As a few days or so passed, nothing really happened. I would leave during the day time to go train while they would plot or something. Sargeras hadn't found a puppet yet, and he was giving us reasons to believe he wouldn't pull another poor soul into the job either.
Anyway, since we had no idea what would become of these warnings, more and more Burning Legion demons crawled around the Black Temple now. There were sets of the guarding the entrance, the roof, my room, and patrolling the hallways.
However, after 9 days of nothingness, a band of Orcs, Trolls, and Tauren, marched down the path to the Black Temple, bearing a white flag. They only wanted to talk. I'd I would make sure that talking is all that would go on.
"Kill them as soon as they hit the steps," Kil'Jaeden was ordering.
Stepping in, I contradicted, "No. They only want a peaceful talk. You have to obey the white flag. It means peace."
"I thought it meant surrender,"
"It depends on the situation. Are we at war? No, we're not. So, they only want a peaceful talk," I explained.
"We're demons we don't have to obey it!" Kil'Jaeden growled, "Kill them."
I felt a surge of confidence flow through me. "No, do NOT kill them. I command you." I looked at the Fel Demon commander.
"Yes, ma'am," it said, and walked off.
"Little girl, you have a lot to learn," Kil'Jaeden growled, more angry than before, "And I promise you, I will teach you a lesson you won't soon forget."
I turned away from the angry spirit and followed the Fel Commander back to the steps to see their message.
"Halt!" the Fel commanders yelled. "State you're business." Very business like, I thought. The party was small. It consisted of about 10 people; 3 Trolls, 4 Tauren, and 3 Orcs.
"We bare a message from Thrall," one of the Orcs said. "He is appalled that Sargeras and the rest of the Burning Legion would conjure another Illidan Stormrage. However, he is not surprised." The Orc paused. I noticed that not a single one of them have noticed me. "Thrall says he considers this an act of war and when he decides further on what to do we will send another messenger."
"Is that all?" the Fel Commander asked.
This is when the confidence surged through me again. "I have a message for Thrall." I pushed through the Fel Commanders. "Tell him simply this: here I am." The Horde messengers looked at me in awe, almost like they didn't believe that I was real until now.
Later, after they had left, I went back up to my room. I groaned, realizing what I had just done. I had pretty much just accepted an invitation to war.
"What are you going to do now?" Illidan asked. I remembered what Orian told me when we were growing up. I asked him how you win a war. He said, "Well, first, you have to be absolutely crazy. But you also need people who know what the fuck they're doing. And, it always helps to have a mistrusting enemy. Just remember, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend,'." I groaned again. Oh, I gotta learn how to keep my big, fat trap shut…
"Do you wanna know how my friend Happy died?" I suddenly blurted out the next day. We were in what could be the dining room of the Black Temple. By "we" I mean Kil'Jaeden, Archimonde, and myself. I was lying down on the huge table that took up the majority of the space in the room.
"Who the hell is Happy?" Kil'Jaeden asked. We had been discussing who Sargeras's next puppet could be. I suppose my question took them by surprise.
"If you feel comfortable telling us, little one," Archimonde said. "Little one" had become my pet name around the Black Temple. Upon my arrival here, I refused to speak my name for almost 2 weeks. Because they didn't know my name (and Archimonde thought Kil'Jaeden's idea of "dip-shit" was rude) I became known as "little one". The stormy night that I grew my wings was when I finally let them in on the secret that was my name.
"Comfortable with us?" Kil'Jaeden mocked. "Why would Eternus do that? We still don't even know her last name." That I won't tell them.
"Happy was a dwarf priest," I interrupted. "He had, like, the most psychotic red hair I've ever seen. But, he was a healer. I remember the night I…" I gulped down the lump in my throat. "The night I lost Orian, I had gotten my feet all cut up and bruised and within the half hour, Happy had got them healed and scar-free.
"He was always very curious, and a womanizer, so when that mysterious feminine figure told him about the shadowy side of the priest's abilities, it's no wonder he started to try them out," I continued. "I was just returning to the inn we were staying at when…when I saw him hovering in a swirling mass of dark energies. He was laughing manically and when he spoke, I could tell a dark soul had possessed him." I remembered it almost too clearly.
"Ha! A pathetic mortal has seen me!" the demon cackled. "She's just going to have to die and be my new minion!! Yes, die! Blood-shed! All life lost." I shook my short, teal hair wildly, refusing to believe it.
"Happy!? C'mon, this isn't funny. It's me, Eternus?" I shouted at him.
"Dead girl will lose name," the demon said. His eyes were crazy, bloodthirsty almost. "Dead girl will be just another lonely soul." And then a look of sheer disgust crossed his face. The vessel began to thrash around and around like he had an invisible enemy.
"Eternus, is it you?" Happy asked.
"Happy?! Ohmylight, Happy!!" I shouted. "What happened?"
"I shouldn't have listened to that bitch, that's what happened," Happy bitterly explained. "This demon took over my body. Eternus, I'm practically in the Emerald Dream. Please, don't let this son of a BITCH have my body. Please kill it." Shocked, I took a step back and almost fell over. "Please, Eternus, I promise it won't hurt me. I don't have any control over me anymore. I'll tell Orian you love him!" And then I watched Happy's voice disappear from that dwarf body.
"Oh, dead girl REALLY dead now," the demon snapped. Happy wanted me to kill his body, but I knew I couldn't. I suppose I was sort of relieved to watch the dagger fly over my head and fly straight into the dwarf's chest. Behind me, I spun around to see Eris, Core, and Buck on Core's shoulders. Sobbing, I ran to them and they collapsed around me in a group hug.
"Damn," Kil'Jaeden said. "I'm going to admit, that there are some demon souls I DON'T control."
"Really?" Archimonde asked sarcastically, "We never, and I mean NEVER, would have guessed…"
"Archimonde," Kil'Jaeden began, "Sometimes, I get the vibe that you are very, very sarcastic with me."
Archimonde shrugged and said, "I wouldn't dream of it!"
I was a little surprised to see the blood fall on the blue table. I traced the flowing blood to the right side of my torso. An arcane marking, completely identical to the one above it, was being carved into my flesh. I winced in pain, touching the bloody rune; I watched the blood begin to fade. It was replaced by a deep glowing purple. I looked up at the shocked spirits.
"Oh, GREAT!!" Kil'Jaeden shouted. "She gets even MORE power…"
I sighed and semi-smiled. In the past 3 months, I hadn't thought about the death of any of my friends. Now, suddenly they were flooding my thoughts, memories were taking over me. When the other message came, I really didn't care. I brushed past the messengers as if they weren't there. Sure, I was curious (okay not really) but my gatta-be-quick-about-it demon hunter training was drawing to a close. Within the week, if I so chose, I'll be infusing a demon soul within me. And the way I felt about it now, it looked like I was going to be losing my milky, white eyes.