AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT! IT BELONGS TO BLIZZARD!
AN: One more chapter then this story is complete! Hope people enjoyed!
**Draenor: Tanaan Jungle- Hellfire Citadel**
2 weeks later...
*Third person P.O.V.*
Creed panted hard and slammed her poisoned axe into the back of one of the Ancient Sovereign as it shot a large blast of arcane at her Tauren counterpart.
"Good to see you again, Whitefeather!" Creed panted as she round housed kicked a Ancient Harbinger before she could heal one of the enemies. Creed stuck her blade deep into the Harbinger's spine and ripped it out viciously.
"A pleasure it is, Creed." A warming and familiar feeling spread over Creed as Whitefeather healed her, then slid her dagger upwards into the base of another Harbringer's skull. Blood splattered over Creed's already bloody figure.
"This place is hell... so many enemies." A tried pant escaped the exhausted rogue.
Creed with the many other Commanders and Generals of the Horde and Alliance pushed their way through the Hellfire Citadel for hours. They slaughtered every demon, caster, and healer in the never ending Citadel.
Many Commanders and soldiers were lost along the way, unfortunately. Yrel, Khadgar, and Durotan helped lead them through the many passages and battles. They successfully made there way past eight floors of the citadel, taking down all of Gul'dan's most crucial pieces such as Kormrok, Kilrogg Deadeye, Shadow-Lord Iskar, Socrethar the Eternal, and Tyrant Velhari.
As they entered the Destructor's Rise, the ghastly form of Xhul'horac made sweat run down Creed's neck. He was a large floating demon with six wing like Fel strikers. Creed and many other Commander were exhausted and many took their time to regroup, heal, and take a small break. Creed feared by the time they reached Gul'dan there would be only a handful of men and women left to fight him.
Creed reached into her satchel pulling out an Ashran Healing Tonic and uncorked the bottle only to chug the bitter red liquid. A soothing chill went over her wounds as they sealed up.
Whitefeather quickly casted the Mark of the Wild on everyone he could reach. Creed frowned at the possible future in her head as she handed the half filled tonic to Whitefeather.
"Drink up, my friend. You need to reserve and recover lost mana." Creed knelled down in a quaking exhaustion as Whitefeather pulled the glass to his lips and drank.
Panting hard, Creed stood and walked around to her fellow Commanders and Generals. They looked as battered and bruised as she did. She then walked up to Yrel, Durotan, and Khadgar.
"We are so close, I can feel the twisted nether of Gul'dan." Yrel hissed to Khadgar and Durotan as she looked head at the twisted demons that laid ahead of them.
"Durotan, how much further up the Citadel till we reach the bastard?" Creed asked in a determined voice.
"Just after this floor, we shall reach Grommash's prison. We must free him. Then above, Gul'dan will be taken down." Creed and Yrel looked at one another and nodded.
"Let us finish this once and for all. Let Draenor be free again!" Every cheered at Durotan's yell.
The army and Commanders ran through the Destructor's Rise slaughtering Xhul'horac and the bone demon Mannoroth without hesitation, but it came with many more losses. Including seriously injuring Whitefeather with one of the Fel strikes.
"Hold still, Whitefeather. My friend, reserve your strength." Creed quickly grabbed her last bottle of Ashran Healing Tonic. Creed felt panicked, she couldn't lose another friend... another comrade... a brother.
Whitefeather was hurting bad from the strike. Creed nearly shoved the bottle down his throat in her haste. He wouldn't drink it though making Creed shake.
"Please!? Yrel! Help me!" Creed screamed as Yrel came running to her side. The Draenei Paladin quickly flashed a holy light under Whitefeather, healing what she could.
"We fight together friend. I will not let you fall to my feet." Creed helped the old Druid up as the army made their way out of the Destructor's Rise seeing Grommash Hellscream chained to his place in the ground by Fel chains.
The Black Gate of the Hellfire Citadel was a horrible place indeed. The very sky around it was blackened with dark magic with the strong Fel magic glowing acidly green far off in the distance. The very magic of the foundation under Creed's feet made her sick.
Creed narrowed her eyes at the familiar evil magic that bound him.
But what made every single member of the army stop was up above the tall stairway, where the dark portal had once stood but only crumbled ruins remained, was Gul'dan. Creed growled with vicious intent as she stealthed her way towards the front next to Yrel, Durotan, and Khadgar.
