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, Zachery Lancaster, Taniel the incubus, and Rose Oxworth, all else to Blizz

A/N...

Nothing much to say. Just read and review :)

Oh, try and listen to Killer in me by D'amato in the second part :)

Warning: Death, crying, fire, use of language, and a really angry Vician.

Rili gasps as she lies on Vicians' desk, after Tibarn dumped her there. She tried to fight him off, but the Holy Water burned her and sapped away her energy. It was the second most painful thing she had faced; the first having yelled at her Master. She sniffles, feeling the tears run down her bruised face. "Master," she moans painfully, "I'm sorry, Master." Her shoulders shake and her body trembles as she cries, the salty tears burning the cuts on her cheeks.

Hearing the door open, Rili tenses, thinking it Tibarn coming back to hurt her some more. However, upon seeing Vician standing there with wide eyes, she smiles and stretches out an arm to him, "Master. . ."

Seeing Rili beaten and bruised on his desk awoke something in Vician, causing him to sprint forward towards his succubus. He trips and stumbles on the way there, but he soon lands abreast of the Demon, his hands cupping her face gently. "Oh, Rili," he breathes.

Rili sniffles and gently touches his hand. "Master," she blinks, tears beginning anew as Tibarn's deeds flash through her mind. "I-I tried to fight him off . . . I- I tired, Master," she cries as her body shakes.

"Who?" Vician asks as he gently wipes away her tears, his mind whirling at the possibilities, but eventually coming to one person.

Rili sniffles and gasps, crying from the turmoil and the pain, "T-Tibarn." Vician pulls her up and holds her body close as she grips his robe and cries into his chest. "He . . . he poured it on me," she says, her voice muffled, "I fought him . . . but . . . but . . ."

"Shh," Vician whispers, kissing the top of her head gently and rocking her back and forth, as her cries fill the room. It even effects the Alliance, who are standing just inside the doorway and it causes Zachery to look down and for Rose to wipe her eyes. They were surprised that someone as ruthless as Vician could show so much compassion towards his succubus, causing them to believe that the relationship is more than the simple Master/Demon relations.

Gently pulling her back, Vician cups Rili's face in her hands, "I'm gonna get you cleaned up and patched up. And then, I'm going to kill Tibarn; because I will kill anyone who harms you." He leans forward and gently kisses her forehead, pouring his heart out into the kiss.

Rili brings up her hand and rests it on his cheek, "I-I'm sorry, Master," she whispers, tears forming in her eyes.

Breaking the kiss, he rests his forehead against hers, "Shh, Rili. You have nothing to apologize for. I'm the one who should be sorry; I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm sorry."

Rili smiles and nods, rubbing her thumb along her cheek. "You can make it up to me later, Master," she jokes, despite her sniffling.

Vician chuckles, a knot in his chest slowly being released; one he did not know was there. "Okay," he says, pulling back, and putting his arms under her. Lifting her up, he leans her against his chest, as he turns to face the Alliance. "Let's go get patched up, okay?" Rili smiles and nods her head.

Vician goes to move towards his small bedroom, when he stops to speak to Rose and Zachery, his voice cracking as he speaks, "You can find information about Taniel in some of the books in the bookcase next to my desk."

Zachery nods as he and Rose walk silently over there, while Vician goes into his small bedroom. Once there, he gently lays Rili on the bed, while he rummages around in the dresser near his bed. "Need any help?" Rose says, standing by the door.

Vician jumps slightly, turning to face the worgen. He opens his mouth and then closes it, casting his eyes down towards Rili. "Please," he whispers, looking back up towards Rose.

Stepping into the room, Rose points to Vician, "Know that I am not doing this for you," she whispers. "You never showed compassion to my brothers and sisters in arms, but the Light says we are to show compassion to others, even if they have not shown it to you. I am doing this for her," she says, motioning down to Rili.

