The Moon is a mysterious mistress, who walks with demons of dread.
Author's POV.
Location, some camp on the outskirts of the Black Citadel.
"I'm telling you, Grokmak, something moved down here!" a large Fel Orc named Booleary, said to an even larger and more muscular Fel Orc, so named Gromak.
"Bahh, it was only your imagination, do you see any tracks down here whelp!" Gromak snarled. "No, but you know as well as I do, some of the things that lurk around these parts!"
Gromak nodded his head, as this was true. "Aye, but by Hellscream's axe, usually there's some sign of those things, here there's nothing. Nothing but sand and rocks. Gromak kicked out at a large tan brown boulder, to make his point and winced as his boot met the boulder, causing a toe he'd stumped earlier to throb with pain.
He blinked at the boulder, was it his imagination, or had the thing… gave a little under his blow? And what was that sound, like a witch doctor's rattle, or a Warlock throwing his sign bones down across a table to see what they might reveal.
All of the sudden there were loud shouts and cries from the camp on the rise behind them and they whirled around and raced back, to see what all the commotion was.
When they got there, they were not prepared for what they saw. Creatures, tan leathery things with teeth and claws, leapt forth from the sand to drag their brethren down into the deeps, screaming. Those who wouldn't go without a fight were torn down by the numbers.
Gromak snarled as a very slight shifting in the sand nearby caught his attention and he whipped out his axe just in time to catch one of the great brown creatures in the chest, but instead of cutting it in half like he expected. The large axe that had served him so faithfully for over 28 years, suck perhaps 4 inches into the great monster's flesh and stopped, the creature grinned batted aside the axe.
And while Gromak was still gaping in disbelief, it leapt for him and dragged him down into the sand.
Booleary, who had been watching all of this from a few feet away, openmouthed, was shocked to his senses, when a loud his caught his attention, he looked up to see three of the monsters slithering his way, their large rectangular mouths open wide to reveal very strong looking very sharp needle like teeth.
Booleary did the only thing that came naturally to him, he ran for his life.
He ran back down the slope, but quickly stopped dead in his tracks as the large boulder Gromak had kicked earlier, came to life and glared at him and once more that rattling sound was heard and Booleary saw at the end of its tail or body or whatever the source of the noise, a large white/brown rattle. The thing hissed and Booleary frozen with fear was quickly dragged down under, screaming all the while.
After a while there was nothing… nothing but sand and some structures and a few boulders. And the cackling of the Warlock as his pets brought death to Illidan Stormrage's troops.
Not long now. he thought gleefully, not long now before we can make the final move to conquering Outland and making it ours. True the Master never said anything about conquering Outland, but he didn't say anything against it either whereas the other masters just… can't wait to get their hands on it, for some reason or another.
He watched his new pets as they dove under making their way through sand and rock and practically gliding over land at parts where the rock was just too dense for them to dig through. Making their way, towards the other various camps, which lay on the outskirts of Illidan's Black Temple, to cut him off from the outside world.
There had been even more of the creatures than he ever could have hoped for and he was feeling fairly confident of his chances of succeeding against the Demon hybrid. For not even Illidan Stormrage, could readily tackle what came at him from below, not even Illidan's Naga, could save either Illidan Stormrage, or the Sylvanas bitch.
Illidan Stormrage, POV.
Location, just outside his quarters about to be ambushed by Vashj.
I had just returned to the Citadel after dealing with the Kodo Beast and sending the traumatized Draenei off to a good therapist, who'd had the misfortune to be around the thing while it was in the heat and being the only thing around for miles even half its size that looked appealing to it.
When I turned the corner that lead down to my quarters and came face to face with Lady Vashj… there are worst sights to be greeted with than an angry looking Naga sea witch, but not many. Even if the Naga in question is particularly lovely, there's just something about angry women with more teeth than a dozen sharks and about 40 times as sharp.
"Stormrage where in the hell have you been!" she demanded and I frowned at her, "I believe there should be a Lord in there somewhere." I pointed out, smiling fakely. "Never mind that!" she snapped and glared directly into my eyes, "How could you do it! After that talk we had had, how could you still! Go on to sleep with that whore!"
