Sweet Dreams are made of these.

Illidan Stormrage, POV.

Location throne room, plateau, roof thingamagig.

I was emotionally exhausted from my visit with Maiev and feeling decidedly cross, with… well just about everyone right about now, but particularly those damned Raiders. They'd discovered that their precious portal, was destroyed and so now they were on a campaign against me, they wanted me to open up a portal to the other world for them so they could get back home.

Whiny little snobs! I gritted my teeth in frustration. Who are they to think they can order ME around, particularly after they came barging into MY realm to kill me for glory!

I was really annoyed and about this topic in particular, when Sylvanas came up to me and demanded. "I need you to make a portal to Azeroth."

I stared down at her, the many conflicting emotions I could see in her aura, making my head spin, but most of all I could see her determination… like ugly green slime.

I stared down at her long enough to make her feel uncomfortable and when I was reasonably certain I had her full attention, I let my emotions into the spheres of energy that were now my eyes which allowed me to see every form of magic as well as auras, so that they blazed in my sockets with my rage and my indignation at her request.

"Who do you think you are?" I demanded quietly, "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!" I roared, "to think that you can order ME! Around, who the HELL! Do you think you are to think you can make such a demand on ME!"

I snarled, I'd had just about enough of this fallen Elf and her act like she were the one who held this realm by its heart and not me.

I was about to order her off to the dungeons, when I heard the magical alarms go off signaling to everyone in the building… that someone or something was opening a portal into or near the Citadel.

I froze with fear, could this be it? Could this be Kil'Jaedan come back to deliver his fiery wrath to me in person? But no if that was the case more alarms Bigger alarms would have gone off… which meant it was raiders again.

I summoned my Warglaive and split it off so that I held two instead of one.

"Sylvanas, we will have to finish this conversation later," I snarled and turned to face the doorway, "What is it?" she asked, "Raiders, they've come to personally demand much the same thing it is that you just proposed I do, the only difference being that they'll probably be more polite about it than you."

She fumed and was about to say something, when I said, "Also if I refuse and since I am going to refuse, they'll most likely try and kill me and everyone else acquainted with me.

"What do we do?" she asked her voice cold and rational. I laughed, "There is no we, Sylvanas, after I deal with them I'm sending you right down to the dungeons for my inquisitors to handle.

Sylvanas looked at me indignantly and was about to say something, when the doors to the room burst open and what looked like about a 200 raiders, comprised mostly of Warriors and hunters with the odd Mage here and there.

I blinked and I swallowed and then I thought of previous raids, which had comprised of only about 15 or 30 sometimes even 40, people. And I realized that the odds really were stacked against me in this case, even with my magic, I could only take on so many.

I put the twin blades of Azzinoth back together in my hand and reached into another pocket dimension where I kept my trophies.

I reached around, found what I was looking for and withdrew Tokijin.

Sylvanas POV.

I watched Illidan reach into… somewhere else and his hand briefly disappeared into thin air when it returned it was holding a sword.

"I suppose you know how to use a blade." He asked even as he handed it over to me, surprised I took it gingerly and asked "What is this?"

"That is Tokijin, it's a demon blade similar to my twin blades of Azzinoth, use it well and if we get out of this alive I expect you to return it."

Tokijin was a 4 foot long silver short sword with triangular blade and a silver blue, the grip of the blade was unusually thick and rounded sorta feeling to curl in on itself down the middle, with a polished silver Deaths-head.

Someone pushed through to the center front of the group and I saw Illidan stiffen.

"It is time to face justice, Betrayer!" a night elf woman snarled. I stared at her, she was pretty enough if you only looked at the crisscrossing scars on one side of her face and avoided the all too recent looking ones on the other which practically made up that side of her face, they appeared to have been made by claws the majority of them at least, claws that had gone deep maybe down to the bones and the rest of the scars were horrible burns that had seared her eye shut and showed some of the bone of her forehead.

She appeared to have other equally horrid injuries as well, all of them fairly recent.

"Really, so soon with the threats? I'm surprised Maiev, I expected you to demand I open you up a portal home first."

"We know of your trickeries, Fallen Elf." a paladin to the left of Maiev announced proudly and it took me a second to realize he wasn't talking to me… but to Illidan.

"You may open up a portal Illidan Stormrage, but it would only look to send us home! And instead send us to a misbegotten wasteland or into the deep abyss! Betrayer."

