Notes: Sorry this took so long. It was ready, and then it wasn't… the truth is, I originally wrote a hilarious and kind of creepy sequence where Kael'thas manipulated one of Faltheriel's odd dreams. You know, a parody of what Vashj did to Kael'thas- and then have it all go completely wrong. But it was freaking me out! I tried to re-do it a few different ways, but it wasn't natural for the characters, it wasn't kind to Faltheriel, and it just couldn't be done in the scope of this fanfic.
So, I went with this instead. Enjoy! Faltheriel's most-spookiest-romantic-stalker-side seems a far better fit for the Fangirlverse (since it'll be something called a 'fangirlverse' after all), so I'll probably bring it back in some form then.
Next up: the Violet Hold caper; Anasterian goes, "Kael'thaaaaas!"; a scary breakfast at Windrunner Spire; Anasterian threatens Sylvanas; drunken happy hour, Farstrider edition; Tempest tries to pick up Saturna; a secret spy meeting; Sylvanas finally forces Arthas' next move and more cool drama! (Unless I change my mind about any of it!)
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Dreaming of a Nightmare, Part II: No, I'm Just One Helluva Stalker
The truth is, Liadrin, I knew that I was going to betray the Alliance. For real, this time. My father, being King of Quel'thalas, had already made the decision to 'step back'. To focus on our own Highborne interests and stay out of the Plague conflict, though I knew some Elves disagreed with him.
Interesting now that I think back… I don't think I ever made my mind up about whether or not I genuinely cared about the Plague. Which is tragic, if you consider what Arthas himself was about to wreak on our world. All along, I just wanted Jaina. Nothing but Jaina. I had proposed marriage, I had graduated with honors, I had stayed on in Dalaran and volunteered in the lab—all of it was for her alone and I knew that, though I didn't tell anyone. I feared to tell myself, how empty I was. How furious I was becoming. All because she didn't want me back. None of the Humans did, and she was the main one. She—well, coming from her, it hurt the most.
In the end, it didn't matter that I had a family, or probably a real-life undu'diel back in Silvermoon who cared, who wanted my friendship. Sunthraze and me finding each other again was amazing. Well, what Sunthraze was doing, so early on, it meant something to me, but it really wasn't enough to so-called save me.
Back then, I even had a safe place to live, which means a lot more to me now after roaming two whole worlds as a hateful outcast. I even had a lot of political influence as a prince. I could have done a lot of good if I wanted to in those days. I was fortunate. And I had throwing around money, real wealth… However, none of that actually made any difference to me. I just wanted justice for how I'd been mistreated. By Arthas and his irrepressible bullying. And hurt by Jaina, for her neglect. And here I go, rambling about that again…
No, it was revenge I wanted. Revenge on the whole campus, on the whole of Dalaran. And finally, with Vashj's magic burning in my veins and whispering in my ear like a lover—the impulse to finally go and do it was just like that, actually. Like I needed to go to bed with my rage and just indulge. At last, I sensed that I had my chance to change absolutely everything.
But Vashj's magic was also whispering to me, sweetly… or ever so cruelly, that I shouldn't dare go into Violet Hold alone. It wasn't safe. I could be caught. Therefore, I needed to use someone else for help, or to blame. And it was only obvious, to both of us, who was already ripe for it.
My number one fan, my lab partner, my stalker, whatever Faltheriel Darkweaver actually was to me at that time, I needed him to become... Well, what else could I possibly call it? I was about to do something very villainous, for the first time. I needed a henchman. Some kind of minion.
I would have many such men over the years. First Rommath, Halduron and then Lorth'remar. Later, Pathaleon the Calculator and Voren'thall the Seer who turned Sunfury into Scryers and who embarassed the hell out of me, in front of Illidan. And, in a lot of ways, Illidan himself, because I used him back while in Outland. I even tried to use Kil'jaeden. But before any of them, before I could conceive of anything nefarious quite like that—Faltheriel was my first.
Faltheriel was the first man that I used, thoroughly, for my singular purposes. And I remember now, actually… what I did was break him. After so many years, and don't ever tell him I said this, I can see now that Faltheriel was only just a nice, odd guy. Saturna actually fawns on him sometimes and says, 'He'such s a sweet guy.' I guess Faltheriel is. He has a generous spirit. Faltheriel never does things out of hatred, I don't think he ever worked for the Legion out of pure hatred. Faltheriel did it because he was desperate to be loved, which is the same as survival for him. He absolutely had to fit in. Just like while we were in Dalaran at school together.
