I see you cause you won't get out of my way, i hear you cause you won't quit screaming my name, i feel you cause you won't stop touching my skin i need you their coming to take you away!

Why is it that whenever i hear those lyrics i get flashbacks to when Jason Todd beat up Timothy Drake in the Titan Tower? lol...

Sylvanas Windrunner, POV.

I felt wandered around the citadel, feeling semi free for the first time since… since I shot arthas with my poisoned arrow.

I traversed through the many corridors and courtyards and barrackses, for the first time without a single guard trailing me… well except for Remo I liked him, even if he was a bit cynical and world weary and he seemed to like me… well he tolerated me anyway but I think he liked me too, he certainly did more than anyone else in this citadel.

"So tell me about this place, Remo, whats its history, how did the great and might Looord Illidan come to possess it?" I asked rolling my eyes and putting about as most contempt as I could into the title, even if I did sorta respect Stormrage in battle, that didn't mean I liked him or that I'd try to get along with him any further than perhaps cold and civil."

"Lord Illidan seized it of course, with the aid of we the Naga and the blood elves under Prince Kael'thas' command. We guarded him against the demons and the orcs, while he shut down all the portals that lead into this world, hordes of demons and monsters fell from the portals even as he did this and we defended him with our very lives. Then we assaulted the Orcs guarding the path to the citadel, with the Draenei lead by Akama, to guide us. We slaughted all who got in our way and once we were in the citadel, we killed all of Magtheridon's Lieutenants and then we defeated and imprisoned Magtherion himself, in his own dungeons and the great Lord Illidan reigned supreme over all those who had once served Magtheridon."

I blinked and stared around the citadel. "He took all of this by force!" I exclaimed incredulously, feeling my respect for the man/demon, go up yet another notch. "Remo, I haven't seen this place from the outside, but the inside is impressive enough, how in the hell did he manage that!"

Remo shrugged, "Lord Illidan is smart, Akama lead him to a place where there was a tunnel the Pit Lord had dug, for escape purposes. We snuck in through there and with Lord Illidan at our side, we managed to take down, The King of Flesh, the Master of Pain and the Mistress of Torment, Vashj herself took on the Master, while we took care of the others, though were it not for Illidan's presence I doubt we would have succeeded."

I remembered the flashing whirling figure I'd seen on the battlefield, how he had managed to kill 6 to 8 warriors and hunters all at the exact same time with his Warglaives alone and how he had single handedly defeated the largest Draenei Paladin, I had ever seen and armed with the biggest meanest looking Warhammer, I also had ever seen before… and I believed Remo.

"How did you, come to serve Illidan?" I asked, it had been a question that had plagued me for a while now, I had never seen or heard of anything quite like the Naga and I was fascinated to know just what could have happened to make them this way.

Remo, conflicted for a moment, he looked around as if afraid others might be eavesdropping, before he sighed and began to speak. "We, the Naga, were not always like this as you know. We were Elves once, Night Elves. We were the Highborne, the proud and the best guardians out there. We Served under Queen Azshara, ten thousand years ago as well as under Lord Illidan Stormrage."

I blinked at him, in surprise, "But, Stormrage, he only looks to be in his mid twenties at least and his early thirties at most."

Remo nodded his head, sagely, "Indeed, he still possesses the power of the Well of Eternity within his body, he has his very own well here in Outland, where he derives his arcane power and his immortality. I believe you Elves had one much like it once, though it was much more limited as it derived its energy from the sun, the sunwell I believe it was called."

I nodded, feeling a pang of sadness as I recalled the glorious sunwell and all its sparkling energies, truly it had been magnificent.

"In any case, we had a Well of Eternity back then, ten thousand years ago. Queen Azshara used it, to open up a portal to where the Burning Legion resided and brought them over to Kalimdor. Lord Illidan was at first opposed to the idea, but something, I don't know what but involved some priestess he was interested in, her name escapes me, but in any case whatever it was she did to him, he came over to see our side of things and he helped us open the portal even wider than it already was, far more than any of our sorcerers could and in reward the great Titan Sargaras, scorched Illidan's eyes from their sockets and replaced them with orbs of energy that enable him to see all things magical, see them, see their weaknesses and their strengths and their effects on those who wielded them as well as how to better absorb them into himself to make him more powerful, those orbs burn hot even now, preventing any sort of healing to be preformed upon them. Sargaras also gifted him with those tattoos you see upon his torso and arms, they enhance his Arcane energy and absorb an amount of magical energy that's directed at him that means him harm. Lord Illidan's brother Furion Stormrage and the priestess I spoke of, they interrupted the summoning and did something which caused a very bad reaction to the Well of Eternity."