"Hmm, interesting, than how is it you intend to collect your bounty on his head?" I asked interestedly.

"We don't, we intend to take Outland for ourselves!" the whole group laughed, "GET THEM!" Maiev snarled and they all charged. "YOU ARE NOT PREPARED!" Illidan roared and flew into them like something shot from a cannon.

I took blade into both my hands and paused as I heard something, something in my head but not of my mind of something else. I shook my head and went to battle.

Illidan Stormrage POV.

With the twin glaives of Azzinoth in my grip, I held firm against the many hunters and warriors who had dared to attack me and would presume to take my realm from me. Rage boiled within me that they would think me so easily taken down, they were not prepared and I said as much.

The warriors and hunters shot arrows and waved their swords and axes at me and I cut them down like the rabid dogs they were and blocked their arrows with my glaives and my magic.

The sorcerers flung spells at me and they and their companions screamed as the spells intended for me backfired onto them or missed and hit those who surrounded me instead.

Two particularly strong psychokinetic mages, tried to work their energies on me and it worked… for a second or two and then I broke from their holds and resumed killing their comrades. They tried to harder to immoblize me and psychokinetic flames burned all around me, I quickly created barrier all around me to shelter me from the flames and everyone else backed away quickly, when the flames died I stood there imposing and impressive as a god and I laughed at them all.

My laughter triggered, seemed to ignite new flames of passion within their hearts and they went on fighting.

Those swords and arrows that made it through my defenses which there really weren't many, I healed up the holes and gashes they made in my flesh and just kept on fighting, laughing in their faces all the while.

And then I glimpsed Maiev's aura and I stopped laughing as she rapidly closed in on me, no doubt armed with her own glaive.

I didn't want to fight her, true she had caused me an insurmountable deal of trouble, true she had done so much to me in prison while the guards were away somewhere not that they'd care much anyway, so much to cause me pain and suffering to try and break my spirit, but I didn't want to fight herm especially not after our last two encounters.

Flashback scene, Illidan Stormrage POV.

I looked in at Maiev through the grates, she had her back turned to me. I know cause that's how her aura looked to be turned anyway. "Why have you come here Betrayer," she asked her voice low and cold, "have you come to finish the job?" she demanded.

She turned to face me and I winced. I couldn't actually see all the damage I had done unto her, but I had a vivid imagination and I could see the emotional scars if not the physical ones that I left on her soul, even she hadn't thought me capable of what I had done to her, neither had I really. But it was done.

"Answer me Betrayer!" she snarled and I shook my head at her sadly. "No amount of groveling could describe how sorry I am for what I did to you Maiev," she snorted, but I went on. "I am sorry for how far I went but I am not sorry that I hurt you, Maiev. You hurt me so many times all those years ago, you held torches to my hands, you drove wooden splints under my nails, you set beasts on me while I slept, you tried to make me something I am not, you tried to break my spirit Maiev you tried to make me love you and no one else, tried to make me forget my one and only true love Tyrande."

She laughed bitterly, "Tyrande oh Tyrande," she mocked, "its always about her isn't Illidan, you and your brother always so hung up on Tyrande. Face it Illidan!" she screamed at me, "you lost her, you lost her before you even had her! She loves Furion, Malfurion Stormrage, your brother the real hero to the realm. What I did to you those years ago, was for your own good Illidan, it was to make you get over her, so you could recover and see what you'd done all for a mere woman, you insane bastard!"

Her voice broke off abruptly and I could hear tears drip off from her face and hit the floor, as well as the anguish in her voice when she next spoke. "you killed my brother for her Illidan!" she sobbed "you killed him and you weren't even sorry for it you killed him for a woman who he barely even knew and wasn't even the real threat to you anyway."

She was openly weeping now, her cold hard Warden's exterior broken… just like her spirit. I stared at her, seeing just how much anguish she'd been holding back all this time how much pain and sorrow, how much resentment and hate she harbored towards me and someone else probably Tyrande.

I watched her as she wept and felt my heart break a little inside, for her. I had done the one thing she had failed to do to me but almost had and probably would have were it not for Tyrande, for the first time in a while I really truly felt like the monster everyone accused me of being and I wasn't even entirely sure why.

I heard the magical alarms go off that signaled someone, raiders probably. Had just teleported to the front gates.

I sighed and left Maiev there to her suffering, all alone, isolated, with no one but herself for company.

Sylvanas Windrunner, present time, POV.

