I woke up to muffled cries. At first I was worried; at first I thought it was me crying. But then I opened my eyes and saw the pitch black. The pitch black also scared me because, for a moment, I thought I had lost my Demon Hunter's vision. I flung myself into the air with headlong, blinded. I flew in rage until I landed in a paladin's lap. Instantaneously, I knew he was a paladin by the yellow his figure was shaded.
"Oh...excuse me," I apologized.
"RMF!" was the muffled reply. I looked around and I guess I was still in Naxxramas. Opening my mouth to call out for one of my minions, I was stopped.
"Alright you filthy little paladin!! I'm not so sure how you did it…but, HANDS OFF OF ETERNUS!" I heard Morgraine shout.
"No wait! I accidently," and once again I was interrupted. Morgraine plucked the paladin from underneath me and pulled him up to the Ashbringer's unholy blade. I turned around to see 39 other people tied up as well. "Before we kill anyone, what's going on?"
"A raid group followed you to the Necropolis," Thaddius explained. "They threatened to kill you when you fell asleep, so we tied them up to protect you."
"Yes," I started, "That's very sweet and all, but, they are technically considered hostages, which is an act of war, and I have a lot of war on my plate right now, and, you see, this could only make it worse."
"Oh…" Thaddius thought, "Well, we didn't look at it that way before…" I frowned at the 40 hostages my army had collected.
"Well, this puts me in a bit of a predicament here," I announced to the raid. "I really don't want to kill you; I really want to let you go." All of their auras seemed to relax a little bit. "However, I cannot have you speaking." I turned to my army and said, "10 men to each wing. Kill them, turn them, make them your pets…however you see fit." And I stalked off toward the exit, sickeningly happy with what I had just done.
"I want to tell you something I would never tell someone in a higher position of power than me," Archimonde said. "First off, I think you're pure crazy. I think what you had to witness has turned you evil and you want to make every living thing fell your misery." He paused. "I also think you can do it. Secondly, I think you already know what no other demon hunter knows. You can kill a person and take their power for your own."
"Are you done monologing?" I asked. We stood on top of the Black Temple in Shadowmoon Valley. I saw the millions of demons of the Burning Legion below. I wanted to peer into the future to see what to what this battle would bring about but for some reason, I wouldn't let me.
"Just about," Archimonde replied. "I want to warn you that you're in grave danger. Kil'Jaeden, envious of how much your powers have grown, plans to take your life…and your powers." I wasn't surprised. Then I saw what I was waiting for. I saw colors of all sorts and shapes and sizes on the horizon. They crawled over the horizon and stopped. I heard a male voice shout out,
"We are here Eternus Firemoon!!" That was my cue.
"I figure you won't take offense to this, seeing how you're dead and all, Archimonde," I whispered.
"No, no offense has been taken, I figured you'd do this," he responded. With that being said, I jumped off of the roof and let myself freefall. The wind rushed through my hair until I let my wings extend and let me hover in the air. I flew up and through the 4 shards into the air and 4 portals opened. The creatures of Naxxramas spilled out onto the ground and stood with the Horde and Alliance forces. I flew down to where all the faction leaders stood.
"So, our goal here today is to kill Kil'Jaeden…you can try and kill me after," I explained.
"Yes, we know. After this battle, we will go back to being enemies," Lady Sylvanas said, "We want nothing of you, afterwards, but your head."
"If it were up to me I'd take you head right now," Malfurion growled. I'd take yours too, buddy…
"Well, another enemy has come to join us for this battle," I said, nervous at how they'd react to Arthas. We felt a sudden chill settle down amongst the battlefield. Ice lay in the foot prints he just left, as he walked up to me. I came up to his waist; a little less.
"I am here," the Lich King said. "Are these our comrades?" He looked at the Horde and Alliance forces. "Or are we having a discussing a potential negotiation."
"These are our comrades," I explained. He frowned at the forces again.
"I just want to see Kil'Jaeden take his dying breath…" Finally, someone, Malfurion, spoke up.
"There is no way in HELL I am fighting alongside with that thing. As a matter of fact, I will do the world a favor and take his life right now," Malfurion roared. I summoned the Warglaives of Azzinoth.
"You really don't want to do that," I growled back pointing the Warglaives at him. "The only bloodshed I want is that of the Burning Legion."
"Fine," Malfurion scoffed. "But don't be shocked if there is some friendly fire." I sneered. "You know there is something about you that scares me more that I feared my brother's insanity."
"Oddly enough, I don't give a damn," I replied, "But I'm sure you will tell me anyways…"
"Your aura…your presence…has this odd calming, reassuring influence to others about it. And, thus, you scare me because you can use that to your advantage and convince people you are good," Malfurion monologued. "However, no demon hunter should be taken lightly or be trusted." The Lich King seemed intrigued by what Malfurion was saying.
"Alright!" I shouted to the troops, mine, Alliance, and Horde. "Listen up! What I need you to do is concentrate on the army! Kil'Jaeden will not hurt you unless you are in his way. So as long as you stay away from me and" I wondered what to call Arthas in front of these guys. "The King of the Scourge, you should be okay. We can handle Kil'Jaeden ourselves." I turned toward the Black Temple and saw the orange and black portal spawning behind the Burning Legion army and bit my lip. He rose at least as tall as 3 Black Temples and summoned blades as big as the regular Black Temple. I could feel concern radiate from the faction leaders and fear from the armies. Arthas dawned Frostmourne and stuck it in the ground, summoning thousands of undead. I turned to the vast armies and said good luck to everyone in their language.