"When the universe collapses and dies, there will be three survivors. Tyr Anasazi, the cockroaches... and Dylan Hunt trying to save the cock roaches." quote by Tyr Anasazi, of the tv show Andromeda.

Sylvanas Windrunner, POV.

I watched after the two retreating figures, particularly the serpent woman as she had given me a very fiery death glare, before she and Kael'Thas scampered off, a long moment before turning and facing the great Demon Lord and giving him a similarly stunned look as the Naga and the so called Blood Elf, had given him earlier. "What was that about giving me as much full reign over the Citadel as that fool of a so called prince and that Naga wench?" I demanded and Illidan's lips curled upward in a slight smile.

"Just what it sounded like, Sylvanas," he said in his gray smoke and silk voice, "you now have as much of a free will as either of my lieutenants, you fought valiantly, back there, with great power and strength, despite the odds, you could have run and left me to deal with them yourself, but you didn't, you fought on by my side and you saved my life, were it not for your presence, I might've died this day and not only that, but you were capable of unlocking the power of Tokijin and you didn't let its power conquer you like it has conquered many others and it takes a person of great spiritual strength to do such a thing." he bowed a little, he actually bowed, "Such a person, is worthy of my respect, even if the person is a…" he curled his upper lip slightly in disgust, "an undead elf who doesn't now her place."

I glared up at him, but bowed my head a little in acknowledgement "Fair enough, I suppose, a person who is capable of taking on so many opponents all at once, surviving an attack from Arthas that killed me, not abandoning me like the coward I thought he was when he easily could have flown off on such great wings of his and trusting me enough to gift me with such a sword so I might have a fighting chance against so many raiders, is worthy of my respect as well… even if such a person is a filthy demon hybrid with delusions of grandeur."

He snorted and I actually chuckled a little. I started to walk off, towards the open doors, when Illidan called out after me, "Just where the do you think you're going?" he demanded and I turned back to stare at him, "To my room where else."

He chuckled darkly, "Let me rephrase that, just where the hell do you think you're going with that sword of mine?" he pointed to said sword and I abruptly remembered Tokijin in my hand.

Sighing I reluctantly headed back and even more reluctantly, handed over the great demonic sword, Tokijin, when I separated my hand from it, it felt like I was leaving behind a part of me. But I did so anyway and turned and left for my room. Neither of us said it aloud but it was mutually agreed upon that neither of us would attempt to use the other to get to either of our goals anymore… at least not for the same previous ones.

Illidan Stormrage, POV.

I stared after Sylvanas' aura, waited till I was certain that she was gone, before I went back to stand over Maiev's corpse.

I couldn't see much of it, but I could see enough to make out her broken twisted body. She had still been healing from what I'd done to her, when these buffoons had freed her, she never stood a real chance.

I sighed and got down beside her and gently closed the lid of her remaining eye. I flinched as my hand encountered the ruined flesh of the side of her face I had used my nails and my arcane flames on.

I thought of what I had done to her, what she had done to me and about how very twisted and sick our relationship had been… and for the first time in close to nine thousand years, I prayed for a soul that Elune might guide it to its salvation.

When I was done, I got back up to my full imposing height and left the roof, for the servants to clean up.

General POV.

Illidan murmured a faint prayer for Maiev's soul and turned around and walked away. Had he stayed just 30 seconds longer, he would have seen a hole in space time, open up about 30 feet off the ground and unceremoniously dump out approximately five foot ten inches of indignant wild haired Warlock, who hung suspended in midair just for a second before he squeaked and fell the remaining distance to the hard slabs of stone below.

the Warlock, POV.

I groaned and rubbed at the back of my head, feeling blood ooze between my fingers.

I swore, That's the last time I accept aid, from strange hobos, with pearl handled straight razors.

I groaned and got to my feet, swaying unsteadily as I did so. I looked around the place and blanched at the smell. "For the love of everything that's unholy, what in the seven hells happened here!" I groaned through my pinched shut nose.

I kicked at a large dead Orc and saw he really wasn't that long dead.

I stared around the place and realized I was on the roof of somewhere, a roof that looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't place where.

I tentatively sniffed air, despite the stench of dead bodies and… something else something strange and loaded with magic. She was here. I thought darklyas the sickly sweet slightly bitter, scent of her came to me.

I sniffed again and knew that, something was different about her now, something about her blood that… unsettled me.

She's been enhanced somehow. I realized, her scent carries the power of demons on it. I groaned slightly as I realized just how much this would complicate things for me just that bit more.

I kicked out at yet another corpse and an idea struck me, right about the head. Coincidentally, an orc struck me about the head as well at the exact same time in fact.

"Who are You!" the red skinned, Orc demanded, while I stared dazedly up at it, not quite comprehending words at the moment. "Who are you!" it demanded again and I glared up at it and gave it the worst cases of Gonorrhea, Testicular Cancer, Penile cancer and syphilis, known to the existence of the world.