I fought the raiders, while staying a safe distance from the whirling, blurring, flaming terror that was Illidan Stormrage. I felt new respect fill me as he disposed of his opponents like they were insects, even as I took on my own fair share, I realized I had probably never stood a real good chance against the tall Demon Hunter, to begin with.

I slashed and hacked away at the warriors who charged me, after seeing what Illidan was doing to their comrades, probably figuring that I was a much safer target.

I proved them, dead wrong… literally.

I slashed, parried, hacked and thrust, at my attackers. Those who came from behind I kicked back at without even looking and as more and more of the raiders advanced on me with their swords and axes, the faster this blade struck out at them and the more it felt like an extension of myself.

I parried blows from swords, dodged arrows and rolled away as three warriors tried to box me in and skewer me, doing so at the last possible second so instead of me they only skewered each other.

With every strike I unleashed upon the raiders and every life I claimed, my unity with this blade seemed to become even stronger. The few strikes that landed on my lithe frame almost immediately sealed up and I laughed like a maniac and paid them back with pain and suffering, I laughed all the harder as blood from my attackers spattered onto my face and into my mouth and I drank it happily.

My sword was really beginning to glow quite brightly now and I felt something call out a warning in my head and I whirled around raising my sword as I did so, just in time to catch a dark green blast of chaotic energy with the sword as a Warlock tested her power on me.

She gaped at me in shock and I grinned maniacally at her. I felt a pulsating sensation in my blade and I paused to stare at it and then I laughed as glorious terrible understanding came to me and I pointed the Tokijin blade at her and screamed "Dragon strike!"

The Tokijin glowed a deep teal and the dark energy that it had absorbed shot back out of it destroying all who lay in its path not stopping to it returned to its original summoner, she screamed and blisters arose in her flesh her hair and clothing were set alight and then she exploded.

I stared down at this blade, admiringly, before going on to continue my combat with all the other poor souls dumb enough to face me after that little display of power.

I laughed and I twirled like a dancer, as I went from foe to foe, hacking, cutting and parrying and slashing. And I could feel the great power of this sword, roiling up inside of me and I knew that something within it was trying to control me trying to get me to surrender to it, as though it were a living thing. But right at that moment I really didn't care, I was too caught up in the moment, too crazed from battle lust to do anything but go with the flow.

As I fought on, I felt the Tokijin pulse yet again and I whirled around just in time to block the blade of a handsome, long haired blond, blood elf rogue.

I struck his blade aside and tried to run him through but he parried my blade with yet another sword of his own.

I backed away as he slashed at my stomach with his first blade and knocked aside his second as it flew towards my head and struck my Tokijin out towards his face which he only narrowly dodged and still got nicked on the forehead by Tokijin anyway.

I grinned and he did the same as we shared the sensation a true challenge on both our hands here. And so without further ado we began to duel.

Illidan Stormrage, POV.

I watched out of the corner of my field of vision as the sorrowful looking blue aura tinged with black and scarlet, blasted the Warlock with her own magic and grinned to myself.

So this Sylvanas woman was capable of unleashing the Dragon Strike, well done but can she know the blade, can she really be united with it so well that it will allow her to use it to its fullest extent of power? Can she master the blade and keep the blade from mastering her?

I shook the question aside and blocked one particularly big Orc's really quite large axe, with one glaive and spilled his guts onto the floor with my other.

I glimpsed Maiev's aura as she raced towards me from the side along with three others, I sighed and knocked them way WAY over to the other side of the roof with my wing actually knocking one of them off completely.

I could have used much more force on them, could have crushed every bone in their bodies with these wings of mine, but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to kill Maiev.

I saw Sylvanas battling one particularly determined raider and saw the dark twisted shadows and green of a Rogue.

It looked like they were really going at it quite strongly and killing anyone who interfered, interesting, I felt a heavy blow land in myribs and I cried out in pain, I spun around healing my ribs even as I did so, to see the dark purple energy of a Draenei mixed in with the golden purity of a paladin.

I could tell by his aura he was tall about 8 feet, shorter than me but still a good deal taller than most of my other opponents.

I took firm grip on my Warglaives began duking it out with him, batting all others who tried to help the paladin, aside with my wings and with vicious kicks.

We fought on for a good, 8 minutes at least, him with his faith in the divine light and all that human nonsense and me with my Warglaives and my power.

