I own Vician Trannyth, Tibarn Bonefever, and Rili the Succubus, all else to Blizz

A/N...

First of all, yay for new OC's

Dalah'surfal is Thalassian for 'My Love'

I don't want to spoil too much in these little blurbs, so read on :)

Listen to Zedd-Find You ft. Matthew Koma & Miriam Bryant

Warning: Crying, slight fighting, demons, and Rili

Vician cups Sylvanas's cheek, deepening their fierce kissing. With no need to breathe, the pair are able to stay together, lips and tongues battling for dominance. Sylvanas slides her hands down Vician's body, gaining a groan from the warlock. Pulling back, Sylvanas sniffs against him, "I thought I lost you."

Vician cups her cheeks again, kissing her lips softly, whispering, "Sylvanas, Dalah'surfal." Resting his forehead against hers, he sighs and breathes in her scent. "Seek the Naaru," he whispers, pulling back from her.

Vician moves back from her, her feet locked in place, "Trannyth," she mutters, her voice suddenly hoarse. She shakes her head, reaching out to him.

Vician looks over his shoulder at the thundering noise behind Sylvanas's door, black inky fog seeping under the door. "I must go, Sylvanas. Seek the Naaru. Summon Rili, she will tell you of how to find me." Reaching out to her, he smiles sadly, "Find me, Sylvanas."

The inky black fog bursts through the swallowing Vician. Turning to Sylvanas, a skull is formed in the fog. Sylvanas opens her mouth to scream, yet no sound comes out. The skull smirks and descends on the banshee queen, consuming her completely.

Sylvanas bolts up in bed, screaming out Vician's name. Kalira and the Royal Guard burst down the door, running for the Dark Lady. Sylvanas scratches at Kalira when she approaches, kicking and punching the ranger.

Kalira grips Sylvanas's hard, "Sylvanas, calm down. It's me."

All at once the punching stops, and Sylvanas collapses into Kalira's arms, sobbing. Kalira strokes her hair, calming her Queen. "I saw him," she mutters into Kalira's chest. "Trannyth. He said to seek the Naaru and summon Rili."

Kalira nods and strokes Sylvanas's back, slowly calming her down. She keeps having these reoccurring dreams about the Naaru and Rili, there must be something to it. "We will get a warlock to try and summon this, Rili. Just calm down, Sylvanas," she whispers to the banshee queen.

Ever since the day of the funeral, when Kalira and Sylvanas cried together in Vician's home, they have grown closer than they were before. Kalira quickly became Sylvanas's most trusted dark ranger and was confident to show parts of her she never did to others—Vician being the only other exception.

So, Kalira summons a warlock of some renown, named Tibarn Bonefever, who informs her that Rili is a succubus. He summons her, for a small fee, and they are brought to Sylvanas.

Rili smirks and rolls her shoulders, licking her lips in anticipation. She bows to Sylvanas when they meet, "Greetings, Dark Lady. My Master has spoken of you." She shakes her head at Tibarn, "Not him. My Master is currently in the Twisting Nether."

Sylvanas's eye brows rise, "Trannyth is in the Twisting Nether?"

Rili nods her head, "Yes. Master is currently dealing with the Burning Legion."

"The Burning Legion," Sylvanas bites her bottom lip, before looking up at Rili, "Tell me everything you know, Demon."

Rili smiles and nods her head, "My Master, when he was alive, summoned demons and signed blood contracts with them."

Tibarn snorts, shaking his head, "Blood contracts? He was most certainly a fool." With a glare from Sylvanas, he shrinks away.

Rili grins at Tibarn's misfortune. "He is clearly smarter than you," she hisses at Tibarn, "My Master earned the respect of his demons. You . . . Well, every demon has heard of your . . . deeds." She glares at Tibarn, before turning her attention back to Sylvanas, "Anyway, when my Master died, the time had come for him to fulfill his end of the bargain. Since my Master is quite powerful, each demon seeks to own his soul completely.

"However, due to my Master signing multiple blood contracts, the demons in question will fight each other to gain control of the soul. My Master has done this on a grand scale, with the signing of several thousand blood contracts. He said it was a defense from the demons. While his soul must remain in limbo, he will be safe after death, because each demon who signed the blood contract will battle other demons, until one is left, who will take his soul.

"He did say there were some flaws that could arise, like if the demons unite together. However, his soul is quite powerful and uncorrupted, a combination every demon wants. Since his entry into the Twisting Nether, battle has raged between thousands of demons; he has effectively created a civil war in the Burning Legion and thus weakening the Legion on a whole."

Sylvanas blinks, running her hands through her hair, "Wow," she says simply.

Rili smiles and nods, "Yes, my Master is quite skilled."

"So," Kalira begins, "is that why the Val'kyr cannot revive him? He is stuck in limbo?"

Rili nods, "Basically, yes. Master says that a soul must go from the land of the living to the land of the dead. Once in the land of the dead, the Val'kyr can summon them back into the land of the living. He is currently stuck in between the two."

"So, according to the Val'kyr, they cannot reach his soul in limbo, therefore they cannot summon him back to the land of the living," Sylvanas says, putting together in her head.

Rili smiles," Yes. Master said you'll get it correctly, Dark Lady."

Sylvanas blinks and offers a small smile to the demon. "How can I get my warlock back?"

At this Tibarn speaks up, "Only a miracle from an Eternal can overrule a blood contract, nothing short of that will work."

Sylvanas nods, "Let's go find an Eternal."

"Send a message to the Warchief," Sylvanas begins, nodding to Kalira in her private chambers, "Call the champions of the Horde. I seek a skilled few who will find an Eternal and bring Trannyth back to the land of the living." Kalira nods, jotting her words down in a missive.

"They will be on my service, and I will reward them richly when they return with Trannyth. Go; send my message to the Warchief." Kalira stands and nods, quickly moving out of the room.

Sylvanas flops down onto her bed, sighing and closing her eyes. As she sleeps, her dreams turn to Vician, who stands, smiling at the foot of her bed. Sliding out of her bed, she steps close to him, "Are you even real?"

Vician smiles and takes her hand, kissing her knuckles, like he had done months ago. "Yes. I'm using my power to visit you in your dreams. It's the only way I could be with you, while the war rages over here," he thumbs to the door behind him, bucking with dark power.

Sylvanas interlocks her fingers with his, "Why did you do all of this?" she asks.

Vician sighs, looking down at their intertwined hands, "I never expected to die in Brill." Looking back towards the doors, Vician kisses Sylvanas lightly, and steps back from her, letting go of her hands, "Find me, Sylvanas."

Sylvanas nods and calls out, "I will find you, Trannyth, I swear it."