"Who am I? no I think the more pertinent question here is, who are you!" I said smiling smugly, as the Orc, whimpered and yowled in pain. "Rox, Roxxigar Colehammer!"

"Good, good, now tell me, Colehammer, where the hell exactly is it that we are."

I questioned the Orc a good ten minutes, before I got tired of it and incinerated it.

I shook the ashes off my feet in annoyance. "So, Sylvanas has become friendly with one of the most powerful sorcerers, alive, eh." I murmured to myself.

"Fuck." this was going to pose a problem. I glanced around at all the dead bodies. I opened up my black frock coat and glanced down at the 20 or so vials, kept in their own little sheaths inside my coat and decided, What the hell, the more the merrier as the dwarfs love to say.

Illidan Stormrage, POV.

Location, somewhere in or under citadel, bathing in hot springs.

I had just gotten myself, nice and comfortable in the steaming hot waters, when a servant burst in. "Master, Illidan! Master Illidan!"

I glowered up at the servant, "What is it now! Can't you see I'm busy and lower your voice, I'm blind not deaf!"

"Yes, my lord," the servant said respectfully in a much lower tone of voice. "my lord, the corpses on the roof, those of the raiders you and Lady Sylvanas disposed of!"

I nodded, trying not to growl at the fool that had interrupted well needed relaxing time.

"Their, missing my lord, the corpses." I raised what little of my eyebrows that weren't hidden by my blindfold, in a, and this is a problem? way.

"My lord, the disappearance of the corpses happened before any of the staff could get to them my lord, it wasn't of our doing! Nobody knows what or how those bodies were removed."

I sighed, "Look, this is Outland, weird things happen everyday, weirder things happen every single day, that I can think of. Now if no one can find a trace of those corpses anywhere near this citadel and can't if our dogs can't smell out the scent of any of the undead then I really don't see a problem here." I leaned back against the edge of the pool and sighed happily as the hot water worked its practically magical healing powers on my aching muscles.

"Now, get the hell out of here before I have you beaten and strung up by your ankles and left for what pass for crows in this desolate hell hole."

The servant left in really big hurry and I sighed yet again, before sinking back into the deep hot springs and shuddered just a bit, in pleasure as my wing soaked up a goodly deal of hot water.

I had a feeling that I should probably have paid more heed to the servant's worries, about what might have happened to the bodies. But it had been a long day, a very long day and I wasn't in the mood for worrying of threats that may or may not be real.

I sent out a silent call down deep, where several of my Naga servants slept most of the time below and waited patiently as three of the more night elven in appearance and prettier of the serpents swam up to where I lay against the wall on limestone bench some demonic genius had thought to carve out.

Normally appearance didn't matter much to me, as I no longer had eyes to judge appearance. But the Naga had once been Night elves, just like me, but they'd had a colossal overdose on arcane energy, from being so close to the well of eternity when it exploded which had transformed them into the Naga, which had given them a highly magical nature and as I see all the different forms of magic in high detail, so too could I see really quite well the Naga.

They swam up to me and knew from experience what I wanted and without hesitation they did so. I sighed and groaned and trembled under their experienced if slimy and slightly scaly hands and I was just about certain if they asked me where I kept my hidden stash of money that I'd tell them without hesitation, when Lady Vashj entered the room.

The Naga serpents, merely paused to glance up at their lady before continuing their firm insistant ministrations, on the hard, tight muscles of my body.

(hah hah, you thought they were up to something fishy down there weren't you? Lol, they were just giving him a massage, had you going there though didn't I, lol…)

Lady Vashj by far the loveliest of the Naga I'd encountered and every time I looked at her I had the feeling I knew her from somewhere and I probably did, but I just couldn't recall where.

I sighed as I realized the look on her face and in her eyes, "Leave us, your Lady Vashj is about to yell at me and I'd prefer it if you weren't here to see your mistress possibly get her head removed, for saying the wrong thing." the Naga, masseurs, giggled before obediently sinking back down into the depths of the pool.

"So what is it now, that you wish of me Vashj, you were interrupting a very nice massage."

"I can see that," Vashj, hissed staring pointedly at the area between my legs, where yet another if my claims to infamy and envy among the Night Elf men and fame and envy among the night elf women, protruded, the head of my very thick and very long even for Night Elf standards, penis just above the waterline.

I shifted slightly so that my pride and joy, was not completely exposed for all to see and felt just a little bit embarrassed, but only a little After all I thought reasonably, its not the first time she's set eyes on it.

"Yeah well, three extremely pretty naked temptresses, rubbing quite nice and very experienced hands all over your body, tends to do that to you." I shrugged my shoulders and winced slightly as a muscle that said Naga Temptresses hadn't gotten around to indulging yet.