I parried his surprisingly fast and heavy blows from his large hammer of justice, with my Twin Warglaives of Azzinoth.

I pitted my strength against his, my magic against his and the result was that we suddenly found ourselves locked in a struggle that was quickly developing such great energy that the fabric of our reality was starting to rend just a little as our two great energies collided with each other.

We traded blow after blow, strike after strike and before we found ourselves locked in position, my great demonic Warglaives braced against his hammer and then I got bored and I mana burned him.

He cried out in pain as I seared the mana out of his body and I drove all my strength back against his hammer and it flew out of his hands to skid and slide across the floor knocking the feet out from all those who stood in its path and then it fell over the edge of the roof and into the darkness below.

I grinned at the fallen Paladin, savoring his terror and disbelief that his faith had failed him so utterly, before I sent a surge of chaotic power into his body and he exploded.

I twirled the Warglaives in my hands and I bared my teeth out across the sea of shocked and stunned and horrified raiders and shouted out at them, "You see what I mean about you NOT being prepared!" I laughed and dove at them and a few fainted dead away as I did so.

Sylvanas Windrunner POV.

We fought long and hard, killing any who dared interfere, we fought in a fury of hacks and sword thrusts and stamping feet, neither of us backed up an inch. It quickly became clear that I might be skilled at a blade but he was truly talented at it and eventually talent always triumphs over skill.

I began developing an assortment of little black spatters across my flesh from where his blades nicked me and even with Tokijin steadily strengthening and enhancing me it quickly became apparent to me that were it not for the demon blade or the Synthogoo in my veins, I would be dead and that irked me.

I fought with doubled vigor as my rage too doubled and less and less I parried his strikes as I began to truly rely on this stuff the Warlock had pumped me up with and more and more I began to strike out at him, every cut or gash he made on my body was almost immediately sealed up and healed as both Tokijin and the black gunk in my body increased my healing exponentially.

Every time he parried my strikes I felt my rage increase, till it was to the point where I was seeing the world in a red haze and I snarled at him loud and animalistic.

He raised an eyebrow at that but just kept on dodging and parrying and striking out against me.

I felt the sword pulse out a loud insistent tingling sensation through my hands and into my head and I glanced down at it in confusion, not quite understanding what it wanted of me.

It pulsed out yet again more I insistently this time and I ducked and rolled off to the side and glanced over to where Illidan fought on against his own group of raiders and I realized, there weren't that many left where there had been close to two hundred in the beginning, there now looked to be less than sixty of them left.

The sword pulsed yet again and I looked closer, to see a woman the horribly scarred woman whom Illidan had referred to as Maiev, coming up from behind him with a rusty looking iron short sword in her hand. The sword pulsed again and I looked up to where the Rogue was bearing down on me with his twin blades and Tokijin pulsed yet again… and I understood.

I sheltered the Tokijin with my body, waited till the last possible instant before I struck out with Tokijin.

The Rogue obviously prepared for this laughed and blocked my attack before drawing his other sword back to run me through and I stabbed him.

He blinked in shock and looked down between us at the thin silver Tokijin I had buried in his torso and as we both watched the blade turned from silver to a deep crimson and looked less like metal and a lot more like a crystal like Illidan's own blades.

I glanced up at the other Tokijin in my hand and saw it too had taken on the more sinister demonic look from its original form.

The Rogue opened his mouth to speak and blood poured from his gaping mouth I pushed him aside with the hand not holding the Tokijin in his body and shouted, "Illidan behind you!" but even as I screamed out the warning I knew it would be too late. I felt the Tokijin blades, pulsate in my hands, felt them urging me to let Illidan fall to his fate and to just go on fighting, fighting till I every killed every last raider, no EVERY last SOUL on this world, I felt torn and helpless, but then the Ranger General inside me stepped up and I took full control of myself and I felt something inside the Tokijin swords cry out in pain, before it fell to my will.

I am Sylvanas Windrunner! I thought to myself, I am Queen of the forsaken, I defied the will of the Lich King and I am not about to bow down to the will of some demonic sword. I opened my eyes saw Maiev's blade descending towards Illidan's back and I did the only thing I could at this distance, I threw the Tokijin.

Illidan Stormrage, POV.

"Illidan behind you!" I heard Sylvanas call out and I whirled around, just in time to see half of the demon blade Tokijin enter through the middle of Maiev's aura.