Vashj went on rambling and I was happy to let her go on for a few more minutes before I cut her off. "Okay number one, there really should be a few Lord's, in there when addressing me. Number two I have no idea what your talking about Vashj, I just got back from dealing with that unsettlement about a Draenei forcing himself on a Kodo Beast, turned out it was the other way around if you can wrap your head around that, some things are just too strange. So please enlighten me as to what the fuck you are shouting at me for! Oh and whose in charge of our Orcs and Demons, on the outskirts? It was looking sorta deserted in those camps when I flew over and it gave me the shivers."
She snarled at me, "I am talking about you fucking that Sylvans whore!" she snarled and tried to sink her claws into my chest so she could shake me better. I sighed and grabbed her hands before they could do any damage, "Vashj, calm down." I requested tiredly, "NO! they saw her walking out of your quarters, Stormrage, you lecherous cow of a Lord, Kael'Thas himself saw that she didn't have any pants! You oversized, under endowed, half brained, goat headed, alien cock muncher!" I stared down at Vashj in something like surprise and recognition… well not quite recognition but something fairly close as memory, so very VERY distant, kicked up dust about a Night Elf girl, who I think had been extremely beautiful and had sworn similar to that at me once, but I couldn't put a name or a face to her.
"Vashj I didn't sleep with her!" I shouted into her face, over the sound of her swearing some more at me, she paused to look at me searchingly. "Truly?" she asked, in a small childlike voice.
I nodded, "Yes, Vashj, truly. She was drunk on some concoction, Madman came up with. She raved at me for a bit about how I needed to lighten up and breathed fire at me for a few seconds and then she passed out and I put her to my bed and removed her pants and them sent off to be cleaned, to mess with her head."
I could have told her more, about it. But then she squealed, with girlish delight screamed out, "I knew you could never do such a thing to me!" and… she… kissed me…
I blinked at her as she set herself back at about 7 feet of height, beaming up at me.
I stared at her and she blinked and suddenly her eyes went wide with shock and horror at what she had done and she… shrunk. She went from 7 feet of height to about 5 feet and looking all compact and small and stuff.
"I'm sorry, my lord Stormrage, I don't know what came over me, it will never happen again, I was just caught up in… my time of the cycle!" she hastily explained, not looking me in the eye.
I just stared at her, "Yeah… yeah lets say that and umm, well, make sure you get that under control okay and umm… never let that happen again… I have a thing about that many teeth coming at my face… umm, so about the commander of our ground forces?"
Author's POV.
Illidan, was so caught up in trying to mentally block out the taste of rotting fish and mint in his mouth, he didn't notice the figure in the shadows who was departing as quickly and stealthily away, never mind that it was a she and that she was trying very hard to keep a twisted look of pain and betrayal from showing on her face.
Sylvanas Windrunner, POV.
I made my way back to my quarters, feeling despondent and heartsick and disappointed and… What the hell is going on with me! I mentally screamed at myself. I should be rejoicing, nothing happened to me, that whole thing with missing pants and stuff was just Illidan being a jackass and fucking with my head! Why the hell do I feel like this!
A flash of Vashj, kissing Illidan and him not shoving her aside in disgust, came to mind and a low twisted sound I barely realized came from me, escaped from my chest. SO what! Its none of either my business or my concern about who he spends his nights kissing and… other stuff with! God, that Vashj woman was once a Night Elf, she's probably more compatible as a mate than I'd ever be, and its not like… oh god!
you know, a familiar voice said inside my head, sometimes I really wonder just where it is that my contract ends on possible bullshit that I have to contend with as a mental sidekick.
Deirdre! I mentally exclaimed, what the are you doing here! What contract! Please tell me you weren't around for the past day, actually where the hell were you anyway!