Maybe I forgot how that all started because of the memory deterioration spell, but I must have still sensed it all these years. Because, back in Dalaran, I saw how warm and what—Well, how sunny Faltheriel was deep down and I just poisoned that. Back then, I didn't care, Liadrin. I guess I'm trying to explain how I couldn't… care. I only wanted to twist Faltheriel and order him around like any of my warlock pets. Push him and push him until the job against the Humans was finally done.
By the end of it, I broke that boy like a pane of glass.
…
When Faltheriel heard Kael'thas calling his name and knocking repeatedly on his door that night, he threw off the covers and welcomed Kael'thas in immediately.
Kael'thas' hair was mussed, and he looked like he hadn't slept at all.
"So… the little talk with Jaina didn't go well?" Faltheriel's voice then dipped low and vengeful, "You dump her yet?"
Kael'thas touched the back of Faltheriel's desk chair, to hide how his hands were shaking. The Naga magic was making it hard not to. Then, his own voice came just as low and threatening, "I thought you wanted a royal wedding. Now, Faltheriel, it seems you've turned on me."
Faltheriel was clutching the collar of his pajamas closed. When Kael'thas noticed him doing that, Faltheriel quickly stopped, cleared his throat. Obviously, Faltheriel was the only man in his bedroom worried that this was starting to feel… intimate.
"Anyway, I'm very good at throwing pity parties, Kael'thas. I'll pour us some wine or… probably get you a beer and we can talk about it. I'm afraid the beer won't be cold though." Faltheriel went to the nightstand and brought out a long dark bottle, and then a smaller, golden one. "Wait, you're a mage. And, I happen to know for a fact that, though you do like to help people with it, you mainly graduated 'in all the magics' so you could show off. You always do like showing off, don't you, Kael'thas?"
Faltheriel turned around and offered Kael'thas an empty glass. Kael'thas wouldn't take it.
"Is it because I look so horribly offensive in my pajamas?" Faltheriel let out a nervous laugh, "If so, while you have your drink, I can go um… shower and change. I shouldn't be entertaining a prince of Quel'thalas looking like this, I guess."
"I am the Prince of Quel'thalas."
Just as fast, "Yes, you are."
Kael'thas felt Vashj's power heat up, begin to prod at the edges of his voice, make him pace and eye Faltheriel like a predator. Before Kael'thas realized what he was doing, he was circling the other man, like a shark.
Kael'thas exhaled and tried to regain control. The Naga magic wanted him to seize Faltheriel by the neck and scream orders at him, eat or be eaten. But among Highborne, there was a more sophisticated way, wasn't there?
"What do you really want from me, Faltheriel? We've shared all these tense little moments with each other in classes over the years, and in the lab all summer long… but you've never come out and just said it, have you?"
It was wrong, so wrong what I was getting ready to do…
Faltheriel's back was to him. Kael'thas watched Faltheriel hesitate, then slowly turn around. This time, he was holding the thick Human wineglass close. Elven glasses were light and delicate. The more expensive ones were even inscribed with sparkling arcane magic. The glasses Faltheriel was able to afford and keep in his small dorm room, on this side of campus, were heavy, local stock. Kael'thas noticed a small chip in the base. Faltheriel turned that side around, hugged it against his chest.
"Well? Come out and say it!" Kael'thas bullied into Faltheriel's thoughts, his indecision. He was going to provoke Faltheriel into speaking and acting from instinct. "How do you know what's going to happen? I'm low tonight, right? Probably at my lowest. Jaina rejected me, you called it exactly—so how do you know I won't give in to exactly what you've always wanted? Maybe I'm disgustingly lonely and I can't stand the tension anymore! Maybe I'm desperate for any attention tonight. Or, maybe it'll be a laugh, right? You should know the feeling—"
More gently than Kael'thas expected, "I don't want to play this game. Not with you. Not with anyone."
"But isn't that why you opened the door? To me? In the middle of the night!"