I blinked at her upraised hand, or as much as I could considering I no longer had eyes or even eyelids to do this with and realized she probably held some sort of weapon in it, whatever it was it was quite the most unmagical thing I'd ever encountered cause I was barely getting a gray blob out of it.

I saw Maiev waver and stumble on the auras of her feet, before she finally collapsed to the ground.

I blinked again, down at her rapidly dwindling aura and felt… something, something inside me, give out a loud painful twang as something seemed to break inside me and at the exact same time as this happened her life energy vanished.

I stared down at her for a long moment, before an icy calm fell over me and I turned to survey the remaining Raiders.

Of the two hundred that had barged in here cocky and arrogant as the devil, only 42, remained and one look of their auras told me all I needed to know. They were still determined, but they were also quite terrified and stunned by how things had turned out and no doubt wondering what the hell the should do, now that most of their best warriors as well as their leaders had fallen.

I felt Sylvanas' presence at my side and glanced back at her to see her draw the piece of the Tokijin out of Maiev's corpse.

I guess she truly has got the heart and the passion as well as the self control to truly wield the blade. I thought dismally, feeling a grudging respect for her rise up inside of me.

"I'm sorry." she murmured softly.

Me and her shared a look and just for second I could see something more than just her aura, something… tall and proud taller than what Kael had described almost tall enough to look me in the eye without craning her head back too much.

I saw power within her a deep power and a strength quite unlike anything I had ever seen before. And then I saw yet another figure within her aura, a dark and menacing figure, with great wings that had a wingspan that rivaled my own and dark crimson eyes that burned with a fiery passion and a need for blood and vengeance but would happily settle for blood if it couldn't get the latter, a need I felt just as strongly and pulsed in correspondence with her's.

As one we turned out heads to face the remaining raiders and we grinned, as we tapped into something old and primal, beautiful and terrible and as one we shouted out, in an ancient long dead tongue that even I didn't recognize but which I somehow knew basically meant, "You are not Prepared!" and we charged forward.

Sylvanas Windrunner POV.

Without quite realizing why, I had stepped next to the great Demon Hunter, after retrieving the other half of my Tokijin blade from the scarred Night Elf woman's corpse and apologized for killing her.

I don't know why, maybe it was because of that look of pain on his face I'd seen so prominent after she'd breathed her last breath before she'd gone completely still.

I saw bright yellow/green orbs of energy glow behind that blindfold of his and he locked at me and… I felt a connection, saw one in those fiery orbs that shone ever so brightly.

I froze as I stared at those orbs and felt something a pull of some sort deep inside me, I felt that beast I'd only just begun to unleash on that Rogue, rise up once again inside of me and felt a deep pulse within me but not from either of the Tokijins.

I felt that pulse within me again and I just for second I thought that I… not so much saw something inside of Illidan as felt it, something that corresponded with the beast inside of me. I felt that pulse again and I drew myself closer to him, for no discernable reason I could find. I felt the beast within my soul roar out a deep bloodthirsty cry of want of need and I felt that I almost heard a similar but deeper more guttural one from Illidan. I instinctively tried to summon up some barriers between myself and the beast but then I paused as yet another pulse rang through me and I figured. What the hell, whats the worst that can happen. As one we both turned and faced the remaining raiders.

I felt a deep primal surge of feeling and oneness with Illidan and at the exact same time we both roared and shouted out, in a harsh ancient primordial tongue, "Garnel yak Gaya!" I didn't recognize the language in the slightest but somehow knew that they basically added up to, "YOU ARE NOT PREPARED!" and we charged.

And I felt freer than I had in a long while and I laughed with great joy and pleasure, even as the raiders screamed and cried and whimpered as we tore into them and fairly bathed in their blood and their guts and other such gore.

By the time we finished, with the raiders. We were both covered from head to toe in blood and gore of every color and texture imaginable.

And we were both breathing heavily and sweat practically rained off our bodies.

We stood in the middle of the blood and carnage, our weapons out and at the ready, our gazes both searching for any survivors, if there were any they were smart enough to look like they weren't.

Illidan and I looked turned to look at each other and we both clenched our hands around our respective weapons, still caught up in our bloodlust. We stared at each other for a long hard moment, before Illidan nodded to me respectfully and I returned the nod with a slightly deeper one that almost constituted a bow.

Illidan returned his Warglaives from wherever they had come from in the first place and I put my Tokijin blades back together and they once more looked like a silver short sword dark demonic runes carved into it with a faint silver blue glow about it.

