This is evolution, the monkey the man then the gun. the Adam of Eden was a bomb.

Author POV, still, lol…

Fel Orcs and Demons walked around the citadel, watching and waiting and being bored as all hell.

They complained and they groaned about proceedure, about how nothing ever happened while they patroled the citadel, that everyone was too scared to do anything to upset the peace and quiet, after what happened up on the roof…. Until that is the floor and the ground shook beneath all of them, those within the citadel and those who just walked around it and the snake like creatures attacked from below.

The orcs on the training ground screamed as great brown serpents, broke free from the ground and grabbed them to pull them back down into Draenor's soil.

It was panic and chaos everywhere, till the Naga and the mages stepped in and began to force order.

But even that only lasted so long before the ground serpents attacked once more.

Remo POV.

I watched the chaos on the ground floor, as my brethren and the magisters threw their combined talents together to try and route out this new foe, but even the magisters were having trouble, as even with all their arcane and demonic power they couldn't quite reach the required penetration to blast these new foes.

I hissed and threw a net over one lightning fast blur I glimpsed out of the corner of my eye, pinning it to the ground, it let out a howl of gravelly slithering laughter and dug down below and I swore.

"If its not one thing around Lord Illidan its another." I growled tiredly.

My acute hearing picked up a loud grumbling from beneath my body and I quickly got out of the way, just in time too.

The brown shape burst free from the ground and let out a loud hiss and its claws swiped down towards my stomach.

I quickly blocked with my trident and found myself face to face with a snarling Naga. Oh it wasn't a Naga in every precise detail but it certainly was a pretty close resemblance to all my other brethren.

Same draconian face, same scaly flesh, same teeth, same pretty much everything… except, it was brown, its scales all over its body aside from those on its stomach were brown those on its stomach were tan and instead of looking slimy like my other Naga brothers, it looked rough and hard, its eyes glowed a fierce green light and its hands were extremely large with claws about a foot long and about half as thick as my trident, they looked like they could rip through rocks and they probably could.

I batted aside its claws and drove my trident forward not thinking much about its disturbing appearance, besides that it was attacking Lord Illidan's troops and it was attacking me.

The trident impacted against the creature's torso and scored a long line across the scales and little else, not even much blood was spilled. It hissed its laughter and drove on forward, I blocked most of its blows but I only had my one weapon and it had two.

I developed a series of marks and cuts across my body as its claws tore at me and I felt my body starting to fail me. I was old and while not exactly frail not exactly as strong as I once was.

"Who are you!" I snarled even as I battled the fellow serpent, "What are you! Why are you doing this!"

It grinned at me and I bared my teeth right back at it, "We are the Sand Naga, we are your betters, we are your FUTURE!"

Illidan Stormrage, POV.

I had been just asking yet again, who it was that lead my ground forces, when the ground erupted from underneath me and a claw reached forth to grab at my ankle.

I blinked down at it in annoyance before sighing, reaching down and ripping the arm and its owner out from the floor.

I found myself looking into a brown draconian face and I blinked in surprise. A Naga? it hissed at me and clawed at my stomach with its free arm and I sent about 50 thousand volts of electricity into its body, shocking it senseless.

I tossed the unconscious creature aside.

And I heard the sound of screams outside. "Vashj deal with that creature, lock it up some place, someplace off the ground, I need to see whats happening out there." I snapped at her and she hastily went about dragging the strange creature away.

I raced through my quarters and out the window, hastily spreading my wings and gliding over to the large courtyard below, between the outer gates and walls that prevented outsiders from forcing their way directly into the keep.

I saw my people below, all around screaming and running about as the ground serpents dug through the rock and sand and tore down the orcs and the demons whose only specialty lay in attacking ground forces with their axes and blades and claws.

The mages faired little better, being protected by magical barriers, but even they couldn't manage to attack and defend themselves, some were dragged down, some were forced to just sit and shield themselves and some were just plain out killed by the claws and teeth of the enemy.