Then, Faltheriel went on the other extreme, he exploded, "STOP BULLYING ME!" He turned and slammed the glass down, "I swear, you're horrible when you're this angry. You're worse than the Humans tonight, you know that? Anyway, you know the way I am so why are you choosing to treat me like this, using it against me like a sword? I mean," his laughter was tortured with an aching sound, it was so evident then how he always hurt, "I know this isn't a friendship we have. We're probably the only two Elves left on campus who are students, who can actually spend time together and talk to each other. But eventhough I am different, eventhough I am so different from you in… that way, we don't even have kinship, Kael'thas? As fellow Highborne? Don't we even have that?"
Kael'thas snatched up the glass, reached for the wine, got it open and poured with one quick motion, which raised Faltheriel's eyebrows.
"Look…" Faltheriel was becoming more nervous by the moment, "Do you want me? Or not?"
Kael'thas sat on the bed, glared at him, drank. The dream magic between them was thick in the air by now. How would it penetrate Faltheriel? How would it intrude on his thoughts and contort his fantasies? Heighten them? Faltheriel had to lean in his desk, as Kael'thas had done before.
The pure magic of the Naga was ancient and almost had a life of its own. It was so powerful that it didn't need to be guided, really. Kael'thas observed Faltheriel blink several times, then shake his head at whatever it was he was seeing. Then, Faltheriel took a step closer. He did not appear or act the way Kael'thas expected. For Kael'thas, his dream with Vashj was consuming, gloriously enchanting. Fun. Faltheriel hunched like a torturous pain was growing in his stomach. He looked ready to cry. Then, Faltheriel looked up, seeming to come clear of it. He looked around himself, as if checking to see that he was really at home, in his dorm room. Then, he was embarassed to notice Kael'thas there, watching everything.
"You alright there, Faltheriel? You seemed to go someplace. Just now."
Faltheriel began to ask again, slowly, pained, "Kael'thas…?" then, Faltheriel gave it up, "This is a very ass-backwards way to go about wanting someone. I don't know if I like you yelling at me," Then, his shoulders sank, "Okay, okay, I might like you yelling at me." Then, pride welled up in him, "But I don't like you being so damn disrespectful!"
Faltheriel decided to have the beer. Then, he made a face, because it was very warm beer. Faltheriel watched Kael'thas ease back on his elbows, swish the wine around, finish it. After, Kael'thas raised the glass expectantly, for Faltheriel to come over to the bed and pour him another. Perhaps, this time, for it to work… Kael'thas figured he would have to touch his victim.
Faltheriel held back, sensing the danger. And he also noticed what Kael'thas was wearing. All black, for some reason. Elegant slacks and a nice shirt. A pair of fine black gloves were even stuffed into his pocket.
Faltheriel shook his head slowly, "Prince Kael'thas… are you trying to seduce me?"
Kael'thas thought of everything he wanted, badly, if that helped him look the part. He gave a smile that reflected his need for all of that.
Faltheriel was clearly tempted. He went for the wine bottle, really hesitating. But then, Faltheriel knelt at the edge of the bed and poured for his prince.
How had Vashj touched him, to start the flow of power? This would be a good time to, perhaps… touch Faltheriel's leg. Kael'thas wondered if he was really willing to go so far. Shame flooded through him as well, as it felt so wrong, and unkind. But Jaina, she was the prize in the end. He may as well be touching her…
"How do I feel about you?" Faltheriel let the wine fall neatly into the waiting glass.
Kael'thas watched his hand open, the fingers spread. He could feel the warmth of Faltheriel's body. He traced fingers along the cotton edge of the striped pajamas. Faltheriel should have jumped out of his skin. But he was letting him. He wasn't the one who was afraid.
"Well, Kael'thas, you're fun."
"I'm no fun." Really, Kael'thas was starting to feel more sad about what he was attempting to do, by the moment. Really, how could he? The Naga magic surged in him. It was an effort to ignore that.
"No, give yourself more credit, Kael'thas. In your own way, you are wild and ferocious. Actually, you're a shameless bastard."
"Interesting. Maybe I should just slap you instead."
Faltheriel really grinned at that. Fine time to notice that he had a dimple in that cheek, "But you can also be very kind. You're exceptionally intelligent. It's stimulating and wonderful to be around you because you're so fascinating to just watch, and to speak to… You're sort of, well… radiant. And feeling challenged like that all the time, to keep up with conversations, it's pretty sexy. You're very sexy, Kael'thas." Then, Faltheriel retreated from looking at him so intensely. He placed the bottle back on the nightstand and sat nearby, at the edge of the bed, "You are a special soul." Faltheriel softened, "Some people are pebbles. So smooth, wanting to just get along, being tumbled around forever at the bottom of a stream, unable to stand the pressure of life. They change and do whatever the world tells them to. They don't care what they lose about themselves. But you, my dear friend, are like a diamond. You have the courage to let yourself shine and be as defiant and angry as you were born. You have a right to be angry, too. And nothing seems to be able to truly cut you or stop you—"
"I wish that were true."