Creed looked up to where Gul'dan stood and felt her vision go red... he was the main cause of all her pain and misery. He stood between Rommath and her. Twisting her poisoned blades with precision, she held herself tight. Creed pushed away the exhaustion she felt as determination washed over her.
'Do not let him break your training nor your will,' Creed thought with venom.
Gul'dan looked down at the remaining army and then at the leading forces. He smirked and rose a hand, Fel magic began to swirl and the earth below everyone began to shake as large curving pillars rose from the ground and formed a giant circular portal.
Creed's eyes narrowed dangerously and she tightened her hold on her trusty blades.
The pillars filled with light and the large Fel colored portal opened with Gul'dan's magic.
Gul'dan chuckled at the army beneath him.
Creed was about to run up to the stairway to Gul'dan but she froze as most everyone else did... the ground shook with a slight pause before another similar tremor came, like approaching footsteps.
Creed felt her breath stop short in her throat and blood go cold as a humongous figure walked out of the portal with tremendous force... the very figure she had seen all those decades ago when he destroyed Dalaran.
"Archimonde... no." Creed and Khadgar looked horrified at the inhuman monster walking down the stairway in true horror.
"Khadgar, go set Grommash free, now!" Creed hissed to Khadgar. He looked at her with wide blue eyes, but nodded. He quickly made his way to the magically sealed Hellscream.
"Gul'dan, ready the Black Gate for my invasion. These vermin will not delay me. The last light will fall by my hand," The deep and demonic voice of Archimonde commanded Gul'dan.
"I shall deal with these worms." Creed glared viciously at the Draenei impostered monster.
The army tensed and Durotan held his hand steady as he studied the monster in front of him.
"All will burn in the legion's fire!" Then a series of magical blasts from the army shot and pillaged Archimonde causing him to roar in pain and fury. The members in the army gave battle cries and charged with Durotan and Yrel in front.
Creed barely managed to dodge as his giant hoof came down on the ground. Jumping and climbing up the back of his armor she managed to stab him in the back multiple times till he roared and shook her off.
"Vermin!" He looked down with absolute disgust at Creed's sprawled form and brought down his great hoof.
With honed Rogue training, Creed managed to flip herself backwards and out of his range. A large shadowblast him Archimonde in the face making him turn to the one who threw it.
With heavy breath, Creed looked over the battle field with sweat and blood running down her dirt stained skin.
She turned as she heard the cackle of Gul'dan a distance behind her as his hands began to glow again. She growled with deathly intent, then sprinted through the battle of men and women towards the warlock.
Creed jumped high and slammed her blades down to pierce Gul'dan's green flesh. He chuckled as he blocked it with his staff.
"Pathetic little coward. Sneaking up on a warlock... you fool." Gul'dan blasted a a Fel bolt at Creed effectively making her soar through the sky and land hard on the ground a good twenty feet away from him. Creed panted harder and looked at her steaming blades as they took most of the blast at her last minute defense.
"Creed!" Yrel as she caught sight of the Rogue fighting the warlock and then flying in the air from his attack.
Creed ran at him again dodging eery blast and attack he threw at her.
"DIE, YOU TOXIC BASTARD!" Creed screamed at the horrible Orc Warlock and clashed her blades into his staff once again.
"I will enjoy extinguishing that fire of yours," Gul'dan chuckled with malice.
"I will enjoy breaking your neck." Creed hissed to the disgusting Orc in front of her with so much hatred and venom... if looks could kill.
As Gul'dan brought his staff down with an extreme amount of force, Creed blocked the attack with her blades crossing over her head. She took her chance, and slammed her leg into his exposed gut and kicking his feet out from under him.
Gul'dan's chuckle ended abruptly and a strangled groan over came him as a look of pain flashed over his face. Creed stood tall and lodged her blade into his leg so far that it struck bone before he could move away.
That was her mistake as he shot another and even larger bolt directly into her chest, she blocked it with her axe but it cracked on the impact and threw her even farther across the ongoing battle.
Creed hit the ground so hard a sickening crack could be heard on impact. Creed's world swam in her vision, it swirled, blackened, then fuzzed over again. Her ears felt as if they were filled with cotton.
The pain was indescribable, but the numbing thankfully took affect. Creed tried to say something, but her voice wouldn't come out. Everything hurt, burned, and felt numb all at the same time.
"AAUURRGHHHH!" The fierce battle cry of the one and only Grommash Hellscream rang throughout the Citadel as he charged from his bindings thanks to Khadgar to Archimonde.
