Well here we go again, i'm gonna be taking down the next few chapters cause apparently my sense of humor isn't appreciated.. which i honestly don't give a fuck about, but the Beta insists... good god i really don't know why they don't like my starcraft crossovers with this story i mean good god they did it themselves in the roleplaying game haivng athe mortar teams say, "Tassadar has failed us you must not!" and going so far as to have a fucking Hydralisk hidden behind some trees lol... and then there are the zergling pets themselves lol.. enjoy, fuck you all who don't enjoy i'm ejoying it and ultiamtely thats what matters isn't it? that i enjoy mself hahahahaaah... just as i enjoyed making the girls and the boys of Twilight scream and groan with horror and nausea, when i desicrated their little fairytales, killed Jacob Black, turned sweet little Nessie into a drug addict with a split personality disorder named Carlie who really enjoys fucking Edward hehahahahahahahaaaahahaa! nd well he honestly enjoys it himself lol though he shall never admit it heheheheeeh Geshhh!

Sylvanas Windrunner, POV.

Dream sequence, Cue to the dramatic demon music or whatever it was that was playing when we saw that deal between Illidan and Kil'Jaedan, in Warcraft 3.

I removed my arrow from the carcass, of the dead abomination. Cursing softly, as I viewed Sapphiron, flying lazily off in the distance, making his way slowly but steadily to here.

"Come on sisters! Pack all that is essential and move out, before that beast gets here, we'd need a few hundred of those Orc Catapults with burning oil, to take that thing down!"

I watched as my forces, complied with my wishes and moved out, all of them muttering darkly and cursing Arthas and that giant monster of his.

I sighed and dug a small notch in the hill I stood by, weary beyond belief at this damned game I found myself playing with that damned Arthas, I had an arrow with his name on it and I couldn't even get close to him, the coward.

"Things not going as well as you hoped?" asked a gray velvet cocky gloating voice. I whirled around drawing an arrow from my quiver and drawing it tight against the dark wood of my longbow and fired the instant I had a draw on center mass.

I woke up with a small start, as sunlight shone through the window and onto me.

I muttered a small obscenity, put my pillow over my face and rolled over so my back was to the horribly bright and radiant light. Wishing quite fervently that the sun would just roll over and die like I did.

And then I noticed something… my chest didn't hurt and neither did my back. I sat up and peeled away the black stained bandages around my wounds… and was surprised to see nothing more than a few faint bruises and an extremely faint scar, that was probably going to disappear in a bit as well.

*Wow* I thought, *that Warlock sure knew what the hell he was doing.*

"Not a morning person I take it." I was out of bed and had my hands going to the daggers at my sides faster than a cat ran away from a water elemental… only to remember I had no daggers to draw upon and that I didn't even have any clothes to yank off and smother someone with.

"Quite some healing ability, you got there Sylvanas." I started and looked up, to see Illidan once again standing in the shadows of the room, leaning back against the wall. A cocky grin on his face. "Especially considering you're dead and by all rights should have no ability to heal yourself whatsoever except to consume flesh like ghouls. Makes me wonder just where you got such an amazing substance such as that. it's a pity it only works on the living impaired, otherwise it'd be great for my troops."

"what do you want?" I demanded. Trying not to think about demons with whatever it was that the warlock had given me, coursing through their veins.

He laughed, "What do I want? Hmm let me think there: My face on the silver dollar, a great big huge statue of me on the halls of Heroes everywhere, recognition by my Brother and the rest of my people for the fact that my actions in Ashenvale forest sealed the downfall of the Burning Legion and umm oh yeah I want Tyrande."

I stared at him, shocked, disgusted and a little awed by the power of the arrogance behind these requests, as well as more than a little confused. *Who is Tyrande?* I wondered.

"But I'll settle for you answering my questions, without need of any physical duress. And you also putting on these." he threw a bundle of something on the bed and I realized it was clothes.

I did my best not to leap for the clothes and clutch them to myself, wary of this seemingly random act of kindness.