"Of course, you've been in pain, Kael'thas. You know pain. But when you're not filled with this… ribald mischief or riteous anger and unafraid to show it… You're a compassionate sort of warlock, aren't you? You're willing to make sacrifices for the ones that you love. Great ones. Even dark ones. That's why you're still here on campus, isn't it? You've endured so much to show Jaina how much you desire her. Note that I didn't say love for that one."
Kael'thas rolled his eyes.
"I think you're a better man than Prince Arthas, definitely. The sad thing about the situation with you and Jaina is that… Well, you've already won. You are better than him. And it isn't that she doesn't see that." Faltheriel had another drink, like it was nothing, "…You just don't."
Kael'thas glared. Then, he untensed. He looked lost.
"Kael'thas, if you really want to sleep together tonight because you're curious, or you feel hurt and hopeless, then fine. I'll make love to you. I'll show you what love really is, man or woman. I promise that I will give you the attention and care that you deserve because you are such a beautiful person, inside and out, Kael'thas. You shouldn't have to linger and keep suffering so alone like this. Someone needs to stop you… hemorrhaging on the inside, like that."
Kael'thas looked over at Faltheriel, astonished. Faltheriel was busy looking down at his own hands, though. Twining his nervous fingers together over the black sheets speckled with fine gold dots.
Kael'thas realized his hand was on Faltheriel's warm leg. He winced and moved it, to squeeze Faltheriel's shoulder.
Then, though the Naga magic was snarling at him not to do so, "I… I-I'm so sorry, Faltheriel."
Faltheriel knocked back the last of the beer. He then leaned on his elbows and like Kael'thas was doing, and lay beside him. Faltheriel crossed his legs and wriggled his toes in socks. One red sock had a big hole it in. Kael'thas laughed because he hadn't expected that.
Kael'thas cleared his throat after laughing so much, "Damn. I also didn't expect you to say anything like that—"
"All the right things?" Faltheriel gave a glowing smile, "Maybe that'll be my revenge on you for coming in here like you did. Leaving you knowing that I'm perfect for you probably, but you can't ever have me."
"Okay, Faltheriel…" Kael'thas rolled his eyes. Then, his smile died down, "Forcing Jaina to wear my mother's engagement ring was kind of… extreme and pathetic, wasn't it? I thought it… I mean, that probably did occur to me at some point. But by then, the spell was cast; the die was cast. The whole experiment was ready to go, Faltheriel."
"Well, you can't undo it now. And it's not like you had a nosey roommate or well-meaning friend to notice you spending way too much time on it and warn you about how weird it was. We weren't really hanging out back then."
"Ugh. I am weird! It's so true. Ho gods, am I weird! How could I have done all that?"
"You're a hot weird guy, though. You'll always get away with it."
Kael'thas chuckled again.
"… Anyway, I should know."
Kael'thas laughed even harder.
"Alright, it's been what—minutes by now, and you still haven't jumped on me? Well, if you don't want my body, then I must be able to do something else for you, Kael'thas." Faltheriel looked over at him, "Why are you wearing so much black, anyway? What have you been up to?"
"Nothing, yet. I was thinking of breaking into Violet Hold." Kael'thas waited to see how that landed. Faltheriel narrowed eyes at him. Kael'thas went on nervously, "Actually, I wanted you to help me steal the memory deterioration spells. A few vials of them. Since they've put them in a portable form to test, it occurred to me that we could just take the research. You know, for our research… purposes. I just can't do it alone, I need someone to watch my back."
Faltheriel snapped his fingers, "Oh! Like you were saying in the lab? Yeah! Totally, I can do that for you. Let's stick it to those Humans!"
"Wait—you can?! You're going to help me, just like that!"
"Yeah, sounds like fun."
Kael'thas was stymied, "But I thought… I came in here all revved up to… well, you know. Convince you to do it. Actually, I'm also pretty high on Naga magic right now, I should warn you. Aaaand, I might have been using it on you all evening to give you strange thoughts and make you more willing. Sorry again."