One thing at a time, Sylvanas. One I was asleep, two no I don't have a contract, just wishful thinking on my part, if I did I'd be able to get a Lawyer to look at it and get it annulled or canceled or whatever. But no I'm your mental sidekick and it is my duty to help you through weird, cruel and unusual shit, no matter how cruel or unusual or demeaning it may be.
Deirdre, do you have any idea what the hell is wrong with me? I asked, desperate for answers. uhhuh… but you wouldn't believe me if I told you, I can scarcely believe it myself. I mentally glared at Deirdre though I couldn't actually see her, So tell me anyway, what the hell is wrong with me?
I told you, you won't believe me, it doesn't matter anyway not the way things are going to hell right now, we need to find some weapons. Evil draws close.
I frowned, what? Deirdre sighed, didn't you hear what Illidan said? Abandoned camps on the outskirts! Kodo beasts having their way with helpless Draenei, Naga sea wenches kissing your man, these are all signs of impending doom, evil draws close.
You are making no sense at all. I thought simply, really not getting what any of this meant. And Illidan is not my man! Like I would touch that filthy beast in a thousand years.
A thousand years is long time to commit to something Windrunner and besides that, your both immortal here, so what are you gonna do and say when a thousand and one years go by? And weren't you listening when Hellbourne was talking to us about Demon Hunter, extra special abilities? Deirdre thought at me exasperatedly.
Yes of course I was listening, I need to learn how to do all the things or well most of the things Illidan can do and learn how to counter them. He was talking all on about special maneuvers, getting in touch with your inner cougar or some such thing and getting to know the world around you to make up for a lack sight as well as that new sight that spectral thing.
Deirdre sighed, he always spoke of as well as getting to know the world, getting to know magic, getting to hear and understand it, learning to love it and crave it properly, learning to hear the warnings it sends out. While you were busy monkying around with him, doing all the physical and mental exercises, I was thinking on his words about the spiritual ones and actually paying attention, I got attuned to it, but apparently you are still so out of tune with it, you can't hear the warnings. Something powerful is coming this way, something touched with evil magic older than you'd ever believe even if you lived to see the end of this universe, you still wouldn't believe just how freaking old it is. And its coming this way whatever it is but before it gets here, its sending emissaries to clear the path for it. And one of these emissaries is heading right here right now, towards this citadel.
Okay, I can actually make out, a little of what you just said as sense, but are you sure I mean, even if this were true, wouldn't Illidan and his Demon Hunters sense it? I thought worriedly, starting to feel somewhat… edgy.
Yes they would and they probably do but either their putting it off as residual evil from that beast they have downstairs that I sense, or just maybe… someone from within this Citadel is working with the Emissary and his master and doing something, something to block the senses of all the known Demon Hunters and scryers, who have the power to sense whats coming and disguising it as something minor not worth paying heed to… or possibly it's a trap and everyone's already prepared or think they are and we're being kept in the dark… but somehow I think it's the second.
How would that even be possible though? I asked, really starting to get worried as mental alarms began screaming in my head, and why just block the ones you know can sense whats coming when you might miss a few that you don't know about?
Deirdre sighed, Probably because broad spectrum magic like that is tough to hold for a long period of time and can be quite difficult to use effectively, oh its easier than holding specific magic for such a long time, but like I said its more difficult to use affectively, it tends to mess up and backfire when you try to make it affective. Also I think there is another barrier, broad spectrum I can sense it faintly, I'm not quite sure how I think its this Synthablood, but its not around here, its around Azeroth and it's a damned strong one at that especially if I can sense all the way from here.
I frowned, how much more were you listening than me to what Hellbourne was saying about magic? Deirdre shrugged, not that much really, I'm remembering this stuff from what you didn't consciously listen to back in Quel'Thalas.
So what do we do about this? I asked, I don't know, what do you want to do about it? I myself suggest we pack whatever it is we got and try and run for the hills, I'm just a novice demon hunter sensor thing and I'm not sensing half of whats coming and I'm getting freaked out, I could only imagine what full fledged demon hunter, like Illidan would feel were he not blocked like the rest of them.