Vician nods and answers, "I don't care of your opinion of me, but as long as she is taken care of, I'll be happy." Rose nods her head and the two get to work. They gently strip Rili of her outfit, tossing it onto the floor by the foot of the bed. Taking some water out from the kitchen, the pair gently clean Rili's wounds and bind them with bandages made from Vician's robe. Fetching a new robe from the closet, Vician gently lays it over Rili, once they were done. Leaning down, he gently kisses her forehead, as she snores softly and the pair creeps out of the room.

Breathing out through his nose, Vician forces himself to calm down, while he angrily wipes his eyes. He pushes past Rose and heads towards the door when Zachery's voice stops him, "Where are you going?"

"To kill Tibarn," Vician answers in a snarling voice.

Zachery nods his head. "You know," he says, drawling his words out, "I never knew you had compassion in that cold, dead heart of yours. The stories all paint you as some ruthless monster, on par with even Arthas."

Vician spins around and stalks up to the desk, "I am nothing like Arthas."

Zachery shrugs, "If you say so. But, I have to ask; what was that?" He thumbs back towards his bedroom where Rili slept. "You care more for her, than a Master should care for a Demon." He stands and looks Vician in the eye, "You know what I think?"

Vician looks pointedly at the Paladin, "What?"

"I think you love her," Zachery says simply, with a smug look on his face. Vician opens his mouth to respond but finds himself closing it, unable to answer. Zachery chuckles, "your silence is admission." He waves his hand when Vician opens his mouth again, "Don't worry, we'll watch over her; I have a feeling that she will be joining us on our trip to Stormwind, anyway. Go and kill this Tibarn character and after that, we'll help you with Sylvanas."

Vician blinks, looking from Zachery to Rose and back again, his emerald eyes staring into Zachery's soft, friendly, hazel ones, "you're too nice to be Alliance."

Zachery chuckles as he sits, "you're too compassionate to be Horde."

Vician nods his head and heads towards the door, eager to find and kill Tibarn.

He found Tibarn in Sylvanas's Royal Chamber. Dark magical energy swirls around as he spots Tibarn before him, talking to Kaxet and Uraz'Do. Ignoring Itris and Kalira, Vician flings out his hand, launching a weak shadow bolt, which flings Tibarn away from Kaxet and Uraz'Do, sending him into the wall on the far side. Keeping his eyes on Tibarn, Vician stomps pass, pointing to Kaxet, "No. He's mine."

Vician casts his arms out again, slamming Tibarn into the wall with another shadow bolt. "You son of a bitch!" he roars, hitting Tibarn with another shadow bolt.

"You're too weak with your Demons, Trannyth," Tibarn roars back, flinging his own shadow bolt at Vician. He tries to side step the bolt, but it catches in him in the arm. Howling in pain, Vician grips his arm. "That bitch has been a thorn in my side for far too long. She is uppity, disrespectful, and a fucking nuisance. I did you a favour!"

"You nearly killed her." Vician fires another bolt, as Tibarn fires his own. The two bolts collide and explode, sending both Tibarn and Vician backwards. "You and your obsession with the Holy Water nearly killed my succubus!"

Tibarn chuckles, "listen to yourself! 'Your succubus?' You have fallen for a Demon. You are weak, Trannyth. I am your brother in arms! And you will choose that whore over your own people!?" Tibarn scoffs, shaking his head, "you are not Forsaken; you are nothing more than Demon lover. I'm glad that your little whore almost died, and I promise you, she won't live through our next meeting."

Vician narrows his eyes and sees red. He flings his arms forward, lighting Tibarn with green flame. Tibarn screams and pats down his arms, trying to put the flames out. Vician casts again, igniting more green flames on Tibarn. He casts more and more, until Tibarn is standing in a whirling inferno of green magical flames, his screams echoing throughout the Undercity, burning into the memory of all present; for they saw the ruthless side that Vician reserves for the Alliance.

Looking over at the charred body of Tibarn, Vician snarls and spits in his direction. "May the Shadow spit on you, Tibarn Bonefever." He turns on his heel and storms out of the Royal Chamber, heading back towards his succubus; his Rili.