I immediately saw what the great problem was and knew the answer to it.

I sent a mental message out to all the mages, stating. Everyone remain calm, their strength lies in the earth, those who can, shield as many troops as possible and get them to higher safer ground, those who can't work on your water magic. I don't know exactly what these things are, but I can already see that if we take their dry land away from them, they'll be weakened, use as much water magic as possible and soak this earth, I'm going to get the sea witches, someone get the Orcs in charge of the pipes and get them to unleash all the water they can around the citadel, maybe then we'll have a fighting chance against these creatures.

And with that I flapped my wings and glided up back into the citadel where I'd left Vashj, hoping I was right.

Sylvanas Windrunner, POV.

I was on my way to Illidan's quarters, when the world went insane.

Things burst up from the floor and began chasing down everything that wasn't one of them, they looked like Naga but they were brown and looked rough and hard instead of slimy and… well slimy.

One burst up right in front of me and I quickly backed up, it glowered at me with evil looking green eyes that glowed and I smiled sweetly at it, before I promptly shot it, through its leering mouth, with a flintlock pistol I'd 'commandeered' from a blood elf soldier.

Where did I hide the gun, wearing tight leather pants and tight white blouse? You probably don't wanna know.

I saw a nearby dead Demon Hunter trainee and I felt a pang go through me and I murmured a small "Sorry." for the deceased trainee, not quite sure why I felt a sudden loss, like I had when one of my sister banshees or rangers had fallen, but I did. And when I took his warglaives, I felt even worse.

I wielded the weapons were strange and surprisingly light in my hands. I tried for a twirl liked I'd often seen Illidan and his men do and found it came almost naturally to me. I felt their balance in my hands and found it perfect and I didn't need to touch the scarlet Orcish steel to know they were extremely sharp.

I glanced down at them with suspicion, not liking how well these blades felt but, figured they'd have to do for now. At least I trained to journeyman's level in duel wielding and Hellbourne did teach me a few things about these glavies. I thought gratefully and also thought that I might wanna send Hellbourne a fruit basket if we both made it out of here alive.

I continued my way down the corridor, more than ever wishing to find Illidan Stormrage, for I knew that while these creatures did look pretty bad, they weren't what my subconscious or whatever had felt.

I was running down the corridor, when a tall dark figure stepped out of the shadows, I came to a dead halt and actually took at step back, when I came face to face with Valentine Wolfe.

There are scarier things to see in a dimly lit corridor while a citadel is under siege… but not many. There's just something about Valentine that, made my hair stand on edge.

"Why hello there, little Black Revenant, how nice to see you, I see that you have recovered from my little potion last night."

I nodded, keeping a safe distance between myself and the madman, "Yeahh, I sure have, quite the stuff you had there too, LOOK OUT!" I cried out that last part as a dark serpent thing leapt for Valentine.

He whirrled around shoved his hand at the creatures face and a long stream of blue white gas was expelled from his sleeve.

The creature almost immediately started to scream and claw at itself, as it fell to the ground twitching and crying.

I stared in shock, first at the creature, then at Valentine, back at the creature and then back at Valentine. "Fear," he explained, smiling all the while like he hadn't just been attacked by a giant snake.

"Fear so strongly concentrated, it fairly paralyzes most of those who are put under its effects."

"Oh," I said not quite sure what to say, so I said, "nice shot."

"Yes," Valentine looked down at the quivering shape of the brown serpent, "it's a shame I wasn't so sharp and prepared when Kael'Thas came to speak to me about something, poor sap got a face full of the stuff and he was one of the rare few who didn't get paralyzed, he ran screaming and crying, something about scarecrows and his hair was too long and he might trip over it and land in a Naga mating ball or some such thing."