"Why?" I asked, crossing my arms over my bare chest. "its not as though we're going anywhere and like you said you no longer possess the sight required to take stock of my feminine assets."

He smirked, "You're right, I don't have eyes of which to gaze upon you anymore, but the same can't be said for my guards or any of the cleaning staff. And we are going somewhere as a matter of fact, Fallen elf."

Still I stood at the bedside stubborn. "Why should I go anywhere with you or answer any of your questions? Its not as though I asked for your help."

He sighed and rubbed at his horns. "Because, you didn't ask for my help, I brought you up out of that pit I found you in and removed the arrow that was killing you all out of the goodness of my heart, when I could have just as easily left you there to rot."

He ticked the points off on his long bony fingers, "because like I said, you are in my realm now my territory you are my unwanted guest not quite captive, which means you are obligated to me to answer at least 3 of my questions. I could just as easily have you sent down to the dungeons to have the information tortured out of you and umm oh yes, I'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here buck naked if I have to."

I fumed at him, wishing more than ever now I had my bow with me, but decided very firmly, that for the time being at least I'd better do as he said.

I picked out of the small pile of clothes: tight formfitting black leather leather pants that wouldn't hinder my movement too much, thick brown leather boots that went up to my calves that I could move easily enough in and a tight crisp white blouse with elbow length sleeves, I left the first three buttons of the blouse undone incase I had to do any rolling.

Illidan nodded approvingly, as though he knew what I decided to put on and for all I knew he did. "So where to now Demon?" I asked as though I weren't the one at a disadvantage.

His mouth twisted and he scowled at me in distaste, but said nothing.

He merely turned and opened the door, curling his finger at me in 'come' gesture.

I scowled at being ordered around like some pet, but followed. Curious to get a layout of my surroundings.

When I followed him through the doorway, I found myself faced with 4 of those serpent creautures I'd glimpsed in the night and I froze, as primal instinct screamed at me that nothing in nature should have THAT many teeth.

Two of them were male I think, were naked, stood… or slithered or something over 7 feet tall and were covered in dark green serpent scales and a light sheen of slime with yellow ridges and fin things extending from their craniums. And great golden tridents clutched in their slimy clawed hands.

The other two were female, also naked, and bore much of the same appearance as the males, save for their being slightly more delicate in stature and only rearing up to about 6 feet. Instead of the great heavy golden trident things their male counterparts held, they had in their hands red and gold staves both with twisted angry looking serpent hands at the ends of them with rubies for eyes and they fairly crackled with power. Sorceresses perfect.

I tried to judge how many I could take on, all by myself… and decided I could just barely maybe take on the single one of the males, in my unarmed state… if I had the element of surprise.

"Sylvanas, I don't have all day I'm a busy man, keep up!" Illidan snapped and I scurried to catch up with him, eager to get away from the bizarre serpent creatures. One of the males bared his slimy teeth at me in a feral grin and the others chuckled when I flinched.

"What are those things?" I asked quietly when I judged us out of hearing range of the serpent creatures. Illidan grinned at my obvious discomfort and I wanted to slug him. "They are the Naga, they have been around for over ten thousand years. They served me once long ago though as something different than what they are today and they are now among my most trusted servants and companions. For they share a similar… pain as me and well like they say misery loves its company."

I studied him, carefully. As we walked on down the corridor and to my dismay I had to concede that while my chances at taking on one of those Naga back there were slim, my chances at taking on Illidan were… well Nonexistent really.

Apart from the blindfold he wore absolutely nothing but some loose looking black trousers that were cut off a few inches past his knees, which made it easier to examine him. I judged him to stand about 9 feet with a great deal of his height in his legs though his torso was almost equally as long well about as much as you could get at least with an odd number like that, and he weighed somewhere between 400 to 600 pounds at least if I had to guess and every bit of it looking to be muscle of some kind or another.

