift. A demented hand sprung up from the ground and it began to pull itself up from the dirt. Once it had been fully unearthed, the undead minion took its place by it's master's side.

"FOR KING VARIAN" He shouted, causing his troops behind him to shout out too. "FOR TIRION FORDRING" The soldiers behind him shouted out once more. "AND FOR THE ALLIANCE!"

The soldiers shouted those same words and DH began to charge straight for Gul'dan.

The Alliance forces broke into two groups and charged at the demons which were split between the left and the right. The demons began to charge at the soldiers as well, and once they clashed, all hell broke loose.

DH had cut through multiple demons that Gul'dan had sent at him. The quick slashes of both Death and Ash easily cut through weapons and armor alike. All the while Gul'dan just kept smiling as he sent more and more demons to attack him.

Gul'dan even began to chuckle at how this scene had played out before with the late king. This only infuriated the Death Knight. DH let out a roar of anger and cut through another demon, its body hit the sand with a loud thud. There were no longer and demons between him and Gul'dan.

"I...I'v...I've got you now you sonovabitch.: He panted as his breathing became more intense. Behind him were the bodies of around 100 demons. "This time you'll stay dead!" He shouted out as he began to charge at him.

However as he came within a few feet of him, green magic was lassoed around his chest, lifting him up into the air and restricting his movements. "Foolish, you've let your desire for vengeance cloud your judgment. I expected more from the traitor's pet" He walked up to him started circling him.

DH's eyes began to glow blue once more as his anger started to overwhelm him. "I'm no one's pet!" He shouted out, struggling against the bonds.

"Oh, but you are, you just haven't realized it yet. Hmm...do you hear that?" Gul'dan spoke with a hint of amusement.

"Hear what!" The Death Knight spat out. However, he soon had a sense of dread as he noticed how quiet everything had gotten. He was suddenly turned around and was greeted with the sight of all of his soldiers and mages dead, with his ships burning along the shore.

Gul'dan let out another chuckle as he too observed the scene. "Well done, you've managed to get all of your men killed. You really are your master's pet"

DH didn't respond, his body felt weak. He could only look on as the demons began to burn the bodies of his fallen men.

"I would kill you, but I believe there is a far worse fate for you. I think I'll let the traitor's plan for you play out. Of course, it won't be on Azeroth. Don't need it interrupting my own plans" He turned around to the broken Death Knight that had lost all of his fight. "Nothing to say? Well then, till next we meet Death Knight. And once we do, you too shall serve the Burning Legion"

The Death Knight snapped out of his daze, and let his anger and hate begin to fuel him once more. His eyes began to shift between blue and green. Gul'dan watched in slight confusion, and then horror as the bonds began to weaken. "I don't think so" He charged up his teleportation spell at DH. The bonds had been broken and DH charged straight for Gul'dan. A demon jumped in the way to stop him but was easily cut down.

Just as Gul'dan finished the spell, Deathmourne came crashing down and began to cut into Gul'dan's face. But that was all that occurred as Gul'dan was shot backward as the spell exploded. A demon helped Gul'dan back to his feet. "Impudent fool!" He cursed as his face healed a second later.

Gul'dan then teleported back to the entrance of the Tomb of Sargeras, leaving the army of demons to walk back. The only things left now were a few charred remains of the soldiers and no sign of the Death Knight.

Author's Notes

This chapter has been rewritten, and chapter 2-8 will also be rewritten, if they are not already. Look for "Rewritten at the top of each chapter to tell if it's been rewritten. Thank you all for reading and have a nice day.