I thought of the Sunstrider not quite sure what to think of him under the affects of the Fear gas or whatever. Certainly he was one of my former people and I had known of him back before everything went to the dead. Good kid, always thinking of others, somewhat bookish, not exactly wise in his choice of bed partners, but a good kid… before anyways, the scourge's strike against Lordaeron had affected everyone in some way or another. The good turned bad the bad turned good, evil became right and good became wrong, the rich turned poor and the poor turned rich, down became sideways and up became something out of this world and everything else you could imagine and some things you just couldn't.

I shrugged, "So what, doesn't affect me does it?" I asked, he shrugged, "It might it might not. Before he left he stole a box full of my fear toxins and my fear spells and he was saying something about putting the unrest to rest and unjust to righteousness or some such babble. In any case if you see him could you please retake my fear chemicals, I put a lot of work into those things oh and my testicles were in one of the jars inside the box he took, so if you could find and return those, before they escape and try to impregnate the local murlocs we took along with us again. I'd be ever so grateful."

He bowed a little and I bowed back and we went our respectful ways and I shuddered.

Some things you really, just didn't need to have placed into your mind's eye.

Remo POV.

I swung my blade towards the Sand Naga's head and it batted aside my trident with one claw and used the other to red the flesh of my chest and I just barely managed to keep from being disemboweled.

It laughed and leapt for me with both claws extended.

I snarled and broke off the two scimitars I'd had specially attached to my trident, much like Lord Illidan's glaives. And I blocked both claws with the blades and did the only thing I could think of.

I leaned forward and sunk my teeth into the ground serpent's neck. It screamed in agony and pushed me back and I grinned at it. It snarled and leapt towards me yet again and I quickly dodged to the side drawing a scimitar along the creature's stomach even as I did so, yet again failing to draw blood, but that didn't matter much now, as the Sand Serpent's movements were slowing very quickly.

For I had poisoned it, my throat having a special gland mutation within it that gave my saliva a special neurotoxin that worked really REALLY fast, it wouldn't be long now before the fight would be over.

I twirled my blades confidently and made my way forward to continue the fight.

The ground serpent looked up at me with clarity in its emerald eyes and I knew that it knew that it was dying poisoned from my bite and it grinned shakily.

"My people will overwhelm you, whelp." it snapped confidently, "We will survive and we will kill you all and when we're done with you, we will take our vengeance on that betrayer, Stormrage."

I shrugged, "Perhaps, but you won't live to see it and who knows maybe we'll triumph and your death will be a blessing in disguise for yourself."

He drew back his lips from his teeth in a bloody grin, "Maybe so, but the same goes for you." and with that he surged forward with speed that caught me off guard and sunk his teeth into my wrist."

I cried out in agony and with strength I hadn't known I had within me, I drove the blade in my free hand right through the ground serpent's back and through his chest.

He fell to the ground, dead and I stared down at my wrist, knowing that just as I had poisoned him, he too had poisoned myself.

"Son of Azshara's bitch!" I snarled.

And with a sigh, I went forth, into the battle with the rest of my people, knowing my fate was sealed.

Sylvanas Windrunner, POV.

I fought against Ground serpent after Ground serpent, the glaives in my hands seeming to merge with my hands much like Tokijin had once, but even more natural, the glaives while they didn't quite possess the power I think Tokijin would have, nor did they quite manage to cut like Tokijin would have, they did manage to flow in my hands in a way that quite differed from the Tokijin, my speed with them was greater than with any other weapon I'd ever known and I felt almost one with the blades, but there was something about them, something that told me that this was just a temporary thing and that as soon as I no longer required them I'd have to drop them, even if I didn't want to.

I fought my way through the Ground Naga, sometimes I ran through them, sometimes past them, sometimes I cut my way through them. But I got through them.

Everything seemed to be going well, until I stopped for a breather and found myself surrounded on all sides by Ground Naga.

I looked up and down the hall, for windows or possible aid but saw nothing, but brown serpents as far as the eye could see.

I swallowed and wondered idly, just how much damage this Synthablood of mine truly would regenerate my body from.

I readied myself and prepared for battle.

The Sand Naga looked at me and laughed…and then they struck.