His feet were goatlike cloven hooves and covered in short but thick bristly boar like brown hair and his knees were reverse jointed, from what I could see of the rest of him he didn't look so much Demon as he did Elf which made me wonder *Could he be an Elf Demon hybrid?*

He had violet tinted gray skin, his hands were long and strong looking thick with calluses the nails of his fingers black as night and probably capable of ripping an abomination to pieces maybe even hard enough to damage Diamonds, his torso and arms which fairly bulged with lean hard muscle were covered in cobalt blue tattoos that looked to be of demonic designs and they went well with the great muscles in his body he looked to be strong enough to lift an ogre over his head without difficulty,

As far as I could see apart from his hands his flesh looked to about as smooth as velvet or silk aside from a nasty looking silver scar that ran from his right hip to his left shoulder, his face was long and thin with a strong bone structure just like the rest of his body and appeared to be just as smooth as his torso and arms he had long pointed ears and a hooked nose and from his skull protruded 2 great curling ramlike horns. And his wings… well they were sheathed or whatever right now so I couldn't right tell that much about them other than that they were big and black and leathery.

*Wings, horns and goat hooves aside, he's actually kinda cute.* I thought to myself and almost stumbled in shock as this thought hit me. Since when did I think demons were cute! I shook my head, put the thought down to my not having sex for almost a decade…. Possibly longer and continued walking.

"So tell me," he asked slowly as we continued to walk on, "are your taste buds working?" I looked at him curious as to why he would as such a question, "yes, better than they ever did in real life and certainly better than they did in my undead. Why?"

He grinned and shrugged a little, "No reason in particular."

Illidan Stormrage POV.

I walked down the corridor, wondering why it was, I had a very strong urge to get on my knees before this elf and lay her down on the floor so I could see if Kael'Thas' description of her matched.

(Memory sequence flashback thingamajig)

I sat on my Throne, (Formerly Magtheridon's throne) and I tried figure out why sex with Maiev hadn't been as fulfilling as I'd hoped it'd be. It wasn't like it was anything new or… well anything.

(Oh yes, harder, harder, HARDER! Auuughh hmm hmmmm hmm) the sound of Maiev's cries in my ear, as I thrust between her legs and dug my nails into the smooth flesh of her killer legs. The moist heat of her tight inner most confides, only weak a candle to the sun in comparison to inner fires that raged in my flesh and that all too familiar burning hunger in my stomach.

It had all been very satisfying at the time, especially as a little payback of what she did to me back when she had watch over me, but now I still felt a that damned pang of longing that ach, similar to the burning in my stomach but of lust instead of addiction now.

I heard Kael'Thas approach, before I saw his essence walk through the door. A mix of amethyst arcane energies, blue spirit and green chaos.

I heard him cough politely as he stepped into the room. "Lord Illidan?" he asked.

"Yes, what is it that you seek?" I responded. I saw teal emotions swirl in his aura, a sure sign that he was uncomfortable and just a little confused about something.

"Lady Vashj, sent me up here, she uhhm… she thinks that you are acting strangely. So umm she wanted me to find out what exactly it was that troubled you."

I stared over at him, wondered briefly what was up with Vashj and asked without thinking. "

"What does, Lady Sylvanas look like?" I wanted to strangle myself as soon as I heard the question. *What the hell does it matter! She's not even the same species, get a hold of yourself!*

Kael'Thas, appeared to stared at me a long couple of seconds, before saying. "Long legs… very long legs, she stands about 5'10 she's about a 138 pounds I think maybe 144, she's built very lithe and athletic, she's very curvaceous with full wide hips very shapely calves, her buttocks is very curvy, full but not too much sorta a medium maybe, her breasts are full and firm likewise very curvy."

He paused, I sat forward slightly to hide my arousal at the visual his words were conjuring, "And her face? What of her face, eyes and her hair?"

"Well she wasn't called the Guardian angel of Quel'Thelas for nothing. Her skin is extremely pale with gray tones no freckles, her face is long like your's but more delicately featured and framed sorta heart shaped maybe soft smooth cheeks, a straight nose, full lips, she has well typical Elf ears, her hair is about shoulder length thick and very pale platinum blond, her eyes are a deep cobalt blue sometimes they turn violet when the light hits them correctly."

