Demonic Blood

Disclaimer; I don't own Ranma or WOW, all I own is my own clothes, my bed ( bought by my parents though, I just sleep in it every night…) and some parts of my PC, like the Hard Disks. All I can say that its getting wild, not choosing an apprentice for Ranma just yet…


Murlocs


Ranma blinked as he saw blue sky all around him, then realised that he was currently in a very high place, and about to drop down a long way. He knew that the Succubae had limited flight, and that Hinako would land if Nodoka grabbed her. That just left a problem for him, the fact still remaining that there would be some problems with his landing.

He looked as the ground was approaching, the wings on his back being a bit frail to support him at the moment as he had just recently gained, them not having enough exercise to be used for flight.

He could see that there was a small settlement, with strange creatures scurrying around. He extended his wings to maximum length, hoping to slow his descent. He looked for a free spot, hoping to find a spot which was free.

Blacktooth looked as he was about to begin devouring the tasty human flesh of the human which had been killed only a few days ago. They had overwhelmed the human with their oracles acting as support as they attacked them. There were almost no problems with hunting humans lately. There were even some of those green humans killed, for some reason their flesh tasted like rotting meat, having a taint of darkness to them which made most of their tribesmen sick for a day at least. He exited his hut to feel something odd, something which screamed power to his senses, and looked up to see something fall from the sky, and land straight in the village square.

A gurgling sound was heard and Ranam turned to look at one of the strange creatures, looking at it with close scrutiny. Blacktooth stared back, looking somewhat surprised to see the strange creature look at him, then Ranma spoke; "Where is the closest human settlement?"

Blacktooth's mind was racing to recall where he had heard about those creatures before. They weren't humans, they were infinitively more powerful than them, then it clicked into his mind: this creature was a god, sent from the sky to lead their tribe into greatness! "Master!" he gurgled and sank to his knees. Being one of the most experienced warriors in the village, the rest of the Murlocs sank to their knees, and the Elder came to the front, to watch what the commotion was all about.

Bluehand looked at the strange person/creature and sighed. One of the old Gods had returned to them! The Master of them would come form the skies, so it had been foretold in the lore of their race. "Master, we are ready to serve…" the gurgling speech was heard, and the elderly Murloc sank to his knees, in reverence of the Deity that had come from the sky.

Ranma looked at the strange creatures as they all sank to their knees and he could hear an old gurgling voice speak words, which he immediately translated in his mind. Master? They think of my as their master? Well then, let's find out what exactly they are…'

"Greetings. Can you tell me where I am?" his voice seemed to be something which made them shiver, the power contained within it making them shiver. "Master, you are on the world of Azeroth, near the city that humans call Stormwind. We are the blood fin tribe of Murlocs, ready to serve." The mood was slightly tense as their god looked at them and a smile began to spread over his features, then he said: "Are any of you adept at using magic?"

The question was answered with a gurgling sound, which was translated as an assent. The elder stepped forwards and said; "The Oracles are the one4s who can do magic, and will be able to assist you in any way you want, Old One." The elder bowed before their god, Ranma's smile widening, showing deadly teeth.

"Do you want me to teach some of you some magic?" the elder's eyes widened slightly, as the offer from the Divine One sounded so good to his old ears, that he almost faltered: "Holy One, we would love to learn under you, and in return we shall teach you some of the magics that we know."

Ranma looked at the fish-men, a smile slowly coming to his lips. At least he knew that there were humans around, now he'd only have to find Aezneth and Nodoka and Hinako and then all would be fine. "I have some companions with me, a human female of around this size. " he indicated with his arm almost exactly how high Hinako was and then continued; "She isn't armoured, and wears clothing which may look strange, but she probably won't have any way to defend herself against you. There are two minor Demons with her, my mother, and my servant, Aezneth."

The murlocs gave a gurgle of assent, and the elder spoke; "Your wish shall be granted, Old One. We shall find your companions, and bring them to you. When you speak about the Demons, are they of the Succubus kind?" Ranma nodded and the Elder gurgled in the language which was the thing they spoke, the elder's gurgles being understood only on instinct, and a minor application of demonic Magics. "THE OLD ONE HAS RETURNED! HAIL THE OLD ONE!"

The murlocs gurgled excitedly; Ranma looking at them as they all bowed like one, then looked at him expectantly, looking exactly like puppies do to a Master. He grinned and then began to walk in a random direction, until he sensed his companions. "I have sensed them… it won't be long before they come and find me…" the Elder gurgled something, and the entire population of Murlocs looked at him, something which looked like a smile coming on their faces.