I fought them off as best I could, I was a whirlwind with these glaives that had belonged to the fallen Demon Hunter Trainee, the silver of their blades cutting through hide and into instestine, lopping off heads, carving eyes out, spilling the enemy's guts on the floor, but it all just eventually became too much, they were dragging me down by the numbers and even with this Synthablood as Valentine referred to it as, I couldn't keep on fighting I had to stop for breath sooner or later and the instant I did that, these sand serpents would rip me to shreds.

Got to keep fighting, got to keep fighting, no matter what! I need to get back to my people, I need to get vengeance for my sisters on that damned Warlock if he's still alive, I need to settle this thing between me and Stormrage once and for all, I need to show him what you get for toying with Queen of the Forsaken I need… I need to tell him, no to show him, how I've grown to care for him.

I didn't question these thoughts, I just went with them, let the strength and determination they flooded me with be my true weapon and I went among the Sand Serpents, bringing death and blood and destruction among them, wreaking chaos among their numbers, being their bloodily little black angel, being the Black Revenant of Death.

But even with this new determination cuts and gouges were opened up in my cold flesh, new wounds wrought upon my body, faster than I could heal the previous ones, I was being slowly whittled away.

And then salvation came. A group of Demon hunters and sea naga, magisters and warriors, they all came charging into the fray to join me in battle, Varedis and his Demon Hunters leading the way. I felt a strong emotion as I saw them coming and a word came to me a word I hadn't used and truly felt it, in quite some time. "Kinsmen."

And then the Sand Naga fell upon me, while I was distracted by my reinforcements and I truly discovered the limits to my Synthablood.

20 minutes, an eyeball, four fingers, half a hand, a near disembowelment and a near beheading later, I stood among the warriors of the Black Temple, not a single scratch on me, but feeling tired and old.

"Where's Stormrage?" I asked a tired and bloody Varedis, "Up above, we saw him heading up towards the roof, he doesn't know it but Akama's the traitor, we were searching for earlier. We just found out, Akama's the one leading these Sand Naga, he's kidnapped Vashj, to hold against the sea Naga we think. We've defeated most of the Sand Naga in the citadel, but a lot escaped, we're fairly certain their up above, where the broken is."

I stared at him, "Then what are we all waiting down here for? We've got to go help him!"

"Its no use, Fallen Ranger, the hallways are still clogged with these serpents, we've killed about hundred of them, but there are still quite a large amount left."

I was about to open my mouth to reply, when Valentine stepped out of the shadows a large box under his arm, "Oh that won't be a problem, Varedis, your always so cynical, I have taken care of quite a few of the remaining serpents with my potions, they really do differ quite a bit form the sea folk don't they? The sea folk are just full of venomous goodies for me to harvest and experiment and play with and quite immune to most of what I have to throw at them, however these ground folk, while a large amount of them do appear to be quite venomous especially to the sea folk, the themselves do not appear to have the same immunities as the sea folk do, to my toxins, which has made it quite easy for me to dispose of quite a large number of them, I'd say I've either driven insane or killed about 90 of them myself."

Remo came up next to me, toting many wounds though they didn't appear to affect him, "We were raised from the depths by Lord Stormrage, we were given vengeance and chances at further vengeance, we were given shelter and understanding we will defend him, if it costs us our lives."

Varedis stared at us all as if we were insane and then sighed resignedly, "If that's how you all feel… then what the fuck, we Blood Elves owe Illidan Stormrage a great debt as well, we shall go to his aid as well alongside the rest of this freak show, even if it's the end of us. We will defend him without surrender and hopefully without defeat."

He grinned a grin that quickly faded as his eyes fell on the warglaives in my hands. "Where did you get those?" he asked quietly. "A trainee in the hall," I said quietly, "he was dead, he fought bravely and valiantly I think." he snorted and laughed, "Yeah, he probably did at that, ironically enough his name was Valiant."

