I own Vician Trannyth, Itris Highbinder, Kaxet Botfuel, Ororan Lonesnarl, Elkemin Winddreamer, Uraz'Do, Tibarn Bonefever, Rili the succubus, Death Knight Borgan Van Talen, Shadow Priestess Victoria Painbinder, Lightslayer Hiro Tombweeper, the concept of the Society of Uncorrupted Warlocks, and Zachery Lancaster, all else to Blizz

A/N...

Welcome to Act 3! So many things are happening this act! I can't wait :)

Enough my of jibber jabber, on with the story!

Warning: yelling, dark magical energy, and Rili

Vician groans, burying his head in his hands, as he sits amongst the Horde Heroes. Itris takes a stick and pokes at the camp fire, urging the flames to grow; not out of hand, but to grow slightly, and move around the pieces of wood.

"You are a bunch of morons," Vician says, his voice muffed by his hands. "Not only have you revived me back to my living state; which thanks, by the way. As if being a Human wasn't hard enough before," he lifts his head from his hands and flashes them a sarcastic grimace, full of sass and attitude. "But you also managed to revive me, regardless of my feelings or desires on the matter. I was to stay dead!" He screeches at the group.

"But," Itris begins, "Sylvanas ordered us to. We were to find an Eternal and use said Eternal to bring you back to life."

"With the promise of a wonderful reward," Kaxet pipes up and buts into the conversation.

Vician stands up with a start. Clenching his firsts so tightly that his knuckles crack so loud, it causes Elkemin to flinch. "Then is seems," he mutters quietly, with a tone full of malice, "that I must have a conversation with Sylvanas." He turns on his heel and storms away from the camp, leaving Rili to run after him.

"Well, dat coulda gone betta, mon," Uraz'Do says, looking off in the direction that Vician stormed off to.

"I don't care how he sees it," Kaxet mutters, his hand reaching into his coat pocket to pull out his cigar. He leans forward and uses the fire of the camp light the cigar, puffing on the end of it. "I'm just here for the reward from the Dark Lady."

"However you feel about it, Kaxet," Itris says, diplomatically, "Vician is the most powerful warlock in the world. He could skin us alive with a flick of his wrist."

And to accent her point, they group hears him bellow 'Enough!' from the woods, shortly followed by a crack and the felling of a tree.

Elkemin wrings her hands together, visibly upset that Vician felled a tree in anger. "M-maybe we should go check on him and Rili?" she stammers, looking off in the direction they stormed off to.

Tibarn shakes his head, "No. It's best to leave them to it. Besides, I don't want to be in the middle of that sort of fight."

Vician storms away from the camp, Rili hot on his heels, as they round a corner and turn with the trees. Huffing, Vician leans on a deadened tree for support. The crunching of dead leaves underfoot announces Vician to Rili's presence. "I was to stay dead," he growls at the succubus, spinning quickly to face her. "How dare Sylvanas bring me back, I had a mission. I had to stay dead to ensure the Burning Legion was corralled." His fists clench as he speaks, raw, magical energy swirling around them.

"It's not like you told anyone, Master," Rili says, her voice coming stronger than anticipated, "You died at Brill without telling anyone of your plans. You never informed Sylvanas or Kalira of your Blood Contract plan or of the Society. And, I'm sorry to say, but you are foolish to think that Sylvanas would not go to the ends of Azeroth to get you back. She is in love with you and you didn't even think of that? You thought she would just accept whatever fate you gave to yourself, regardless of her feelings for you? Regardless of anyone's feelings for you?!"

"Enough!" Vician bellows and flings his hand out, shooting out his stress and anger through his magic, sending out a shadow bolt into a tree and felling it in one strike.

"Why didn't you tell anyone, Master?" Rili continues on, despite the dark magical energy swirling around Vician. "You make all of these plans and failed to tell anyone about them. And don't you dare claim me as someone you told. I was part of the Blood Contact plan; I helped you get the demonic associates. Why didn't you tell anyone else, but me, Master? What could you have gained from not telling the people who love you!?" As she speaks, Rili's voice gets higher and shriller, until she is screeching her words at Vician, unflinching before the dark swirl of magical energy.

Vician steps close to her and grips her shoulders tightly. Ignoring the look of pain that crosses her face, he yells at her, "Because I was losing my mind!"

Rili gasps and brings a hand up to her lips, touching her bottom lip gently, "What?" she mutters softly.

Vician lets go of Rili and steps back, leaning against a tree for support. "I was losing my mind. It's the problem with most of the Elder Forsaken, at least with the former humans," he mutters, the dark magical energy dissipating. "Due to our advanced age, we are decaying in both mind and body. Even undeath does not halt the advance of entropy.

"I was dying, even though I took care of my mind and body. The damage from dying before and the gradual decay left me with an irreversible position. I would have become a shambling and mindless zombie in a few years time. Most of the Forsaken would have decayed to that point before me, save the strongest of the warriors," Vician mutters, sliding down the tree, until he sits on the ground.

Rili crosses the distance between them, sitting down next to her Master, drawing her knees up to her chin. "What about Sylvanas?" she asks, hesitantly.

Vician shakes his head and rests his forehead in his hands, "I'm not too certain. Elves have such longer lives than human do. She and the Dark Rangers may have lasted longer than the majority of the Forsaken. How long? I don't know. I've never seen a mindless zombie elf before.

"I didn't want to cause people to worry. I thought the Forsaken would have been monitoring their decay as I was to mine. It seems my judgment of my peers were wrong," Vician says softly, the anger from before draining from him completely.

Reaching over, he gently places a calloused hand on Rili's knee, turning to face her slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hid this from you and from everyone else. I'm often called the most powerful warlock in the world; I just thought that power should amount to something."

"Master," Rili says quietly, placing her own hand over his. Not knowing what to say, she shifts her body closer and leans her head against his shoulder. Looking down at their hands, she laces her fingers between his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Looking down at their hands, Vician knows he should pull away; that he should not allow Rili to become this familiar, due to what she might do. She is a succubus after all. But, against that better judgment, he rubs her pinky between his own index and thumb, enjoying the feeling of calmness washing over him.