Chapter 6

Screaming.

Blurriness.

Blood…

I opened my eyes, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, my mind entirely blank, and I only had one question: Who am I?

I sat up, looking at my surroundings. I was in some sort of cell, the deep grey stones surrounding me, and I looked at my legs, a ragged, thread bare blanket barely covering my bare skin-I was naked.

I moved the blanket and looked at myself. My skin matched the stone, cracked in places to reveal glowing blue light and black oil. My fingers were filthy, the nails cracked and trapping dirt. My body looked emaciated, my ribs jutting out violently and my breasts leaving much to be desired. I felt my hair, flat and greasy, and held it out in front of me-it was blue.

"Ah, my champion."

I jerked, pulling my legs beneath me and crouching, teeth-I checked with my tongue, they were fanged-bared at the armor clad man on the other side of the bars. He had a blade in his hand that glowed, and looking at it made my stomach hurt.

He lifted it, and I keened, hands going to my head as my mind filled with screaming.

"Your name is Teir." The cold, deep voice emanated power, "I am your prince. You serve me."

His words were true, but they hurt my head, and my eyes twitched as the screaming pounded through my veins.

"Embrace it, death knight. Lead my army."

The bars disappeared, along with him. The voice subsided, and I looked up, at the screaming still pounding through me, but I felt this…pull, on my navel, compelling me to move.

I reached a foot out-the nails there were cracked too-and placed it carefully on the stone, not even flinching at the cold. I reached out with a hand next, and soon was crouching on the floor, inhaling.

Rot, Blood, Poison, metal.

My nose told me what was going on, and I never left my crouch as I carefully moved forward, craning my neck to look out beyond my cell.

It was a hall, lined with other cells, and there were stairs at the other end.

I carefully moved along, nostrils flared as the screaming ordered, and I peered into other cells as I passed. Dark stones, gore, and even bones littered them. I wasn't phased.

I reached the stairs when someone was coming down.

I reared back, teeth bared and a growl gurgling in the back of my throat, and the thing in front of me. He was tall, purple and dead.

"Calm, little knight." The man said, his voice soothing, and I abruptly stopped growling-the screaming said to.

"You are not an animal, stand up." He held out a hand, and I slowly took it, allowing him to pull me upright. It felt better to balance only on my feet, and I looked around-the hall wasn't as large as I had thought.

"That's better. I am Prince Taldaram. Give me your name."

I opened my mouth, when the voice filled my head, and pain sliced through it.

"Bring her to me. Harbinger."

A face filled my mind-human, freckles, green eyes and blood red lips, dark hair-"dead or alive."

A scent filled my nostrils-honey and snow.

I felt the yank on my navel, and bypassed the false prince-only my prince had such power.

I moved up the stairs, the image of armor and weapons filling my mind's eye, and I passed by ghouls and geists and other foul thing with barely a glance.

I found the armor and got dressed, then I looked at the weapons, cocking my head.

So many options…

Two axes caught my eye, glowing beautifully, and I knew they were mine.

I took them up, and something with a deep voice spoke behind me, "Those aren't-."

I whipped around, driving one axe through its torso and the other chopping off its head. It fell down dead.

Everything stopped and looked at me, and I knew my teeth were bared, eyes flashing, and laughter filled the room-his.

"You bow to the harbinger."

Everything in the room bowed, and I moved.

I reached a balcony, looking out over icy wastes, the cold piercing but not effective. I raised my chin and inhaled.

To the east.

I jumped the railing, the air whistling past my ears-long, flowing ears that jutted out of my hair-and suddenly, a skeletal thing swooped under me, catching me and taking off for the east.

A gryphon of some sort. Mine.

I felt a smile crack my face open, and a rattling, hollow sound leave me.

I was laughing.

"Please! Please no!"

I was smiling as I strung up the small little human, whose screams were muffled with a gag because they irritated me.

The brat's parents had thought to supply the enemy with wheat. They will regret that.

"We command you to-."

"Only my Prince commands me!" I snarled, my voice cold and piercing as I cut off the little thing's hand, and its parents cried out as he screamed through the gag.

Kill. Kill. Blood.

The screaming commanded, so it was done. I chopped off the parents heads and made the little thing watch, then killed it too.

The scent of death carried on the wind, and I clenched my fist in the air.

The necromancers appeared, looking unhappy and delighted, "The little one is unusable."

"Find a use for him." I snarled, and they all moved quickly-they saw what happened last time one of them had hesitated; that man's intestines were my belt.

A new face filled my mind. The scent of dung and whiskey came with it.

Great, a village bar.

I loved villages.

I whistled, and the gryphon came down from the sky, cawing menacingly for the necromancers to move, and I swung on as it flew past, raising my head and inhaling.

North, four miles.

I turned, and we took off, the lights of the village quickly coming into sight, and I saw the ghouls waiting.

Someone saw me coming in for a landing, and the screaming started.

I was the sign of death.

I landed with a thunk, sending out the silent order for the ghouls to round them up-alive.

I waited as the little square quickly filled with terrified men, women, and children, and I grinned savagely.

"One of you has crossed my prince. Fools." I threw a dagger, sending it through the head of the man I was sent to kill. He died with a gurgle.

A ghoul dragged it off with the orders to take it to the necromancers. The ghouls knew not to cross me either.

My cape caught the wind, whipping out behind me along with my hair, and I prowled forward, pulling a young woman towards me who looked just delicious-she whimpered.

I laughed, and her pulse jumped under my fingers on her wrist.

I tied her to a post, leaving a bite on her neck that made her squirm; a promise for more to come.

I turned back to the village, humming under my breath as I decided my next move-oh!

