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, Rose Oxworth, Faith Nightreaper, Lord Ove, and Val'kyr Eira, all else to Blizz

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Moar OC's! Yay! *waves hands*

Warning: forced sexual implications, past Vician, and dark futures

Northrend. Of all the places on Azeroth, Kalira never thought she would return here. It seemed like a lifetime ago, when the Forsaken descended upon this frozen wasteland to bring the murderous prince to justice. That man-child—as Sylvanas called him—used people as playthings. Every member of the Forsaken was murdered in brutal and horrendous ways, only to be brought back to life and serve that coward. After years of humiliation, the Forsaken finally got their revenge against Arthas. The day he died, Kalira felt a massive weight lift off of her and she was truly able to smile again.

Now, the Forsaken were without purpose. What does one do when their ultimate goal had been completed? Many contemplated suicide and Kalira would be lying if she said the thought hadn't crossed her mind. An end to the torment, the pain, and the suffering sounded quite ideal. If there is nothing left to live for, what is the point of living?

But, Kalira found a purpose for living: Vician. She fell for him early on and she remembers it in piercing clarity. It was a few days before the Dark Portal opened and the Burning Legion began to porn into Azeroth. Vician was walking through the Undercity with his students, talking about the nature of demons and their influence. She was patrolling the halls, when she walked into him, literally. She teetered and began to fall, when she felt Vicians' strong arms wrap about her.

"Are you alright, Dark Ranger?" he asked her, pulling her upwards and closer to him, while his students watched. His golden eyes found her red ones and a blush rose on her cheeks. She placed a trembling hand on his chest, slightly feeling his rippling muscles underneath.

"I-I'm fine, Grand Warlock," she stammered. Vician had noticed her stammering and quickly let her go, allowing her to leave his arms, thinking that his closer contact had gotten her bothered.

"Be careful where you step in the future, Dark Ranger," he had said with a smirk on his lips.

While her eyes traveled up and down his body, she nodded mutely, slightly embarrassed. "O-of course, Grand Warlock," she finally managed to say. They parted ways after that with Vician heading towards the Trade Quarter and Kalira heading towards the Royal Chamber. She stopped and glanced back at Vician, her eyes twinkling and her heart thumping wildly. She bit her bottom lip as a slow smile grew on her face. Love at first sight, as it were.

After that first meeting, Vician seemingly appeared wherever she went. They went through the Dark Portal together, she learned that he was the leader of a faction in the Cult of the Forgotten Shadow when she joined, and they traveled Dutor together—where she saw him shirtless. All these little moments made Kalira fall in love with the Grand Warlock. She so desperately wanted him back; her first love.

But what did that mean of Sylvanas? Was it just lust and attraction? Was it love? Perhaps she confused the two, lust for Vician and love for Sylvanas. And Borgan only complicated the matter. What were these feelings she felt? Love? Lust? Loneliness? Letting out a roar of frustration, which startles several of the Forsaken sanding by, Kalira runs her hands through her hair and stomps off out of Vengeance landing and towards Kamagua.

Unbeknownst to Kalira, dark forces have already begun to track her movements. From high atop Utgarde Keep a figure watches the Dark Rangers progress through a magical portal. With arms crossed, the figure pulls gently at its bottom lip, watching the ranger with curiosity. Its revere is interrupted with the fluttering of wings behind it. "I take it that she has come here alone?" the figure asks, its voice deep, rumbling and reverberating off of the cold, stone walls.

"Yes, Lord Ove," the winged creature said, her voice both angelic and haunting. "I have tracked her since she made landing."

Lord Ove smirks and inclines his head, "You have done well, Eira. Though, I wonder what she is doing here."

"Perhaps she is looking for a way to cross to the other continent?" Eira suggests. "My contacts in the Undercity have informed me that the Zeppelin is still out of commission."

Lord Ove ponders this, his fingers scratching at his bristly black beard. "Hmm, perhaps."

"Do you wish for me to collect her, my Lord?" Eira asks tentatively.

Lord Ove shakes his head, "No, my lovely Val'kyr. That would damage The Masters plan. No. We wait and allow this Dark Ranger to cross." He turns his head to the side slightly, smirking at the Val'kyr floating behind him. "One more thing, Eira. Ensure that your contacts in the Undercity do not push the War too hard. It is a great boon to The Master, but we must tread carefully. If the Forsaken push too much, then The Masters' plan will fail and all will be for nothing."

"Yes, my Lord," Eira says submissively. "Perhaps we allow the Forsaken to awaken Sylvanas. She will put a stop to the war, unfortunately."

Lord Ove strokes his beard, fully turning to face Eira. He maintains eye contact with her for several moments, before she blinks away. Smirking, Lord Ove inclines his head, "Perhaps, Eira. If that Council pushes too hard, then I will bring it before The Master."

Bowing deeply, Eira mutters a soft, "Thank you my Lord."

"Go now, Eira, back to your position. I will keep an eye on our guest and see to it, that she reaches her destination," Lord Ove rumbles. He turns his back on her, signaling her dismissal. When he hears the sound of the door shutting echoing through the chamber, Lord Ove turns his attention back to the magical portal. This Dark Ranger, while inconsequential to the Grand Plan, may serve The Master unknowingly. While he would miss capturing and raping the lithe undead elf, he knows all pales in comparison to The Masters' Grand Plan, even his own libido. So he watches and waits, savoring her curves from a distance and ensuring that The Masters' Grand Plan comes to pass. And when it does, he will hunt down that undead elf and take her cruelly.