"Hmm…" I sat back in my chair, thinking of this newly acquired knowledge. "Lord Illidan, why did you want to know what-"

"Get out of here Kael'Thas," I said quietly, "and tell Vashj the next time she feels concerned about me she should have the guts to come and tell me about it herself."

"Yes lord Illidan." Kael'Thas curtsied stiffly and walked out of the room, leaving me to ponder things.

I shook my head, wondering how screwed up the world must be if a Night Elf/Demon hybrid thought he could possibly find sexual satisfaction in a mere Blood Elf with delusions of grander and life impediments.

I felt her curious gaze on me and knew she was sizing me up. I didn't know much about this Fallen Elf, Sylvanas. But I knew enough to know that in her life she had been a lot like me in many ways, from Kael's telling.

Smart, arrogant, proud, stubborn as a tauren with a rock in his hoof and far too cocky for her own good. She was devoted to the point of insanity to protecting her Quel'Thalas which was part of what had lead to her eventual death. I wasn't sure how she might've changed from when Kael knew her, but as far as I could see she still bore some of the same attributes that living version of her had once clung so tenaciously to.

One thing I was sure of however, was that she wasn't going to come out about all this quietly. No matter how much it may seem so, she was going to give me a hard time about this I just knew it, but I was gonna give her a few chances to cooperate anyway.

First thing was first though, we both needed food. And was it not said that the sharing of good food between enemies is generally one of the best things to break down any social barriers… or it was something like that, I couldn't really recall at the moment.

When we finally came to stop to a door, I turned to her and asked. "So, do you like Troll food?"

I could feel her stare at me and shrug. "Sometimes, when I don't have a clue in the world what it is that I'm eating. I went into the kitchens once to congratulate the chef. I found him banging on pot with a spoon going. Get back in der, get back in dat pot right this second you mangy Murlock the people want seconds of your feet!"

I cracked a smile, "well trust me you won't have a single clue in any world, what this Troll's cooked up, I don't even know what it is." and with that I opened the door and showed her inside.

Sylvanas Windrunner, POV.

I stared in stunned amazement at the banquet hall. At the long LONG table full of dinners, deserts and beverages and places, of every size imaginable and a few that weren't.

"What is all this?" I asked as coldly as I could manage. I found my eyes locked onto a huge platter sitting on the table with some very boiled and mutilated white thing that looked like the horror freak child between a crab, an octopus, a Roc and possibly a bicycle. "And is that thing supposed to be twitching!" I asked pointing to the great beast, "and I think that thing over there just tried to get up and crawl away!" I exclaimed pointing to yet another thing on the table, that appeared not to be entirely of this dimension.

"This," Illidan explained while placing a single large hand on my shoulder to keep me from bolting for the nearest armory, "is the banquet hall, where I have had trolls, draenei, blood elves and even a few Naga, Orcs and Demons, all overseen by one big Troll named Onenastie Muthafooka. To get together to provide the best most palatably acceptable, nourishing and fattening and declutching and psychedelic and anything else you could think of foods. Yes those are supposed to be like that, no don't ask me why but trust me their pretty damned good especially if you pour some Wow Wow sauce and tequila on the zerg thing there, which is the one with all the tentacles and claws and things with a wheel thing that looks like it belongs on a fleshy sorta bicycle thing."

I couldn't help but stare agog at yet another thing in the corner, which appeared to be a nightmarish cross between a pig with wings, a dragon, a scorpion and possibly a slug.

"where did you get all these strange creatures?" I asked with a sort of horrified fascination, even as I stared at something that looked like a great big white fleshy snail thing only it lacked the same shell thing and it had tentacles, which opened its eyes to stare right back at me with a similar look tempered by a look of pure hatred and a need for revenge.

He shrugged, "Hell for all I know, some of these things are so strange even I with my spectral sight can't see them, some are so plainly magical I can see them better than you can and some… well some have to be covered in a special voodoo sauce, you definitely don't want to know the ingredients of just for anyone to see them period, their so out of this world."