Vashj saw my discomfort and sighed, before she plunged herself down into the water and swam over to me.

"Let me at it, you know I'm just as good at it as they are." she sniffed, jerking her head slightly back and down, towards where the three Naga girls had disappeared to.

"Thans Vashj, but you really don't have to-" I began and one of the black snakes she had for hair snapped at my face and glared daggers at me,
"Oh but I insist, Lord Illidan." she smiled sweetly and tugged me forward and off the underwater bench, and into a deeper but still shallow enough for my to sit, part of the spring, so she could get my back and my wings.

I sighed and accepted her kindness, like I had a choice in the matter and groaned as she got all the worst spots on my body and worked her way down to the lesser areas of discomfort. Vashj wasn't lying when she said she was just as good as the Naga girls were, she was being modest almost meek, she was far better than they were. I knew this was a bribe to make me see things more her way, than my own and I had no intentions of doing such a thing… but there was no sense in dissuading her from what she was attempting, so I let her work on me.

I groaned and trembled and quivered under her hands for good forty minutes, before she got on with whatever it was she attempting to persuade me to see her way of.

"Lord Illidan, why did you give that woman Sylvanas, free reign of the Citadel?" she asked tentatively, I sighed as I felt her hands stop the ministrations to rest on my shoulders.

"She saved my life, Vashj." I answered quietly, "Maiev was coming at me while my back was turned with a blade of some sort, intending to kill me, Sylvanas warned me and then knowing it wouldn't be enough that even I wasn't fast enough to heed her warning in time, she threw her blade at Maiev and it buried itself in Maiev's chest."

"But why did you bring her back here to begin with?" she demanded and I thought I heard something akin to pain in her voice just for a second, though that really didn't make any sense. I shrugged, "I don't know, it was just… a feeling possibly curiosity and besides it doesn't matter now, like I said she saved my life."

"It could just be a trick," she pointed out, "she may possess some sort of personal grudge against you and wished to kill you herself and so she killed Maiev, both to preserve your life so she could extinguish it herself and to gain your trust precisely to make you do what you did so she could plunder our valuables as well as kill you!"

I glowered at her, "You really are paranoid aren't you Vashj," I sighed and shrugged, "I thought about that as well and it doesn't matter, I gave her the Tokijin to fight with during the battle, she's become attached to it, connected. True the connection will fade in about a month or maybe a month and a half, but that should be long enough to judge her trustworthiness."

Vashj frowned not quite certain what Sylvanas wielding the Tokijin had to do with her trustworthiness and then she remembered and she smirked. "ahh, as devious and far sighted as ever Lord Illidan." she purred and her hand drifted down across the hard muscular plains of my chest, across the scar and down into the water.

I knew what was coming and was surprised at the lack of enthusiasm it conjured, oh sure there was a certain primal animalistic desire within me but I found it hard to conjure up anything more substantial than what my hormones dictated.

I felt her hand wrap itself my scrotum and I leaned back, to better enjoy her skillful touch, despite the insistent… something that gnawed away at my insides. After all that I'd been through the past few days, I deserved this much at least.

When I left the springs, some time later. I still felt that strange gnawing sensation in the stomach, but I passed it off as indigestion, despite the fact that I'd never once had indigestion in my entire life and this felt… familiar.

I entered my bedroom and slid in under the silken sheets, sighing softly at the smooth feel of the sheets on my bare flesh. It had taken a long time getting used to sleeping in a bed, when my wings had grown out and even longer to get used to sleeping with sheets over my wings, but just like I had with everything else I had adapted.

I felt sleep slither in and out of my reach and I cursed silently as I tried to catch it. I wondered what weighed so heavily on my mind, that I could not manage to sleep despite the exhaustion of the events that dominated my body.

The answer came to me almost as soon as I wondered it. Maiev.

I thought of how her aura had looked in her last moments, I thought of how angry and hurt she'd been, how betrayed and hateful her aura had looked to my sight… all because of me.

My feelings towards Maiev, had been… murky, were murky, they've always been murky as far back as I can remember almost, though they'd perfectly clear the first time round she'd used me and tried to force me to forget Tyrande. Complete and utter hatred.

Illidan Stormrage, POV. Flashback scene.

If I could have, I am almost certain that I would have surely wept, in disgust and shame.

Maiev, chuckled softly, her voice low and husky. "Wow! I always did hear a whole bunch of rumors, about you Stormrage, but I never thought even half of them were accurate! I guess that sure shows me." she giggled and I turned away, feeling used and sodden.

"Get away from me." I demanded quietly, "Please, get away from me Maiev, I don't want to have to hurt you but considering the way I currently feel, I could easily loose control."