We locked gazes once more and I felt a deep hunger within me that had nothing to do with food.

Illidan stepped closer to me and raised one bony long fingered hand, he rested it against the side of my face and with a surprisingly gentleness, he brushed a few stray locks of my white blood spattered hair from my face.

I stared up at him, feeling awed by just how amazingly tall he was and leaned into his hand just a bit and I purred happily as his touch igniting a whole different sort of lust inside of me that only had a little to do with blood and pain.

Illidan Stormrage, POV.

So close, skin so soft, hair so silken despite the gore that undoubtedly stains it. I traced her lips with the tips of my fingers, full and soft and so inviting, though her height really did pose something of a problem.

But I didn't care much about problems at the moment, mostly all I cared for, was the heat the feel of her created inside of me, the way how my blood pounded in my ears and of course how that beast inside of me was roaring at me, to… do something, something that involved teeth my sharp nails and her beneath me writhing in either pleasure or pain or possibly both.

I have no idea what would have happened, how far I really would have gone, were it not for Kael'Thas and Lady Vashj… oh dependable Kael and Vashj, I could have ripped them both to shreds, but at the same time I also could hugged them both to unto death.

I heard their approach, before they entered and had already backed a safe distance away and gotten myself reasonably composed by the time they entered.

"Lord Illidan!" they both shouted and raced over to us, but they both came to a sudden and abrupt halt as I glared at them both. "You dare speak to me," I demanded my voice quiet and deadly, "you dare approach me, after this colossal lapse in security!" I glowered at them both and I could practically smell their terror.

"W-we are sorry Master, Illidan." Vashj gushed sounding quite desperate and fearful, as she should have been. "It was a mistake a miscalculation of required power to the barriers, they had a special artifact with them, some sort of orb that our scryers say. It gave whichever one of them cast the spell tremendous power and we were unable to prevent them from teleporting in!"

I stared down at Vashj, trying to detect any hint of deception in her Aura, "Very well, bring me this Orb so that I might have a look at it and gauge whether or not it is powerful enough to have done what you say."

Vashj's aura, turned yellow with fear and nervous tension. "Umm, problem there my lord," she said through chattering teeth, "it disintegrated when we tried to touch it."

I sneered at her with contempt, "How convenient, just like it was convenient of you to be 'apprehended by the undead, while you and Kael'Thas fought Arthas' sometimes I wonder why I keep you around, Vashj." I spat disgustedly.

Vashj's murky gray/blue aura, turned white in some places with hurt and dark pink with disappointment in herself and I felt bad just a little but I shook it off. After all, I had just fought off about two hundred raiders with only one ally armed with one of MY special trophies, either one of us or both of us could have been killed were it not for the fact that our opponents were so ill-equipped and ill-prepared to face a full on Master Demon Hunter such as myself and… whatever the hell that Sylvanas woman was.

"Lord Illidan, if I may interject." Kael'Thas, pleaded and I nodded to him, "The student Demon Hunter, Hellbourne, he was there, he saw the Orb, he could collaberate our story."

I stared at them both, before I nodded. "Very well, bring this Hellbourne to me, but not right now!" I added that last part hastily, "Before I do anything else, I need a bath and sleep, bring him to me tomorrow morning."

They both bowed to me and said both, "Yes Lord Illidan." and they were about to turn and go, when I glanced at Sylvanas, mulled things over quickly in my head and made a decision I hoped I wouldn't regret later, "And one more thing," I called out to them and they froze and turned back to me, "let it be known, that Sylvanas Windrunner, is no to be watched over by guards and is no longer to be restricted either, she is a full fledged member of the Citadel and is to have as much full reign over the Citadel, as Kael or you Vashj."

They stared at me in what I guessed was astonishment, before they curtsied to me, did so again reluctantly to Sylvanas and turned and left, at high speed lest I tell them anymore upsetting news.

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Who am i to disagree, travel the world and the seven seas. everybody is.. looking for something some of them want to use you, some of htem want to get used by you. some of them want to abuse you, some of them want to be aBUSED!

Fear not god anymore... cause you'll find him in my arms! watch the sky so bright hehaahahaaha! so fucking bright! stand here for me angel, oh little child so broken and wild. bare not life on your shoulder, just kiss it one last time.

Tell me now how your wings got broken, tell me now how your spine got whipped with leather, tell me now how your tongue got split, tell me all the things you need to tell to drift away.