"What happened?" I asked hanging on every single word he spoke and the pounding in my head which told me quite insistently that I knew those names and might even know of this priestess that the Naga spoke of, was really turning into explosions now as forgotten memories tried to blow open the gate of time which blocked their path.

"The Well, exploded." the Naga said simply, "It exploded, its power wreaked havoc within all things on and around Kalimdor and it caused the Great Sundering. We the Highborn, drowned in the rising tides that devoured a great deal of the land and the heavy magic content of the waters changed us to what you see now."

"What happened to Illidan?" I asked, "I am a bit fuzzy on the details as I was under a few thousand leagues of water at the time, but it would seem that Illidan had the foresight to pocket three vials of the Well of Eternity's magical waters, he then found a tranquil lake elsewhere and he poured the contents of the vials into the water, transforming into yet another Well of Eternity. Apparently under the reasoning that the Burning Legion would be back someday and that we would apparently need the power within the waters to defeat them, which we did apparently and His brother who had become High Druid, was furious at Illidan both for his betrayal and for what he did the lake and imprisoned him."

High Druid? High Druid? Malfurion Stormrage! I realized and I stared at the Naga wide eyed, "You mean THE High Druid Malfurion, Stormrage, is Illidan Stormrage's brother?"

Remo nodded, and I thought back to Malfurion Stormrage and remembered that… he was mated, mated to a priestess, named Tyrande Whisperwind and had been for over ten thousand years. "Tyrande, is that the name of that priestess, that Illidan, was supposedly in love with?" I demanded and Remo thought a moment before nodding, "Yes and I never said he was in love with her, though I suppose he probably is."

"Wow…" I knew the story of how, Malfuion had apparently stopped the Burning legion in its tracks. He'd gathered up all the druids and about ten thousand of their wisps and then used a mix of Arcane magic and druidic power to convince slash force the World Tree to unleash all its energy all at once into the demon lord who lead the Legion, Archimonde, destroying him. But all at once destroying the World Tree and the Well of eternity.

All this new information was making my head spin and I to think for a long few moments about all this before another question hit me, "Wait a minute, you said Malfurion imprisoned Illidan, how is it that Illidan is here now?" I asked, perplexed.

Remo, sighed sadly, "His story, his part in the downfall of the Burning Legion, is one where he is forgotten as the hero and known only as the villain as The Betrayer. The Priestess, Tyrande, she and Malfurion entered where the Druids I am uncertain which sect but it was one of them, lay asleep. Malfurion went on after the Druids and Tyrande was going to go with him but she spied the gate to Illidan and decided to unleash the master despite Malfurion's wishes. She killed those who stood between her and Lord Illidan and released him. Illidan, was given the duty of purifying Ashenvale forest and destroy those who were corrupting it. He fought against the Legions forces and the one who commanded them a Dreadlord named Tichondrius, he was unable to defeat the Dreadlord, he had far too much power and Illidan was forced to meditate on the subject he was meditating up in the hills when a Death Knight, the first I believe, though his name too escapes me, approached him."

"Arthas," I growled his name tasted bitter and I fought the urge to spit, "His name was Arthas."

"Indeed," the Naga nodded, a slight frown on his normally placid features, "This Arthas, approached him and they fought hard against each other, eventually finding themselves evenly matched, Arthas told him of a power, the Skull of Gul'dan, that lay in the middle of the forest and that it was being used to corrupt Ashenvale. Illidan was weary of the Death Knight but his addiction to power as well as his need to be seen as the hero in that important chapter of Night Elf history, drove him to absorb the demonic energies within the skull and he was transformed. He fought Tichondrius one last time and killed him. When next Malfurion, Tyrande and Illidan met, they saw what had become of Illidan and enraged by what his brother had done, Malfurion banished Illidan and the Night Elf world, forgot Illidan's part in defeating the Legion and Malfurion Stormrage got all the credit."

"So, just as Illidan betrayed the Night Elf people, so too did the Night Elf betray him." I shook my head feeling sympathy for this Elf/Demon Hybrid, "poor guy, betrayed by his brother and the woman he loved, imprisoned for Ten Thousand years, for part of a crime that ultimately saved us all and banished for more of the same. I think I can see why he bares such resentment and hatred towards his people if this is truly how his story goes."