I stared at him, "Seriously? And how do you know?" he shrugged, "I recognize the runes upon those Warglaives, Valiant had them carves special, he was a level 6 Demon Hunter, one of my brightest and most agile students though he never did exactly live up to that name of his, Valiant, least not when he didn't have to."

I could feel Varedis' grief at the young Blood Elf's death and I shared in his sorrow, surprisingly enough and I felt sorrow radiate from the Warglaives and I began to wonder whether they might just possess some form of life of their own?

I shook it off, stretched a little and smiled coldy at the people around me and they shivered just a bit, "Come on people, lets find Stormrage and this traitor Akama and bring the Lord Illidan his head on a plate." they all cheered in agreement at my statement and we made our way to the roof.

Illidan Stormrage, POV.

I had just reached the window to my quarters where I'd left Vashj and the unconscious ground serpent, when I heard a loud cry from the roof, not that far away that was without a doubt, Vashj's. I swore, What the hell is she doing up there!

I wondered even as I leapt from my window up along the side of the citadel and up onto the roof, to see Akama, standing over Vashj' badly beaten body, which appeared to be struggling to remain conscious.

"Akama!" I snarled and he looked over to me a toothy grin on his face, "So you've shown your true colors at last."

"Hello Stormrage, I am sorry it has come to this but your heart holds a darkness within it a darkness I don't see coming to an end any time soon so I have taken it upon myself to end it myself and take back the Black Temple and return it to its former state of Light."

"Akama," I murmured sadly as yet another former ally, saw me as something I was not… or maybe I was and I seeing me as something I wasn't. but either way it didn't change what he had done, "you are responsible for all this madness? You are the one who supplied those Raiders with that Orb and let Maiev loose?"

Akama nodded, "For what it is worth boy I am sorry, truly I am, but you don't possess the heart to return light to these halls, you in all likelihood will end up no better than Magtheridon himself, you've already shown signs of his tyranny."

I glowered at him, "Everyone calls me Betrayer," I growled between clenched teeth, "but somehow it seems to me that everyone else is always betraying me and those who follow me, people whom I'd sworn to protect and help prosper, why is that Akama? Doesn't matter, you will die this day here and now for disrupting this operation. Very painfully if you have killed my Vashj."

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, dozens of ground Naga burst from the floor to surround Akama and they all hissed at me taking up defensive stances around him, "I'd like to see you try that Illidan Stormrage. Even you alone can't take on these creatures. They came here ten thousand years ago, when your well of eternity exploded, transdimensonal gates were opened and more than a hundred of the Highborne were transported to the deserts and canyons in this land and even as they took on their naga shapes they adapted to the environment and became the Sand Naga, or Ground Naga, their flesh is hardened to really quite unbelievable extent I think even your glaives would have trouble piercing their hide, no Illidan I think you will fall this day."

Then the gates behind me that lead down into the citadel, opened up and dozens of Sea Naga, several of my fully trained Demon Hunters and Sylvanas Windrunner came through. "Over our dead bodies Akama." Varedis Snarled, readying his glaives. "Lord Illidan took in the blood elves when no one else would and transformed us into something more, he teaches us every day how to control our powers and our addictions, better and better, we owe him our lives."

"Yes, over their dead bodies, broken, I myself intend to live and to follow Lord Illidan straight to his end then take over the forces that don't wish to join whoever the gruesome righteous son of a bitch who takes over Outland and wage war against him or her. Lord Illidan is good to me he saved my life and he tolerates my experiments he even encourages some and I help those who help me." Valentine, Mad as ever, grinned. Red bolts of pain and suffering flashing around his fingers…

"And I need this son of a bitch to help me get back home, to my people, he's the only one who can help me, he can maybe even help me take vengeance on those who betrayed me years ago when all I wished was to be their protector once more. I may not like him that much, but I trust him and as much as it gulls me to admit it I respect him for what he's done with us outcasts, he's banded us together to become something more than what we were before."