"Ah, I see. I guess you would be," Faltheriel bristled, "So it wasn't Lady Jaina you came from, it was that creepy Naga thing in the basement and she shared her magic with you." Faltheriel smiled at him, "…You weirdo."
"Har har."
"Cool beans. Let me just go get my toolbelt."
"Toolbelt?"
Faltheriel had gone into the closet. He leaned back out, smiling beautifully, "Well, I am your stalker after all. And that makes me a royal stalker, so I have to be the best of the best. Did you think I'd be terrible at it and totally unprepared?"
Kael'thas cringed as he listened to Faltheriel pull down heavy, clinking chain-like things from unseen shelves and unsheathe what sounded like knives or swords in his deceptively small closet.
When Faltheriel returned, he was dressed head to toe in classic black, with a cap pulled ontop of his blonde head. He rolled it up and finished strapping on some goggles over his bangs. Faltheriel turned and tried styling his hair in the mirror with this goggles and his turned up burglar's hat, then gave up. Last, he swept fingers around to tighten a slick-looking onyx utility belt at his waist.
"…Is that Gnomish?"
"No, Goblin all the way! The bombs are fun, I guess, but I'm more into their motorcycles."
"I can't imagine you or me on some Goblin motorcycle, Faltheriel."
"Funny. I imagine it a lot," Then, just as swiftly, "Ready, sweetie? I kind of feel like my life has been leading up to this moment. Yay!"
Then, Faltheriel pulled down some rose-colored goggles that even Kael'thas had to admit, really suited the slim, spooky Elf.
"Oooh, look who's hot for me after all, even though he claimed that he wasn't—"
"Faltheriel. Take those damned stupid heat vision goggles off, and let's just go. Now!"
Liadrin, it's hard to believe, I know. Yet I did survive that, somehow. Though I warn you, it got worse than even that…
Later, they were walking down the sidewalks of Dalaran together, looking as casual as possible and also dressed in all black. An arcane construct, a giant blue whirring machine that glowed with white, magic was suddenly striding around the corner. As large as it was, it could be deceptively silent. Faltheriel did a cat-like leap, pushed Kael'thas out of the way, then rolled to a stop around a corner in one smooth movement. Faltheriel then beckoned once the giant war machine had gone away down the street.
Kael'thas looked both ways, swore, and skulked across the road to hunch down beside Faltheriel.
"How the hell did you do all that? You're no rogue!"
"It's… just a hobby." Faltheriel smiled beautifully up at him.
"No, Faltheriel. I think it's boiled over into a life-choice."
The two Elf men went and crouched behind the first gray column of stone by the bridge to the keep. Below was a deep moat that looked none too friendly. They peered across the bridge at four guards standing by the large studded doors.
"So, Kael'thas. What's your plan?"
"We break in."
"Good, good."
Faltheriel waited. Kael'thas waited. Then, Kael'thas looked over at Falthriel, expectant.
"But how do we break in, Kael'thas?"
Kael'thas looked around in the dark, then scratched his head. "Honestly, I thought there would be fewer guards around at night."
"Do you mean no guards at night? Because that's the whole point of armed guards, Kael'thas, to stand around dangerous buildings at night?!"
"Shh, keep your voice down."
Faltheriel let out a breath, rolled his eyes, "Okay. We wait until the guards change for the first night shift. Then, we slip inside. We keep low and then east. We listen for anything unusual, anything. Then, we take the stairs. The most dangerous experiments should be in the wing on that same side of the building, up on the second floor. Several magical wards are there, but you and I should be able to silence them all. And you must always wait for my signal before you do anything. Got it?"
Kael'thas raised eyebrows at Faltheriel giving such confident instructions, with exacting hand gestures to indicate the direction and everything. Faltheriel then motioned that the 'go' signal was several rolls of his wrist and two fingers pointed forward.
"You know Faltheriel, my toenail clipper went missing a few weeks ago. It's a gold one with the Sunstrider insignia on it. Something no other mortal being could possibly want. Because, at the end of the day, it's still a junky old toe nail clipper…"
Faltheriel glanced back at Kael'thas leaning over his shoulder, another beaming, lovely smile.
Through clenched teeth, "…You do have it, don't you?"
"Guards just changed, Kael'thas. We're going in…"
And Faltheriel had an almost elegant low-to-the-ground man-prowl with fingers spread, at the ready.