Khadgar casted a large arcane blast directly into Archimonde's chest.
Blood began to pool under Creed, Whitefeather and Yrel ran over to her and began to chant and heal with not much energy left.
Creed's eyes began to close, she felt so tired.
'So tired... I just want a quick rest, please.'
Creed's world began to fade until a pair of Fel colored eyes looked at her in her mind.
'Rommath!' He smiled at her and gently laid a kiss on her head.
'Come back to me, Creed.' Then he faded away ignoring Creed's crying for him to come back.
Creed turned over suddenly and banished the blood chocking her. Her body was in so much pain and the wounds stung. She looked past her bruised eyes and heated exterior to her companions. She wobbled and limped up to her feet and looked at Gul'dan as he had been trying to pull the blade out of his leg.
Gul'dan's blood red eyes looked up quickly and felt his stomach turn at the malice filled eyes of the Human Rogue, he thought he killed with one of his strongest blasts, that made her way to him with her poisonous dripping axe... death promised in her eyes and they targeted him.
A malicious snarl caused Creed's lip to pull over her teeth as she just about hissed in his direction.
She looked at him but then looked to Archimonde as he began to fail. Creed had to make a choice, Gul'dan or the weakening Archimonde...
Clenching her fists, she turned at the large Draenei like monster.
Pushing the last of her strength, Creed jumped onto Archimonde's back again ignoring his angered roars and swatting hands that tried to reach her, she grabbed onto the back of his head guard and struck Archimonde's neck directly in the side of the neck with her axe, the axe shattered on impact and the poison began to work quickly as it made direct contact to the main artery in his neck.
Blood splashed out across his neck and sprayed Creed. She felt her eyes widen as a large hand came and grabbed her. Every bone in her body ached and cried out as Archimonde's grip tightened.
"Enough! Your meaningless struggle ends now! Accept your miserable fate!" Archimonde was about to crush Creed in his grasp, but he fell to his knees as a humongous fire blast made its way directly into his chest causing him to drop the injured rogue.
Creed didn't have the energy to look at who casted the final attack, but she knew it was a Mage.
The poison was taking affect and the mass of wounds from the other army members began to shut Achimonde down... he was dying.
Falling onto his front, Achimonde spoke with fury and looked at Gul'dan.
"Gul'dan! We made a PACT!"
A long rope of bright green energy shot at Gul'dan and began to lift him up. Gul'dan pleaded in pain and misery.
"No! Stop!"
Khadgar, Yrel, and just about every member of the small army looked as Gul'dan was eaten away by the Burning Legion portal. With Gul'dan's last screams, the portal flickered and disappeared.
The green Fel light in Archimonde's eye faded as he drew his last breath.
Grommash Hellscream walked over to Yrel and Durotan and spoke in a gruff voice.
"Gul'dan failed. Draenor is FREE!" Grommash yelled out making everyone cheer with relief and joy... all except two.
Khadgar and the limping rogue looked at all that remained of Gul'dan... his staff. The scorched ground of where Gul'dan stood held the staff for a brief second till it dissolved into a fading ash.
Creed glared at it and Khadgar's eyes widened.
Yrel walked over to Khadgar and Creed.
"You do not believe that this is over, do you?" Khadgar looked at the Draenei Paladin.
"I fear this may only be the beginning. The Burning Legion is not so easily defeated." Creed rolled her eyes to herself.
'He always has to ruin the moment...'
"We will be here waiting." Yrel told him calmly.
"If you need me, do not fear to look to the sky." Quickly a swirl of arcane magic came over Khadgar and he flew away in the form of a large black bird.
Creed smiled lightly at the sky then at Yrel as everyone was in rejoice for the freedom of Draenor.
Creed fell to the ground in a sprawled form, blood slowly pooling again.
"Creed! Creed!" Creed tried to listen and hear the words of Yrel's panicked voice, but they began to fade. In her darkening vision, Creed saw a tall, scarlet clothed figure made its way into her eyesight and picked her up slightly from the dirty ground. Long black hair and glowing eyes was the last thing she saw.
"Rommath..." Creed whispered softly. A warm hand grasped hers and called her name softly.
The pain in her chest finally consumed Creed.
Ba bump
Ba bump
Ba bu-
Dully, even as blood rushed through her ears, Creed heard the last few thumps if her heartbeat. She fell limp and things went black.