I smirked, "So you see Akama, there are those who see more than my demonic exterior, maybe their wrong, maybe their right their probably wrong, but in any case what they say is true, whether intentionally or not, I have become the hero of the fallen, the champion of the nearly damned, the Lord of the Forsaken! And maybe some day with a certain Ranger General's help I'll be able to call myself King of the forsaken."

I heard a small strangled sorta sound, from Sylvanas' throat as I uttered those words and I nearly felt like choking myself. Did I just propose to that wench Sylvanas! No nonsense, just heat of the moment Kodoshit… hopefully.

I grinned at them all, my eyes or orbs or whatever you wanted to call them met Sylvanas' having fully adapted to her presence by now and being capable is seeing her almost as clearly as I might have before my eyes had been removed but in a gray background and it was just like before, electricity shot between us, stars seemed to explode, colors grew more brilliant my senses grew sharper more intense and I became more deadlier than ever and same unto her, we grinned at each other and turned out terrible smiles upon the enemy and we shouted, "Garnel Yak Gaya!"

And we charged forth.

Sylvanas Windrunner, POV.

I charged forward, alongside Illidan not thinking of the consequences or of the odds of survival, thinking only of the kill, the deceased, the claws, the blood, the savage hearts I would taste and the rusty nails I would drive through eye sockets, the taste of sweat and the sting of salt in my eyes.

The feel of the warglaives in my grasp as me and Illidan fought the Ground Naga, side by side, not giving an inch to the filthy serpents. Slicing off heads and spilling guts everywhere we went. We howled and we laughed as their blood spilled over our blades and our hands as our pores drank it all in. our hearts beat to the sound of their screams or maybe their screams beat to the sound of ours, which ever it was it was glorious as a feeling.

I had never felt this bloodthirsty before in my entire life except for that time back when it was just me and him fighting off the raiders.

Now it was Sea Naga and Demon Hunters and even Valentine against the army of foes. Valentine cackled even more insanely than us and snorted white and brown powders and a few black ones and injected himself with potions even in the heat of battle.

Remo, strong but slow and not the most skillful being alive with those scimitars of his, or even the most graceful, he made up for these inconsistencies with a determination that made us look like barely breathing half alive slackers.

Illidan Stormrage. Fast and vicious, strong and agile, quick and graceful, skilled and bloody, but most of all Passionate and powerful beyond words, in ways that defied logic and description. He dove among them, similar to Valentine and he whirled and spun among them, did the whirlwind trick of a blade master for about 15 seconds and kicked out with his powerful hooves, he bathed his body in their blood and what he couldn't take on physically he took on with his power and he blew the Naga to pieces, setting some alight with his passion and batted others away with his wings, he was like a god among mere mortals and I was devoted to him.

Valentine was a work of art as sprayed people in the face with his toxins and gave all their fears life of their own, things they were so terrified of so utterly devastatingly demoralized by that they themselves hadn't even known they were they'd had it blocked out, till he came to them and he was actually a half talented swordsman with a great deal of skill and speed and grace, he was like a wraith among them, cutting them down and carving their eyes out, cackling like the madman he was his crimson smile like a wide wound in his face his black ringlets and curls flying every which way, his skin dyed whiter than snow, he was terrible and dark like a demented Night Angel, or demon from hell or even like an incarnation of Death himself with little bit of Kaos thrown into the mix.

Varedis was a reaping whirlwind of distilled anger, violence and danger, he was skillful and he was clean in his strikes but he was also cautious, not throwing himself into it like Valentine or myself and Illidan, preferring caution over valor and all in all, though he certainly was dangerous he also looked to be the weakest in all of us monsters and psychopaths, oh sure he could hold his own well enough, if anyone would go down first or maybe second, it'd be him, it'd likely be me to go down first were it not for my Synthablood taking care of me but as things were and not how they might've been, Varedis was the weakest of our little group, even Remo armed with his scimitars looked to be the tougher of this group, even if he was starting to move awfully slow compared to how I had seen him and other Naga move before.

