"This is Lordaeron?" the undead looked around, "you've got to be kidding me."
Aelana shook her head, "this truly is Lordaeron, I am pretty sure you heard what happened here."
"Of course I have, that joke of a prince led his own kingdom to ruin before destroying ours, it's just that it is much worse than I imagined."
As soon as she had said that her presence was noticed by the desecrated spirits roaming these lands, they were massive in numbers and all centered to her, their countless voices begged the undead for release. Angel fell to her knees, completely overwhelmed, the world around her became completely blurred as she saw the memories of the citizens of Lordaeron, how their king was slain by his own son, how the plague wiped out their population, and how they were raised as undead minions. The anguish suffered by all these souls was now gripping at her sanity. She looked for her priestess but she was nowhere to be found in the darkness that completely enveloped her. She screamed her name but was forced to continue watching the lives her old master had destroyed.
"Leave me alone!" she screamed, "I am not with him, stop it!" she begged desperately.
Among the darkness surrounding her she could make out a faint light in the distance, she tried to fly there but her wings did not do as she wanted. She looked over her shoulder to see they were gone.
"What's going on, where am I?" she asked but didn't get an answer.
She ran to the light, seeing no way out. Shadowy tendrils reached out to her from the ground, she kept running as fast as she could. She was suddenly halted when one of the tendrils grabbed her around the waist, it forced her to face the direction she was running from, there, to her shock, she saw the head of the tyrant that had imprisoned her soul in this body. It displayed an evil grin. Angel tried closing her eyes but was unable to.
"You are mine, now and forever!" the Lich King's voice echoed.
"No!" Angel screamed, "I am free now, get away!"
She broke herself free from the tendril and ran to the light again, as far away from that monster as possible. The light came closer but so did the Lich King's face.
"You can never escape me." It echoed once more.
Angel turned her head to see the Lich King's complete body with frostmourne chasing her now, the tendrils still trying to pin her down. As he came closer, she panicked more and more as the small light didn't seem to get any closer. Her hopes were utterly crushed when she ran into an invisible wall. Her halting allowed the tendrils to wrap themselves around her feet and immobilise her. The Lich King laughed maniacally as he approached her.
"No escape," he said as he drew back frostmourne.
Angel looked at the light and prayed for salvation, she got none. Frostmourne pierced her torso and she felt the pain all over again, she screamed loudly as her killer laughed at her struggling. She hoped for death, but it did not come, she was forced to relive the excruciating pain that ended her life, but this time, it would not end.
The light behind her suddenly expanded and in a flash everything went white, her tyrant disappeared, and the spirits were silenced. She thanked the light for having mercy on her soul and allowing her to finally rest in peace.