I shook my head, disbelievingly. "No I mean what the hell is this, you're giving me killer food, perhaps literally in the case of that thing in the corner that looks like a simple ordinary salad thing with lots of meat on it, that just snapped out its tongue and devoured a that plate full of lizard, dragon fly, scorpion wasp things. And I haven't given you a single morsel of information to explain why I'm here or what the hell is it that happened to me, or even what this stuff in my veins is or how the hell I got it."

He shrugged, "Maybe so, but I figure that saying about catching flies with dead demons might be true in this case so instead I'm gonna try and ply you with honey."

*hmm, upfront and honest about the fact he's trying to bribe me.* I thought, *I like that* so I sighed, looked over the rest of the banquet and set about prowling for food I might actually try out and like.

I found food of every size and description. I found food that was insect-like, food that was worm-like food that was reptilian, food I couldn't describe if you had a gun to my head and the bribe of Arthas' if I got the description right and a horrible gut wrenching mixture of all three. I found food that talked to me food that winked at me and a few foods that I could tell just from looking at them that they were far too spicy for me to handle, how did I know that last one? Well the fact that it was on a dragon scale plate and when I tried to pick some of it up with my fork, the fork dissolved, were really big tipoffs. I even found a giant crab thing with a scorpion tail, deer antlers, fish scales, a human arm and a simian looking head that offered to have sex with me. I was really quick to get away from that last one, though not before giving it a solid crack over the head with a nearby spoon bigger than my leg.

I settled on, some very plainly inanimate fish, cooked in lemon juice and devil-may-care sauce, honey roasted locusts, raw headless baby boa constrictors, a few pomegranates and some walnuts… oh and a green apple. For drinks, I took a bottle of Don Carlos Tequila, some dwarven stout and a something called Angels Tears.

I sat on in nearby table and set to devouring the food with great gusto, particularly the walnuts and the snakes.

Illidan sat on the other side of the table, and set devouring his food. Which was composed of, raw fish of some kind, raw very alive boa constrictors, Harpy brains in cherry sauce, green apples boiled in caramel sauce, roasted squid and rat eyes boiled in grape juice and sprinkled with opium.

"So, what happened to you back on Azeroth?" he asked and I gritted my teeth, as I thought of that damned Warlock. "I know it wasn't Arthas, I heard two months ago that he was killed and replaced with some mutated paladin, or so my sources tell me, but their pretty reliable. I've heard of your great army, Sylvanas, well maybe not great but it is pretty sizeable and fairly strong considering its full of dead heroes and almost heroes and some of the best warriors in the world, most of which like yourself died going up against Arthas or his forces and if not them the Alliance. So I don't think it was an outside threat, so naturally the first thing that springs to my mind is Mutiny. You seem to have a history of it really, first that mage or whatever of yours Darkahn, betrayed you and let information leak out to the Undead. Then there's that Tichondrius fellow of yours and then just recently, didn't you yourself try to mutiny against the Horde and take it over or some such thing. I'd say odds are the same thing has happened yet again, someone took control of your forces and turned them against you, while you were too busy focused on Arthas to notice the goings on inside your own little kingdom."

I could hear the scorn in his voice and I glared at him, "Pretty big words for a Demon, whose still too busy sulking over his defeat to a fallen prince wannabe king and taking out his frustration on the poor defenseless people of this land, to do anything about the Alliance and Horde raiders invading his realm."