"THE OLD ONE IS ALKNOWING! PRAISE HIS DIVINE PRESENCE!" the Murloc elder gurgled, looking important. Ranma looked at the murlocs, then saw Aezneth and Nodoka approaching with a knocked out Hinako hanging limply over Nodoka's shoulder. "Mother, Aezneth, how did Hinako-chan become knocked out?"

"She knocked her head on a branch, Ranma-dear." Ranma nodded and said; "These are creatures which seem to know where humans live… maybe they even know where my relatives live…" the Murloc Elder spoke up, the gurgling almost incomprehensible to Ranma: "Our race is called murlocs, revered Old One. My tribe is at your disposal. Where you wish us to go, we shall go." Ranma smiled at the elder, looking at him and said; "I shall select the ones of your kind fit to learn my craft, the craft of the truly powerful." Ranma extended his senses, looking for a small demonic taint within everyone there, he saw Aezneth and Nodoka light up like a light bulb, then turned his attention to the other murlocs who were around him, not detecting any trace of demonic energy within them. He looked around until he felt a faint flicker of demonic energy, and his eyes rested on Blacktooth. "I pick you…" he uttered, then walked towards the murloc, feeling the magic around him hum and buzz like angry bees, with a smile on his face which would be horrifying, if one had been human.

Blacktooth gurgled in joy, the Old One had picked him to teach the craft to him. He could sense something off about the Old One, like a looming threat always seemed to hang above him, but that couldn't be true because the Old One was immortal, and lived far longer then any of his kind…

Ranma watched as the humanoid gurgled excitedly, a small smile coming to his face and he immediately sadi: "Can you feel that power within you?" his voice was softer, willing to convey the message to the humanoid and not frighten in.


Blacktooth gurgled an agreement, then looked at its new teacher when Ranma began to explain the basic principles of mana and the uses in demonic magic, and that he should try to find it out.

Blacktooth searched within himself for the magical core that he should possess, and felt it burning with power. The moment he tapped into it, he could feel delicious power filling it, making him feel bigger and better then any other murloc that had lived. He could feel his body stretching, twisting; beginning to grow in places he knew that there was no growth possible.

Ranma watched as the murloc tapped into the core of the magic that it possessed and he helped it along with some demonic magic, allowing the murloc to grow some new enhancements, like a bit more ferocious looking teeth. The claws on the hand turned into wicked talons, Ranma being pleased with the energy which seemed to be running through the murloc now. "Can you feel the energy flowing through you? It strengthens you, feeds you power and makes you more powerful then even your most powerful spell casters."

The instruction ended with Ranma handing the murloc a small booklet on how to become an effective warlock, not that the murloc could read it, but since it was a small booklet, a murloc scribe took note of it all in their weird language, which seemed to be written in a wavelike pattern, which seemed to stretch on and on, on a piece of wood, probably from a ship, or a small cart. Ranma spoke the words within the booklet with his voice being soft and endearing tot the Murlocs. First of all, there was an instruction about how to try and find the dark energy within them and how to manipulate it in battle. Some basic warlock spells were published in it, like the ability to sense Demons, and the way on how to breathe underwater for a long time.

He grinned as he completed the booklet, stating: "That is all…. I think I might pay the humans a little visit, to determine where the rest of my family lives. " the murloc elder looked at the Old One, gurgling his thanks for passing on the holy knowledge of the magic, then said: "Praise be with you, Old One. Let me hand you this pendant, so there shall be no Murloc in your way to kill you, once they see this pendant, it's radiance showing you are the old One. It was entrusted by you to each tribe, and is the identifying mark of the Old One. It cannot be worn unless the Elder chose to bestow it upon someone…"

Ranam accepted the pendant, placing it around his neck, a beautiful depiction of something which seemed to resemble a murloc. He gained directions to the city from the Murlocs, and was given food (something which resembled human meat) and drinks ( a curious mixture of stuff, which seemed to be made from water mixed with gemstones). The Demons and their human companion were off, giving the village one last look before departing to Stormwind, where they would hopefully be able to get information about Ranma's last remaining family…


A new chapter, which I hope will be received nicely. I hope that I at least get 10 reviews…

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PS: I don't really make too much out of it, but should he pick up a human apprentice at Stormwind? One apprentice has already been decided upon, and I must admit that it would be fun to let one turn into a fallen…

Nature will weep….

on 6/6/06 i completed this chapter... and shouted to the heavens that it was completed (scaring a few passing cyclists in the process)...

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