Maiev went still by me and then burst out laughing and ran a finger down my naked back to trace the edges of one of my tattoos. "Oh, I don't think so, if you did, you'd hurt and disappoint that precious little Tyrande bitch of yours and I really don't think your that well trained yet, considering how much you've been whining about her, like a-" I whirled around a vicious snarl bursting from my lips and I slammed my hand down and around her throat in a cruelly tight grip.

She choked and sputtered and coughed and I licked my lips taking pleasure the satisfying sounds of her torment, just as she had taken pleasure in mine.

And then quite unexpectedly she laughed, it was a hoarse laugh but a laugh nonetheless. "WHAT!" I demanded, curling my lips back in a snarl, "Whats so funny, bitch!"

"Y-you!" she giggled and I flinched at that god awful sound, "I thought you loved her Illidan, I thought you loved that bitch of yours, that Tyrande!" she sneered, "But I guess you don't." I snarled, "What the hell does that mean! of course I love her, I love her with everything I have in me, now explain yourself before I kill you.

She laughed, "It means, just like it sounds like it means you idiot, you don't love her, if you did, you wouldn't be doing this."

Rage filled me and I had to keep from crushing her windpipe or her skull and when I was certain I wouldn't scream the question out, I demanded in a harsh guttral whisper, "And why wouldn't I, especially considering what you just did to me!"

"Because, one I was doing you a favor with what I did there, two, if you really loved her with all your heart, you wouldn't kill your warden. If you did you'd not only solidify yourself as a monster in her and everyone else's eyes. You'd get eternity in here for certain and without a doubt you would never be able to gain her love, even if she is in love with Furion, if you were to get out you could probably woo her away from him, however if you kill me, you might as well as say goodbye and behead any possible future involving you and her together and you wouldn't do that, not if you really, truly loved her, no matter what I did or do to you, no matter what any of us do to you in here!"

She laughed and it was the most hideous, hateful, evil sound I had ever heard in all of my existence…

I stared down at her and knew that as much as I might like to kill her, for the humiliation and torment she'd put me through, for two whole sessions… she was right.

But that didn't mean I couldn't have vengeance. I reached up to her face and before she could even think to scream I drew my nails down the side of her face deep all the way down to the bones beneath the flesh, all the way down to her neck, in one swift movement.

She stared up at me with wide eyes and I waited… and then she screamed as the pain registered and it was the third sweetest sound I'd ever heard, the first being the wonderful tinkling laughter of Tyrande… my Tyrande. I smiled sadly, even as guards rushed in and beat me to within an inch of my life even as two others rushed in to take Maiev away… I smiled, thinking only of Tyrande and her sweet sweet laughter… my Tyrande.

Illidan Stormrage, POV. Present time.

I sighed as those memories came to me, thinking how much simpler things might be, if my feelings towards Maiev had stayed as bitter and hateful as they had been back then.

I tried to lull myself to sleep on memories of Tyrande's voice as I usually did when I had trouble sleeping, but strangely it didn't seem to work this time around, it always had before.

I glared drowsily up at the ceiling and tried to count mental goats or whatever it was humans did and that didn't work either.

I thought through everything I could think of, before I came to one particular memory that finally seemed to have the correct calming effect on me.

And I frowned as I thought of it even as sleep began to claim me… it was the memory, of a long delicate heart achingly beautiful face with dark crimson eyes surrounded by a thick sad blue aura tinged here and there with black and burgundy. And the words, echoed in my head. Garnel yak Gaya!

And somehow I believed it.

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Yeah my beta Raenef the sixth died, or well might as well as have. so its just me, me and me, oh yeah and the sows, oh sweet heavenly beautiful sows hehahaahahaa! they love it when i play with their nipples heahahahaahahahaah...

"I'm gonna need a truck a big truck and some guys... not these guys cause their kinda dead. hehaahahahahaheheheheheeh"

"You said we knew each other, and you do seem familiar, did we blow up a school bus together?" hehaahahaahahaah.. quote by Joker, in the batman film Under The Red Hood.

When the oil of the lamp is used up, the wanker shall light his own way to salvation. written in Isaiah! according to Biff hehahaahaaha Christ's Childhood companion hehahaahahahaaah fuckers hehahaah The Grinning Psychopath is Back in business hahahaahah.. i am back and i am ready to kick some imperial ass, ready to show Arcturas to feed my girls to the Swarm. LIVE FOR THE SWARM HEHAAHAAHAHAAHAAH!

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I value your opinion, i value rejecting you opinion. addictive substances are no substitute for Natures healing bond. hehaahahah.

may, Valentine Wolfe The true Grinning Psychopath, bless you with a piece of his wicked genius extraordinarily insane mind, as he has me. and may your stories, present and future, flourish.

May His Unholiness Valentine Wolfe. be with you in your travels! (In the form of a pillbox)

Absolutely anything is possible, provided you've got the right drugs for it.

"Boys, you know what i would love to do, with your girlfriends." "And girlfriends, you know what i would love to do with your boys."