He growled at me, "I am not sulking, I am thinking. And what's there to be done about them? Huh, tell me that. They all eventually kill themselves off anyway, going up against the natural and unnatural hazards of Outland and those who don't, do it going against my forces. My forces are vast and powerful within this land. And though some call me tyrant, I just say I'm doing what's necessary to bring light back to it. Before I came here, the Draenei were pushed nearly to the brink of extinction. Now there are a couple thousand of them inhabiting this land again. I push these people, not to submit to my army' every whim and will, like Magtheridon did, but to rebuild themselves, into a larger better world, an independent society, so I won't have to shelter and protect them all the time. I push them to make a city for themselves a safe haven of their own which they might live and prosper in, similar to your Quel'Thalas. I have them raise crops and builds armories, I have them build upon land thought too dangerous to live in, due to the wild life, so I have them trained in my guard so that they might be capable fighters and hunters, actually know how to defend themselves, off in some other part of this shattered world, away from me so the only ones I'm a tyrant to are these demons and demon blood addicted Orcs. And maybe just maybe, so we might be able to at some time in the future band together maybe, to fight off an invading army. Sure they don't like it now, but they'll ultimately thank me, for what I do to them."

I snorted, "So said the buffoon who would be king, tell me something Stormrage… what was the name of the woman who rejected you so utterly, that caused you to feel that you needed to show off your masculinity in show of great force and power, so that others might see that your something more than a childish, selfish, brat of a Lord, who wasn't paid enough attention to by his dear parents."

Rage burned within his face and I saw great fiery orbs behind his blindfold, that glowed a furious yellow/green and smoke trailed from under his blindfold.

I threw myself across the table and launched my fists together with all my weight behind them into his face.

He grunted and we both fell over onto the floor. I pulled back my fist and punched him yet again in the face and in retaliation he delivered a single mighty blow to my ribs that made why lightning shoot across my vision and I heard a series of very audible cracks.

I fell over onto my uninjured side and clenched my teeth against the pain.

I reached over to a cutting knife that had fallen to the floor and when he tried to grab at me I buried it deep into his forearm.

He swore loudly and sent a vicious kick at my head that only missed by a few scant inches and collided with my left shoulder.

I howled in agony and rolled off to the side, out of his reach.

I looked up and saw him removing the knife from his arm, growling all the while.

I glared up at him and reach up to the banquet table, desperate for anything I could possibly use as a weapon.

Even as I did this I felt the bones and flesh of my side and shoulder, repairing themselves, slowly but surely and I grinned a pain filled grin. That stuff the Warlock had filled me with really was quite handy.

Illidan flexed his arm which oozed dark blue blood mixed with a few green flecks. He glared at me and suddenly there was a small burst of amethyst light from the wound in his forearm and when the light faded there wasn't a single trace of injury on him.

He grinned back at me. "Your not the only one with special healing abilities in this room Fallen Elf."

I snarled at him and grabbed the first thing my hand came into contact with. The dragon scale plate with the hot sauce on it. At the same time he lunged forward and threw punch my way and I blocked it with the plate.

He howled a little in pain and rage as his fist drove a deep dent in the plate and knocked me clear off my feet and back into the wall some 20 feet back.

He shook out his hand which was obviously broken. And I smiled sweetly at him.

Infuriated he grabbed up a dinner plate of his own and threw it at me. I dodged the plate easily enough and rolled off to one side. "Oh so were throwing like spoiled children now are we!" I taunted, my voice oozing scorn, "Glad to see you've shown your true colors at last, I wonder if that's not the only part of you that's childlike and if maybe this whole high and mighty demon lord act of your's isn't just you compensating for a lack of physical maturity along with your mental one."

He roared and dove at me, his magic healing his hand even as he lunged.

I managed to dive out of the way, in time but just barely. This demonic Illidan bastard was fast! He swiped at me and yet again I tried to block with the dragon plate but he was too fast.

His blow landed in my other side and threw me across the room over the Banquet table.

My head smacked against the cobble stones and I saw stars.

I saw him looming over me and I tried to scoot myself back, but he was too quick.

He grabbed me up by the front of my blouse and snarled up at me. I responded by slamming the dragon plate over his horns.

Illidan POV.

That insufferable woman! I snarled, took a step back and slammed her back down into the floor. The black liquid erupted from her mouth and the back of her skull. Bones crackled and snapped and she cried out weakly, but just grinned up at me.

I slammed her back into the cobble stones again… and again. I almost slammed her back into them a second time, when my rage finally cooled down enough for me to see that… she was hardly breathing and was most definitely unconscious and to slam her down a second time would most likely kill her.