And why, he sees us as kindred spirits. I thought silently to myself. And then I remembered my original question. "But wait, how does all this relate to how you Naga all ultimately ended up serving him yet again?" I asked.

Remo, sighed yet again with even more sadness in his eyes. "As you said, Illidan was understandably resentful of his former people, he was contacted by a force. The Demon Lord, Kil'Jaeden, they met on the ashes of Mount Hyjal where they made deal. If Illidan were to kill the Lich King then Ner'zhul instead of Arthas, Kil'Jaeden would grant him his hearts desire, supposedly. Kil'Jaeden gave Illidan more power and Illidan, knowing of us who slept on the sea floor, awoke us from our ages long slumber and we gave our loyalty unto him."

Considering, the way he was treated for his assistance in defeating the Burning Legion, I don't exactly blame him. I thought and a bittersweet sorta sense of kinship with Illidan Stormrage, now that I knew at least part of his story.

I remembered how I had tried to reconnect, with my old kinsmen, with my living family and friends and the people I had sworn to protect and how utterly devastated I had felt, when they had rejected and scorned me. Seeing me as nothing more than a shell of the person they'd loved and as something to be despised and looked upon with contempt. I remembered all of this, remembered all the pain I had felt and just how much I'd felt, just for some of the briefest instants and still felt every now and again, like brining down all of my undead wrath against them and make them see what it was that they wrought by rejecting the one who had once been and would have been again if they'd let me, their most faithful and caring guardian.

I had been rejected, by my own people, banished from my own family's home, betrayed by those who I had loved and trusted most all because I had just a few new faults added to my existence… Garnella Yakesh Gaya! the strange alien thoughts in my head shouted out and yet again though I didn't recognize in the slightest what language it was I knew instinctively that with the added letters, it now roughly translated into, 'they were not prepared!" I shook my head, feeling very sad indeed that my mental state had fallen to such a degree that I now heard voices that spoke in languages I didn't know or speak but somehow instinctively knew.

Though I knew that this did not bode well, I couldn't help but agree with the voice, they certainly would not be prepared, for what I had planned for them.

Illidan Stormrage, POV.

I followed Kael'Thas, growing more and more impatient as we walked on. "Are we almost to the spot where we will be meeting this Hellbourne and the spot where this supposed Orb, disintegrated? I grow impatient, Kael'Thas."

"Not much longer now Lord Illidan, only another few corridors and we will be to the courtyard where the Raiders originally teleported into."

I sighed, growing more and more irritated and certain that this was all just an elaborate waste of time. Though the thought that an object, might possess the power required to punch through defenses, I myself helped set up against specifically what happened the other day, did intrigue me.

Perhaps whatever or whoever supplied this Orb of power to the raiders, can supply me with such an Orb, if so I just might get the necessary power boost required to defeat Kil'Jaeden. I thought, ambition fueled and power addicted, thoughts, to be sure, but possibly life saving ones as well.

If I could possess this power, it would almost undoubtedly give me great strength and insights into the arcane, not only could I win my freedom possibly, but I just might be able to bring all the undead who threaten Azeroth, under my control I could possibly give them their minds back, make them see the errors of their ways, make them good again, make them able to return to their homes and families. At least, if their families and homes, would have them back. I thought that last part bitterly.

Provided of course, that their people, their families aren't as feeble minded and straight and narrow as my brother and more willing to accept that, despite what others might say to the contrary, it is indeed possible to take one's will away, possible to make people do things and say things that they wouldn't normally. I smiled and had to suppress a chuckle as I imagined the look on Sylvanas' face as I gave control of the mass hordes of undead warriors over to her and how she would reward me with- What!

I shook my head, astonished at the thoughts I'd just had. Why in the seven hells, would I give Sylvanas Windrunner, of all people, control of an army of Undead! Sure she may have a story kindred to my own and she has aided the races in putting an end to the threat that Arthas posed to the world, but her motives have been clouded by nothing but hatred and despair, she's killed hundreds of innocents to get at Arthas and only out of a need for vengeance, no sense of justice or self righteousness, only that terrible dark need for vengeance.

I sighed and shook my head, still not that different from me, though I had good intentions in whatever evils I might have committed and as they say the road to hell is paved in good intentions. Sylvanas' intentions for the world are pure… yeah, pure vengeance. My own soul may burn for vengeance, but I don't let my need for vengeance cloud my judgment, if I did, I might well have indeed been far more active than I have these past few years, active in ways Sylvanas would both admire and shiver in fear and disgust at.