"You there. Old woman. Come here." I grinned as the old crone hobbled forward, shaking visibly, and I took her cane, broke it in half, and shoved it through her, sticking it in the snow covered ground to anchor her, and her labored screams filled the air as blood splattered on the snow.

The crowd was so scared, their fear smelled great.

I let the woman die as I continued to look through the crowd for my next victim, and a particularly burly man looked like he wanted a fight.

I crooked a finger, and he came stalking forward, knife brandished and I laughed, breaking his wrist as he attempted to stab me.

"Ah, there's always one." I yanked him towards me, palming around his groin until I found his member, and I reached down there with his knife and cut it off, taking it out and letting him hold it as he bled out through his crotch. He was screaming so nicely.

My little prize cried out, and I looked at her, eyebrow raised, "Problem?"

She looked heartbroken, "my-my husband-."

I laughed, "Ah, well," I looked down at the frankly anticlimactic member in the dying man's hand, "That must've been unsatisfying."

She screamed as I laughed at my own joke, kicking the dude in the ribs for good measure.

She continued to scream as I hunted out the rest of her family, letting them die from removed breasts, dicks, or limbs. The scent of blood and death hung heavy in the air.

I was taking my sweet time, which I loved, but I knew that if I didn't get a move on I'd have to leave some of them alive.

So I brought all the children forward and let the ghouls rip them apart while their parents watched.

God, the screams are a beautiful sound, they almost made the screaming in my head sing.

I moved through, quickly removing limbs and ears and other body parts through the remainder of the living to let them bleed out, and called for the necromancers to collect the bodies-waste not, want not.

I turned to my prize, arousal humming through me almost like a pulse.

"The best for last."

I untied her and pulled her to me before she could run, and dragged her kicking and screaming into the nearest building. I threw her down and tied her up again, and she looked resigned to her fate.

"Good girl. Good little obedient thing." I licked a hot stripe along her belly, and she whimpered, thighs clenching.

I had my way with her for hours, and by the end of it she was pliant and begging, and that was how I needed her.

I unsheathed my dagger, the little thing glowing brightly-My Prince had given me the right to turn the living for his army.

She opened her legs as I approached, her skin shining in the lantern light, and I hummed amusedly.

"No more of that, little thing."

Her eyes opened as I drove the blade into her stomach, and she screamed for an entirely different reason.

I ground out the incantation, watching the blue light envelope her, and then she died.

I nodding, unsheathing the blade and watching as her blood changed to oil and the blue light continued to change her.

Well done, Harbinger.

I looked to the sky as my Prince spoke to me, reverent of his power.

Come to me at the Citadel. Bring the new knight.

I felt the pull on my navel, and I scooped up the woman-Lindsay? Sally? Something like that-and I threw her on the back of the gryphon, bracing her with my thighs as we took off.

She woke up over the dragon blight, licking a stripe up my thigh, and I laughed, holding the reins with one hand and playing with her with the other.

So we have a pleaser, delightful.

She was wrapped around me by the time I landed at the citadel, and I had to drop her to a lower tier of the fortress to get her off of me.

I followed the yank on my navel inside, and the banshee found me almost immediately.

"Teir! Teir!" the stupid thing wailed, the edges of the spirit torn, and I growled.

"Back off, you irritating thing." I said, pushing through the thing-like walking through a waterfall of ice that broke skin-and continued on towards my Prince's chamber.

"Teir! Teir! Teir!"

Ignore it-

"Teir!"

Kill. Maim. Tear. The screaming urged me to do it.

"Teir!"

"SHUT UP!" I whipped around, blades unsheathed, and a hand closed around my throat as the banshee propelled backwards, wailing at the top of its voice.

"You don't attack without permission, harbinger."

A high, keening noise broke past my lips, and I immediately dropped my blades, my stomach burning painfully at the proximity to his blade-the blade I learned had brought me to him, which kept me faithful.

"I'm sorry, my lord. But the banshee-." I keened as his grip tightened, and a single, oily tear broke through, sliding down my cheek.

"You never attack the banshees. They are valuable and rare. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my lord," I sounded tearful, how pathetic of me, and it grew worse when he dropped me and I gasped for air I didn't need, hacking up oil that sprayed the stones.

I stood, sheathing my blades and bowing to my Prince, his face hidden behind his heavy mask…I felt almost like I had seen his face once, but to think on it caused pain, and the screaming was enough.

"Your work has been legendary, Harbinger. I have a high ranking assignment for you."

I straightened, ears perked-could he mean one of the San Layn's tasks?

He unsheathed his blade, and I dropped to my knees on instinct, eyes closed and head bowed.

He laughed-a horribly lovely sound, "Rise, Harbinger. I give you Frostmourne."

I looked at my Prince for the first time with a look of skepticism-he was so attached to his blade it was almost scary.

"Why do you trust me with your blade, my lord?" I asked, hesitating for the first time to follow an order when he held it out to me.

"I am to be sitting atop the Frozen Throne. You are to be returning to your homelands with Naxxramas, in my absence. Raze Lordearon, the Seven Kingdoms, the old lands, everything. I want the world ripe to take when I return. With Frostmourne, you will raise an army-an immortal, deadly army."

I felt the responsibility, and the fear-My Prince was going under the ice?

"This is what you were trained for, Harbinger."

I stared at Frostmourne, my torso throbbing and the screaming nearly overwhelming.

"Take her, and wield her against my enemies. Be my champion."

I reached out, hand shaking.

"Take her, she shall return to me when I see your job done. You will bring Naxxramas back to the roof of the world when that happens."

My hand closed over the hilt, and the screaming took over.