I glared down at her, breathing heavily. Before slowly gently dropping her back down to the floor.

I pulled a chair over and sat down in it, waiting for my breath to come back to me. "Insufferable hateful woman!" I groaned and rubbed at my horns.

I healed myself with my arcane magic and thought briefly about doing the same for her… but I had no idea how my magic and her blood whatever it was would react to each other, so I held off… also I was just a bit pissed off at her. Besides she'd heal on her own, I'd heard and partly seen how badly I'd hurt her ribs and her shoulder, normally it would have taken months to recover from such an injury, but when I felt for those two injuries I felt that they were almost completely healed from my previous attacks.

I sighed and floated a bottle of Demon breath whiskey, yanked the cork out with my teeth and gulped the fiery liquid down, greedily.

Well I thought to myself. that went better than I expected, now lets see if this streak of stubbornness continues on for her next few chances, if it goes on too long there's always the inquisitors in the dungeons.

Warlock P.O.V.

Frozen winds whistled past me, snow covering my every step as I wandered through the icy wasteland of Icecrown. Every step crunched with me as I made way for the iconic Citadel of Icecrown, a now solemn and quiet reminder of villains of the past and a victory for the people of Azeroth. 'A victory,' I reminded myself, 'which I had a hand in with directly. Perhaps my time would have been better spent taking advantage of their victory over him rather than pursuing that cursed Elven woman.'

My right hand twitched at the memory of our last encounter, an encounter with a rather explosive ending that destroyed much of the army I had worked hard to acquire. Well, perhaps it was better to define it as "borrowed" than acquired. After all, it's not as if my new undead servants would raise their objections when their minds are rendered to nothing more than thinking of their next meal and kill. I had recovered well enough from the explosion, merely some burns and the near loss of my arm in the process before erecting a barrier to defend myself. Once the smoke cleared and I had recovered, I was uncertain of my next move. It was decided for me by my master.

"Return to the Citadel of the Fallen King of the Scourge, and revive him to the realm of life once again. We have need of his powers if we are to succeed," he had told me in my last communication with him. Thankfully, this time was without nearly destroying my very being with fire and shadow, something I was grateful for as I had come near enough to that already for one day. I was fortunate that no one had come quickly to investigate the explosion from the Dark Portal, so as to hop on a boat and make my way here.

The doors to the Citadel were left open, smashed in by the oh so righteous Argent Crusade when their leader, Tirion Fordring, laid siege to the Citadel. Their constant displays of holiness and honor sickened me enough that I would curse their entire lot if I could stand to be in their presence. At least they had done me the favor of leaving much of the threatening undead within the Citadel destroyed and forgotten, allowing me to easily stroll inside and make way for the Frozen Throne atop the Citadel.

I paused when I witnessed my reflection in a icy window to my right. My self had been far more distorted than what I had felt was there. My eyes, once a vivid sea blue, had shifted to an almost evil hue, veiny and bright red with a green iris. My hair had changed from what was once a golden hue to dark black, perhaps a sign of the corruption of my own self. My skin itself was now very pale, as if it was taking on the same deathly hue that issued from that of the undead.

All this...caused by my quest for power from those who would give it for a man's own servitude and soul. I found I could even feel myself being influenced by the very aura of this place, making me cynical and much more darker minded than usual. The magics that still flowed through this ancient fortress were visible to my eyes, running here and there, feeding its defenses and its very foundation. I wondered if this was only the beginning of what would become of me in the end. I shook myself of those thoughts and returned to my task.

I shivered, not liking the cold one single bit and I tried to keep in mind that my master had my heart in his hands and that he could crush that heart whenever he may wish if I chose to get uppity with him.

But it was tough, particularly when one passing human priest who was obviously lost, made the sign of the cross at me and then made then sign of the Extremely cross and then exploded when I got within 4 feet of him, for no apparent reason at all.