Illidan! Could I tell Illidan somehow? Or show him or something? I need to do something, I'm not running Deirdre. Illidan's taken me in when no one else would. True I may not have been exactly grateful for it, but he's had no reason to trust me, no reason to believe that any of this wasn't planned so I'd get into his confidence, I have to do something to aid him so he won't be swamped by whatever the hell this is that's coming! I was feeling really desperate now, thinking back on all the instances in which Illidan might have rescinded his hospitality and sent me down to the dungeons and hadn't cause he had felt that we were kindred spirits of a sort and I couldn't help but feel similarly, knowing what I did of his past.
If you do that, odds are good that Illidan will find out about Hellbourne. And then what? Think he'd take kindly to you threatening one of his apprentice Demon Hunters to train you in secret?
That doesn't matter right now, now what the hell should I tell Illidan? I can't just walk up to him and say, "hey there's a great dark force coming this way and your being blocked, but somehow I can sense it, wanna help me find the one casting the spell or whatever and defend this citadel?"… right?
Search me on all counts, all I know is that I'm going to go, duck and cover my ass while all the arrows are flying, if everything turns out okay, smoke me a kipper and I'll be back for breakfast, goodbye.
No wait! I mentally screeched even as I doubled back to try and find my way to Illidan's quarter's once more, don't go, I don't remember the way back to Illidan's quarters, Deirdre, DEIRDRE! there was nothing but silence… which I realize I might wanna be grateful for, considering the fact that talking to yourself is considered a sign of mental degradation, but somehow I just felt worried beyond belief.
So, struggling to recall which corridors lead to which doors and courtyards, I made my way back to Illidan, to warn him of the impending doom.
Not knowing that it was already too late.
Warlock, POV.
I smiled from my perch, overlooking the great Citadel and a great deal of the valley it was situated in, silently watching as my pets, having finished off the rest of the surrounding bases, went on towards the great Black Temple, to bring the betrayer and the rogue revenant, their doom.
I cackled, soon, it would be soon. I could feel it in the magical harmonics in the air, the time was nearing it would only be a matter of a few weeks before events would give my master the power to come over onto this side.
And when that happened, everything that had once had free will would be subjugated to the Master it would either be subjugated or it would be destroyed… preferably destroyed and then we could move on to the next realm.
I smiled as the ground shook just a bit as the backup plan, dug through the ground behind me, their hands and bodies hardened and made more capable just for this purpose, by my potions.
One way or another, Illidan and Sylvanas would die, before the month was out, but preferably they'd just die tonight, so I could get on back to Azeroth, maybe with my new pets, so I could greet the master on his return. But in the meantime, I had business to attend to, here, day dreaming could come later. So I sighed, made sure my ankh was safely embedded in the flesh of my right thigh, incase anything went wrong and leapt off the perch, falling the distance down to the ground, a spell already prepared to catch my fall about ten feet off the ground. I needed to see Illidan in action, incase he managed to beat off my creatures, I needed to see what was so big and powerful about him that even my master feared him… so I could crush it and snort its power like a drug, it always paid to be prepared for treachery, true I was by far the most loyal servant my master had ever had and certainly his most trusted but I was just as expendable as any of the others that had come before me and I wasn't about to make myself easy, to just cast aside like some random puppet no longer needed.
Author's POV.
Meanwhile in other parts of the castle, the traitor, conversed with his master alongside the great Demon Pit Lord, magtheridon, as they had both made deals with the great Master, for some thing or another and were eager to know when their reinforcements would be arriving to set Magtheridon free and made ruler of Outland once again and the Traitor wanted Illidan dead as well as secretly Magtheridon, so he himself could be ruler of Outland.
The great master, assured them that all would be in place soon enough.
The great master shared a silent message with the traitor that he would indeed have his wish for Magtheridon and Illidan Stormrage both dead and they nodded to each other respectfully.
The Great Master nodded and one more Traitor came forth from the shadows. "Well come on then people, we had a job to accomplish, we need to see to it that the passageway is open for the Fisher of Men.
The all nodded in agreement and slunk off to their respective places, never knowing what true fate awaited them.
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