No, if I could indeed tae control of the undead, it would not be Sylvanas I would look for approval within, no it would be Tyrande, yes surely she would see my genius, that my intentions were pure, surely she would want to aid me, as I tried to reform the Undead, as I shone light on the dead once more and brought them to see the good in themselves once more.

I was shaken out of my reverie, by Kael'Thas' voice, "Lord Illidan, we are here."

I shook my head to clear it and immediately saw the deep fiery blue/green/scarlet and purple tinged aura, of my apprentice, Varedis and saw an almost entirely blue fiery aura that I knew to be yet another Demon Hunter, probably Hellbourne.

Demon Hunters are really quite visible to the spectral sight, for we shine so very, very brightly. True we don't generally shine so brightly because we are all good and pure, quite the opposite really, but we still shine and bright enough for us to see and recognize each other from a hundred miles off, just the same as with demons.

"Master Varedis." I nodded respectfully, "Master Stormrage." Varedis nodded in return though more deeply as was proper and we clasped forearms in the traditional Demon Hunter version of a handshake.

"I apologize, if this has inconvenienced you in anyway my Lord, but I figured you'd want to here, young Hellbourne, here's tale and who knows you might be capable of seeing something I don't, though honestly this appears to be about the most nonmagical or demonic part of the citadel if you as me."

I nodded to the young, or well new Demon Hunter, as I couldn't precisely tell just how old he really was, for all I knew of him he could have been older than me.

"Greetings young Demon Hunter, what level are you?" I asked, "Greetings, Lord Stormrage, I am level 7 sir, just recently marked with insignia tattoos to mark me as such."

Eleven levels of, Demon Hunter mastery, eleven being the highest. My younger counterparts, are marked with every rite and passage me and the fellow masters of the trade, put them through. The tattoos though they are Arcane in nature and allow us to gaze upon them, do not possess near the arcane abilities of my own, as we lack a Demon of Sargaras' caliber to do the tattooing, the tattoos are mostly cosmetic in nature. I gazed at the tattoos that covered Hellbourne's body here and there.

I saw that he had successfully seen through to the spectral world, on the first try. He was of low Magical talent and not expected to reach near the power of a Demon Hunter such as Varedis or myself. He lacked proper discipline to keep his emotions in check and do the necessary thing and kill a downed practically harmless, mutilated, opponent. He was very fast and agile though far from the strongest, he was hot headed at times, he was resurrected once during an unexpected battle with Raiders, he possessed great potential to dominate fellow demon hunters with his speed and agility, he was very sharp but could let pretty women in distress as well as children mislead him, he was generally shy and uneasy in the presence of women, he didn't like striking out against women of any sort even demon ones… and he once struck Varedis a blow that threatened Varedis' chances at producing offspring.

I grinned at that last one and I could practically feel the young Demon Hunter flinch back away from that grin. "Hello, lad I see that you have quite the history etched onto your body, similar to my own really, back in my early days of course. Tell me, what did you see, boy?"

The Demon Hunter swallowed, "Umm, before I start sir, you should know, while I did manage to see into the spectral realm on the first try, my sight is somewhat underdeveloped still and I have yet to see things as Master Varedis does, my sight is still mostly only dark gray blobs and stuff." I nodded slightly impatiently, "Yes, boy I see that, get on with your tale."

"Well, I was training in that corner over there, trying to develop my sight more, trying to see more clearly the tree over there. When I saw a force a very dark force, so dark I think I would have seen it even back when I was only blind, it was just so black so… evil. It wasn't the fire of demons, or even the amethyst of Arcane, it was black like you wouldn't believe sir and I could… see things, shapes and figures, things not of this dimension, things that even with my underdeveloped sight, I could see almost as clearly as if they had been in this dimension and I still had my eyes and they stood in a dimly lit hallway, I could see them so. I could see things great beasts and monstrosities, things that looked to be made entirely of teeth and some of lightning and some… some I just don't have words for, things that were great and ancient, with power so beyond this world… I think if just one of them were to come down into this dimension, that its entry would rip it to shreds."

I could hear the horror and the haunted fear within the young man's words and something about his words struck a cord within me. I thought that I should send him on his way to see a councilor or something, but I needed more information. "And, what else?" I pressed.