I whirled and sliced with the warglaives, kicking out and dodging strikes and taking on others that would kill ordinary elves and undead, but I wasn't ordinary. I pitted my agility and my reflexes against the ground serpents and though they were abominably strong and vicious, I was still more vicious and determined yet. I used their strength and momentum against them, making them claw out against their own and a few to go off the roof. I kicked and I dodged and I whirled and I spat, I wasn't the strongest like Illidan, I wasn't the fastest like Varedis, or even the most skilled like Remo and Valentine but I was the most vicious.

I couldn't match them, not Remo in his courage and determination, not Valentine with his look to be a work of art come to life with his skill, grace and his chemicals and his mad demented look, not Varedis in his speed and perfect control and certainly not Illidan with that passion that made him burn so very VERY brightly in my eyes and though it might seem that we were equal in that respect to some truly we were not I was but a candle held up to the sun in comparison to his ever so bright light and nothing would ever change that, but I could match them I could match them all in willpower and my vicious nature.

"Let NONE survive!" I shouted feeling alive and deadly beyond belief. I went among them as a Black Revenant of Death, a fallen angel with my alluring curves and my straight platinum hair and my coldly perfect skin, I was the servant a slave to Death and War with their brands on my tongue and my soul and I was their instrument I brought their terrible will to this fight and I was unbeatable for I was the Black Revenant and it was time for these foul beasts to know true fear a feat me and Illidan, Varedis and Valentine and even Remo were perfect for. We were the ultimate champions everything that was dark but light, wrong but right, horrible and hideous but oh so beautiful, corrupted and broken and insane but oh so pure beyond any other force in this universe.

We were- and then I felt a heavy blow at the back of my head and a terrible fire in my back and I fell.

And darkness overcame my vision.

When my sight returned I found myself looking up into a darkly grinning face that I'd hoped both to never see again and to see again if it killed me just so I could spit in his eye one last time for the murders of my sisters.

I took in a deep breath to scream for help. Not exactly the most courageous thing to do but certainly the smartest considering the situation. Seeing this he placed one hand over my mouth. "Ah ah Ahhh… I can't have you doing that Sylvanas dear," he smiled, "Look, you don't have to worry about a thing okay, I'm not here to kill you, no that'd take time, time I don't have, I'd need to perform a ritual get virgins blood all sorts of hard to get items and all that yadda yadda kodoshit and ultimately I still couldn't actually be sure I'd kill you, no that's just for a few of my latest creations, no I just need to get a few things straightened out in that mind of yours and everything will be as right as rain."

He reached for my head and I instantly knew what he had intended when I looked into those cold expressionless eyes of his. I remembered the warning, Deirdre my subconscious had, had, the thing about the barrier and some dark force coming and I tried to wiggle back away from his grasp but it was no use.

"Now now, don't fight it, it'll just take but a moment, no pain at all I promise. When all this madness is over, I'll take you out for a dance, a dance that'll blow your mind and singe your feet as we dance over the those hot coals, by that milky pale moonlight, before the master arrives that is, or maybe after, depending on how much of the world is left after he's had his terrible way with it and the other rapes the soul of virtue. Till then tata, say goodbye to the world you knew, say hello to that devil wannabe Stormrage for me will you." and then his hand closed over my forehead and yet again darkness became my world.

I went to god just to seeee... and i was looking at me.. my pain's not ashamed to repeat itself! PAIN'S NOT ASHAMED TO REPEAT ITSELF PAIN'S NOT ASHAMED TO REPEAT ITSELF! I CAN'T SLEEP UNTIL I DEVOUR YOU I CAN'T SLEEP UNTIL I DEVOUR YOU I CAN'T SLEEP UNTIL I DEVOUR YOUUUU! we'll ride this dark carousel, 4 rusted horses strangled by their own ropes, what children love is singing we'll know that thier tied hearts sit broke... know that their tied hearts sit broke..