I flicked a piece of intestine off my shoulder and wiped the brain matter and other various substances I'd really rather not think about, off my face and silently cursed the cruel master who had sent me here.

I soon found the warp stone that was used to reach the top, and when the blue light left my vision, I had to narrow my eyes at the harsher winds that blew here. I found my target splayed out near the center of the Throne, left abandoned with the arrow that had killed him still within his body. Another reminder of that Sylvanas bitch, who had escaped my grasp. Would it have been so bad to serve mindlessly under the control of a demented alchemist warlock turned bringer of destruction? I sighed and approached the body when a chilling voice spoke to me.

"Who dares approach the Frozen Throne? What foolishness brings you here to my domain?" I turned to the throne atop the staircase before me, where a large frozen block contained the scarred and distorted form of one Bolvar Fordragon.

"Why, just a tourist, you could say. I thought to see the sights, enjoy the weather, and have a chat with the local undead Scourge? Surely that isn't a problem, oh mighty Bolvar, self-proclaimed Jailor of the Damned?" I replied.

"Fool! Leave this place at once if you value your life. No mortal may tread here, let alone one with such intent as you carry." The frozen block ordered me.

"I'm afraid that's just not going to happen, Bolvar. You see, I need your predecessor here for my master's needs, and I'm much more likely to listen to him than to a ghost voice that cannot lift a finger to harm me. Make all the threats you wish to; I know that your powers extend so far as to only restrain the Scourge, not to control it. Now, leave me be." I waved my hand and released some of my power to create a wall between myself and Bolvar. I had a task to see to being done.

I knelt down to the corpse of Arthas Menethil and plucked the arrow from his body, throwing it off the ledge and away from me. Reaching in to my pocket, I found a warm, almost hot to the touch vial and pulled it out to check its contents. The eery black fluid with its faint purple light greeted me, and I smiled as I recalled the difficulty of the concoction's creation, boosted by the dark powers that my master wielded. I opened Arthas' mouth and poured its contents down his throat, and when the flask was empty, I stepped back and awaited a result.

A couple of minutes passed, and I saw no change. Five more minutes passed, and I began to grow impatient. Nearly a full half-hour went by, and I began to ponder if perhaps I had done something wrong. If I had, it meant likely a painful death for me. Just as I began to see a vision of fire and darkness swarm over me and turn me to ashes, I heard a rasping breath echo behind me. I turned, and saw as a gloved plate hand raised itself from the ground. It reached higher until the arm it was attached to was fully extended, and clenched.

"Frostmourne…Hungers!"

Death, War, Famine, Chaos and Pestilence... all the five horsemen in one place. in my opinion Chaos was probably the very first being in all of the universe, as one meaning of CHaos is endless unbound space, which is what the universe was... well supposedly before it became the universe lol.. hahh, in my opinion if there really are Horsemen of the apocalypse, if they really are beings that are out there, Chaos came first with Death as his twin sister and the two of them were the most powerful beings in our universe.. and most likely they are the parents of our universe well Chaos for sure is and Death probably had a hand in the making lol... annnd the reason we don't hear much of Kaos being the 5th horsemen, hell of there ever being a 5th horseman, is that the other horsemen: Pestilence, War and Famine were jealous of his power and worried that they were obsolete because of him, because he had all the same powers as they did so they staged a coup, possibly with another powerful being gave him a soul and cast him and his soul down into mortal form, so that he is human and stays that way. when his human body dies he gets reborn yet again into a human form, never with any memory of his old life as the creator of our Universe... and err oh yeah thepossible other being possibly get's credit for the whole creation of the universe and becomes known as God, hehhahahahaaahh! oh sometimes i truly think that i have lost my mind..

Anyways please let me know what you think of this chapter and oh yeah does the author's not i wrote above violate any rules or anything? i mean i don't think it does, but i never could be bothered to read rules or pay attention to them, though i am aware of the whole ratings rules and a few other things like don't antogonize people and stuff.. least i think that last one is a rule i dunno.. anyways people, have a nice day or night or twilight or whatever it is over there when you read this, oh and REVIEW!