Can't find the rhyme in all my reason
"Why this?"'
His mother's pleading words made his heart ache, but he couldn't listen. He couldn't turn away now.
Now, he had something to prove.
"Mother, he chose the path of the priest! He chose a weak path, and now is my chance to prove that I am the stronger man!"
She stared at him then... stared at him in horror... she stared with hatred burning in her eyes.
He hated the way they stared now.
"He can't heal them all." The words escaped him even as the shadow magic formed in his hands...
I've lost sense of time and all seasons
Eyes flying open and a horrid gasp escaping the pale column of her throat, she sat up, a flurry of long, pale limbs and flowing silken hair.
She didn't know where she was or how she had come to be there. She wasn't sure what she was doing, lying in a tomb.
Last she remembered, she had taken a necklace from a woman...
A young woman...
Surena...
He had said her name was Surena.
A rasping growl from beside her made her turn.
A voidwalker, looming over her.
She crouched before it, naked, for a moment, then stood, her blonde hair falling around her shoulders.
Her blue eyes narrowed slowly, and the Voidwalker bowed it's head.
"Long time you have been sssleeping, missstresss. Long time you have ssslept. Long time till you woke. Where will we go now, my missstresss?"
"Where are we."
"Ssstormwind."
"Away from here. There is much to be done."
I feel I've been beaten down By the words of men who have no grounds.
The bodies had continued once again to crowd the tables and floor, most of the nurses long since retired for the night.
A few remained among the horror of the plague ravaged town, moved throughout the room, removing personal items for return to family members.
One woman sifted through the contents of a pouch, belonging to a fallen man rumored to be a warlock.
Indeed...
She discovered several small, blood colored stones in the pouch, shuddering as she gathered them. Soul shards.
The souls of living beings, trapped within these small stones.
Disgusted, she put the pouch aside and leaned over the body, reaching to remove the weapon the man still wore when he fell.
It happened so suddenly...
His grip was terrible and firm as his hand closed over her face, squeezing hard. She tried to make a sound...
The man sat up slowly, his grip never loosening, and the woman's voice rose in a cry of alarm.
"No escape." The man rasped, opening his glowing, dead eyes. "No escape for the living!"
Waves of shadow magic flowed from him and into her, wave after wave after wave... She felt the sinking cold of the abyss reaching up to claim her, a strangled cry escping her once more. Her body jerked...
Fire followed shadow, burning away clothes, hair and flesh, but the screams that echoed from her continued long after it was done...
Can't sleep beneath the trees of wisdom For your axe has cut the roots that feed them
"It is unnatural." The druid's words only served to agitate him further. So he continued further into the cave, his voidwalker sliding silently up behind him. "It doesn't really obey you. It is only using you. It is unnatural."
Turning sharply, he glared at the druid, and she met his stare with one of equal discontent.
"You don't know anything about us." He growled.
"Untrue. I know more about you than you do. That is why that path was not the one I chose."
He spat at the Druid's feet, and her cheeks colored.
"Go." He commanded in low tones, to the demon. "Give her back to the dreams she so feverishly follows."
The druid's eyes widened, but it was too late.
Wickedly curved claws tore through delicate purple flesh, and the druid fell with a gurgling cry.
A sick smile lit up the face of the warlock.
"Foolish dreamers." He hissed kicking the body. "Can't you see that I am the one in control?"
"Are you?" A soft voice, not oft heard, hissed from behind him, and all his world became...
...blood and shadow...
Forked tongues in bitter mouths...
The rain poured down, quelling the fire inside him and slowly putting out the flames that ate away at the town.
The whip rose and fell with terrifying accuracy, each blow making the gnome's knees buckle a little more.
In an endless drone, the commanding figure of the Druid nearby read over and over the list of crimes commited.
"...unleashing an Infernal on... "
"No, it wasn't me! That came from Felfire hill!"
"... For the deaths of countless innocents by the hands of your shadow and fire..."
"No! No! You don't understand!"
Again and again, the whip fell.
"Foul crimes, all of them. You, little creature, have been consumed by the power bestowed upon you by the Legion."
"Nooooooo!"
Can drive a man to bleed from inside out...
"I promise, it's totally safe!" The lulling voice of the young woman, the soft curve of her blood red lips, her slanted green eyes and soft dark hair all helped to pull in the four unsuspecting young warriors. "I just need a little more help summoning it than it would take to summon say... my succubus. It will help us on this quest!"
The warriors' hesitation dulled away, and the woman smiled wickedly behind their backs as they all began to prepare for the ritual.
The Ritual of Doom...
"Yes, that's it." She muttered so only she could hear. "Completely safe."
They all thought so...
And the ritual progressed without mishap, that is... until the blood began to fountain from the vertically slashed throat and chest of one of the warriors. With a gurgle of shock, he fell to the ground, trembling violently.
The other warriors backed away, but the warlock simply smiled.
"That's right... one thing I forgot to point out." She said in silky tones. "It demands a sacrifice."
The warrior thrashed and began to scream past the blood that poured from his mouth.
"Don't worry... it will all be over soon."
What if you did? What if you lied?