"I, well I am ashamed to admit it Lord Illidan, but I ran and I hid behind that tree, I mentioned. I suppose it probably saved my life… I heard the clattering of steps and saw the demonic auras of Warlocks in the room, but really not much else besides that. I heard them all get violently ill upon their entry and heard one of them say of how that it felt like someone had punched their fist through his stomach, twisted his insides around and around, ripped them out and shoved em right back down his throat again and then started the whole process over again. I… I hid behind that tree for about forty minutes, before I gathered the courage to come out again… and I saw it, Lord Illidan, I saw the Orb, perfectly smooth about the size of a goblin's skull and just as black as the great disk in the sky was, I could even glimpse the shadowy figures of some of the creatures I'd seen in the disk, though not nearly as clearly. When others arrived and tried to get near it, it disintegrated into nothing, not even dust remains where it once lay, not that I can see in any case."

I nodded, "Very good, Hellbourne. Run along now boy, back to your training."

He nodded greatly, "Yes Master Stormrage, thank you." and with that he turned and ran off, truly the boy was fast indeed.

I looked around the large courtyard and sniffed the air, thoughtfully. I looked around as far as I could see and…. Nothing, not a single blasted thing… which was really what tipped me off that something just wasn't right here. Varedis, was correct that this was about as far from a magical place as could be and that was the problem, there's magic everywhere, even in the most nonmagical rock has a spark of magic within it, even the salt in the sea possessed a magic of some kind within its grains. This place was clean, I could hardly see it, it was so devoid of magic, as I was far more used to the sight Sargaras had gifted me with than that of my plain Spectral one. Without the magic, the world around me looked bland and gray and unimaginative… in other words exactly like the Spectral sight was supposed to look, my own magical sight was unique among Demon Hunters, as it was given to my by that oh so great and terrible demon lord, Sargaras.

And then I spotted it, the black splatter on the smooth cobblestones towards the center of the yard.

I made my way to it gingerly kneeled down next to it and saw… oh my Elune. I leapt back and used my wings to force myself back further still, primal panic dominating my senses, I summoned pure cleansing Arcane fire and I let loose. I let loose like I had never let loose before, I blasted the land all around that blighted evil spot with all my power all my strength and I didn't let up till I had used every last spark of energy within my body, when I exhausted my arcane energy I switched over to chaos energy, throwing every spell I knew at that spot before it even had time to cool and when I ran out of that I settled back to Draenor, breathing heavily and was trying to mentally call back Cenarius' training in Druidic magic, when Varedis set a hand on my shoulder. I flinched away from him and he hastily removed his hand and took a step back, "What is it Lord Illidan? What is it, what did you see? Is it Kil'Jaeden?"

"No!" I shook my head bitterly, feeling terror beyond words, fill me. "No, Kil'Jaeden would be a blessing compared to what I saw there. Varedis! Have we any priests or Priestesses among the Elves or the maybe the Naga? Or even the blasted Demons! Any priests will do, if we don't have someone be trained as such, immediately, have Holy Priests and unholy ones here ASAP! What I saw there, Varedis… oh my lord, its far worse than anything I've ever encountered before, I felt some of the energy that resided within that, blackness there, young Hellbourne was correct in his surmise, the forces behind that Orb, whatever they may be, their not of this Dimension, I don't think its even of this universe, its old beyond time, older beyond anything… it makes the Burning Legion, look like positively tame in comparison, with their utter hatred of us."

"What are they, Lord Illidan?" he asked, his voice varying just a hint of fear and rightfully so. I shook my head, "I don't know, not for certain anyway, I have a few good guesses but nothing concrete… now Varedis, we need to take care of this, make sure there is no evidence what transpired here. We, you and me we'll be the only ones who know, I think it'd be best that way, now go get those priests and priestesses like I told you before. I sincerely doubt they'll actually work, but it's the principle of the thing, it'll make me feel better."

" Okay, but what about Hellbourne? should I tell, him?" Varedis asked, and I thought about it a long moment.

"Nothing… except that I saw nothing, like I said, hide the evidence , convince young Hellbourne he was mistaken, blame it on the Apothecaries experimenting on us again, maybe, hopefully he'll pass it off as nothing more than an elaborate illusion and be able to move on, in life… though I doubt he'll ever forget it… things like that stick to you, for life, like a bad case of undeath."

"Very well."

Heh so, what did Illidan see in that other dimension, what force was so dark, so powerful, so corrupt that even Illidan Stormrage fled in terror of it pretty much.. hmm? guess we'll just have to find out.

oh it will be a hot time in the ole town tonight, ehahahaahaahah.