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...

Just a nice light-ish chapter to balance out the recent heavy ones :)

Warning: small use of language and a bit of yelling

Rili awakes with a start. Gasping, she bolted upwards, until she groans and grabs her side. Looking around the room, she smiles and slowly lays back down. She is in his room on his bed and she feels the most at ease here. She reaches her hand out and runs her palm along the empty side of the bed. She wishes that she was in his bed for other reasons, than being injured. Groaning, she pulls herself upwards and looks around the room.

It's bare; no decorations on the walls. Just a bed, with the head pressed up against one wall, a closet on the opposite wall, and a small dresser by the side of the bed. Clutching the robe draped over her, she stands and wraps herself in it. Wrapping and tying the sash about herself, she bends gently and opens the dresser. Nothing of interest is in there; some of his robes, his undergarments, and a few bandages in the bottom drawer. Standing, she bites her bottom lip and makes her way towards the door, which is left slightly ajar.

Opening the door, she calls out gently, "Master?" She smiles when she sees him and gasps when his arms wrap around her, supporting her. Wrapping her arms about him, she rests her head on his chest, listening to the thumping of his heart.

Smiling, Vician leans his head down and kisses the top of her head. "Hey," he breathes, his voice muffled by her hair. "What are you doing out of bed?"

"I woke up," she says, snuggling closer to him. "You weren't there, so I came to find you." She moves her head, as Vician lifts his, so she may stare into his eyes, "what about him? Is he . . .?"

"Tibarn's dead. I made sure of it," Vician answers pulling her close to him. "I told you, I'll kill anyone who hurts you."

Rili smiles and touches the side of Vician's face gently, tracing the line of his jaw lightly with her fingertips. "Well," she whispers, "you best add yourself to that list, Master; because you've been hurting my heart for a long time."

"Oh?" Vician asks, leaning into her touch.

Rili nods her head, "Mmhm. I've had this feeling about you, Master." She sniffs as tears for in the corners of her eyes. Vician cups her face in his hands, wiping the falling tears from her cheeks. "What I said in the Royal Chamber was true. I love you, Master. I thought about it for a long time and I was so afraid of saying anything. A demon—let alone a succubus—is not allowed to love."

She brings up her other hand to wrap around the backside of his neck, "But I do. I love you, and it's crazy, wonderful, and magical all at the same time. I never knew what you thought about me; if you even felt the same way." She bites her bottom lip and pulls his head down, so their noses brush up against each other. "Please tell me you feel the same way, like I think you do."

"I do," Vician whispers. "I think it's been a long time coming for me too; I was so focused on other things to realize." He rests his forehead against hers' and closes his eyes, breathing in her scent. "But," he says and pulls away with great effort, "we can't act on our love; we can't even kiss. Even a kiss will allow you to feed on my soul."

Rili nods her head and sniffles, "I know. I wish it wasn't this way, but I know." Sighing she slides her hands down from his neck, to encircle his waist. "If there was a way to change that," she trails off, looking expectantly into his eyes.

Vician nods his head, resting his hands on the small of her back. "You and I would have never left that room," he says, motioning to the bedroom. Rili smiles and chuckles, resting her head on his chest again. Together, the two of them stay like this, until a polite cough from behind Vician causes the pair to look around.

"Are you two love birds about done?" Zachery asks as he leans against the frame of the open doorway leading into the library.

"Who are you?" Rili asks, as she pries herself from Vician's arms, to stand beside him.

Zachery inclines his head towards the succubus, "I am Zachery Lancaster. My friend, Rose Oxworth and I are here to help your Master with the incubus in the Dark Lady. After we help him, he will return to Stormwind with us and stand trial for his crimes."

"No," Rili says, stepping in between her Master and Zachery. "You are not taking my Master anywhere, lease of all without me."

Vician raises his eye brows in surprise that Rili would stand up for him. Zachery, on the other hand, chuckles. "Don't worry; you'll be coming with your Master to Stormwind."

Rili whirls around to face Vician, "What? Why are you going to Stormwind?"

Vician sighs and looks into Rili's eyes, "Because I will stand trial for my crimes against the Alliance. It was the only way to get those Alliance to help Sylvanas."

"Well, screw Sylvanas then," Rili spits, anger in her eyes. "I will not let you go to Stormwind and rot in a cage, while the Alliance dogs plan on killing you." Stepping closer, she whispers harshly, "if we go to Stormwind, we will both die. You will die for your supposed crimes and I will die protecting you. I am not going to lose you again, Master."

"Rili," Vician whispers back, "please try to understand, I am doing this for Sylvanas. If that means I must die for her, then I will die for her."

"And what about me, Master," Rili sneers, stepping back. "Would you die for me?" She doesn't give him time to answer, she storms off pushing past Zachery and out of Vician's house, slamming the door behind her.