Kael'thas whispered, "Liar. And to think I let you sweet-talk me…"
Halfway across the bridge, Faltheriel flinched at the sound of Kael'thas snapping fingers at him to stop. Faltheriel turned around and looked at his prince wide-eyed, amazed that Kael'thas would be so annoying and awkward about a dangerous prank he himself had thought up.
Faltheriel hissed in a breath, grabbed Kael'thas by the shirt collar and raced them the rest of the way across the moat. Faltheriel then brought them up against the far wall, back into the deepest shadows by the doors.
"Kael'thas, you're cute and all, but if you keep being so wonderful, out loud, we are going to get caught and skinned alive!"
"I almost forgot." Kael'thas looked nervous, but then the edge of his mouth raised in a smile. In fact, he started grinning like a madman. Something new and thrilling had just occurred to him. Faltheriel furrowed his brow. How was it that Kael'thas seemed to be getting more and more out of it with no arcane crystals in sight?
"That weird Naga lady isn't with you now… just what are you on, Kael'thas? Are you doing arcane crystals too, ontop of everything else? Don't you know when you've had enough?!"
Kael'thas reached across and placed his hand over Faltheriel's face. Honestly, Faltheriel fought it only a little. Kael'thas then slid his hand down over Faltheriel's chest, his torso, leaving a glowing green smear of magic over his body. But before Faltheriel could think to enjoy the sudden, strange touch, he realized what Kael'thas was truly doing to him. Conjuring something… something that felt… it felt so wrong! Confusion and then dread filled his mind.
"What? Kssksss… Kael'thasss! What have you done!"
Kael'thas then dragged a hand down over his own face, changing it to look more reptilian, as well as his chest, belly and legs. Both men balanced uncomfortably on scaley fish-like tails, reaching for each other's arms for a few moments before they got used to it.
Kael'thas looked down at himself, and then over at Faltheriel. He opened his now crocodilian jaws in hoarse laughter.
"Why are we Naga right now?" Faltheriel freaked out. He looked at his black claws, his silvery eel-like body, "Oh gods! Can you change us back? Change me back now!"
"Becaaaaussse…" Kael'thas hissed back, "This is a thousand times better than a massssk. The magic just spoke to me and showed me how to do this, isn't it wonderful? We can take what we like in there, and do whatever we want to Sweeney's guards, no questionssss. Heh. No problemssss."
Then, Kael'thas, golden scales glowing darkly in the moonlight, slithered ahead.
Faltheriel sucked exasperated breaths through his silvery gills. Suddenly, this was the most horrible night of his life.
When Faltheriel looked up again, he realized he was already knee-deep, or tail-deep in it. Kael'thas was already inside the doors, savagely punching one of the guards in the first hall. Kael'thas then turned and knocked the other purple-clad guard up against the wall. He used a large spiny Naga tail to slash straight across Human man's face.
"Sssomething occurs to me. Why is Kael'thas engaged to Jaina Proudmoore if he secretly hates Humans so much?!" Faltheriel then slithered quickly inside the hold after him.
And so, that's how it began. The worst prank I ever pulled on the Alliance that the world has thankfully forgotten. But we still had such a long, terrible night ahead of us…
So, Lady Liadrin, if you could not tell anyone outside of the essential folk in our elect group that I seduced Faltheriel Darkweaver, and then teamed up with my stalker while high and dressed like Naga to infiltrate Violet Hold-that is, long before the Highborne had to split from the Alliance? I'd kindly appreciate it. I mean, it might all look like my fault. They might even take retroactive action against all Blood Elves today, like when they arrested all those so-called Sunreavers? Actually, looking back, not surprised Jaina was the one behind that.
…What? I pretty much assumed the Bloodknight Matriarch would be a lot more accepting. I mean, look at all the crazy stuff you guys did over the years, especially during the Burning Crusade.
I mean, torturing a Naaru and such… they were all things that I ordered you guys to do, but still.
…Liadrin? Wait, I thought they ret-conned Seal of Blood. Why are you conjuring up that painful, extinct retributive magic now? Heh. Didn't know the Bloodknight Matriarch was such a dinosaur.
And anyway Fennore, you're my sworn protector, aren't you going to do something about this? Uh, Fennore? Dammit—
Lady Liadrin casts Seal of Blood.
Lady Liadrin casts Judgement. You take 600,000,000,000 Light damage.
OUCH!