A woman reborn.

Her world was pain. She did not know for how long she howled as the agonizing, terrible seizures wrecked to her. She could not compare the pain to anything else, it is as if she had known nothing else but this pain. She was in pure blackness. No sound, no light, no images, nothing. Except only her and the pain. She screamed, loud. She let the pain leave her body by screaming. If there was another being close to her, they would've been deaf by now.
The pain continued, she continued screaming and the blackness remained so.
Until he came. The horned devil. The devil had long, black wings, almost invisible in this pain filled black world. But the green marks on his purple skinned muscular body and his horns were visible enough as were his cloven hoofs. And those glowing green eyes behind his blindfold. Those eyes…

"Do you remember me, my lady?" the horned devil smiled.
She could not speak but as she looked at him….yes, yes she could remember him. He came to her when the world wasn't hurting, when it had some colour. She began to remember!
The horned demon arrived with four of his ilk. Two more like him, a male and female, along with a paler male blood elf with a fascination for red and a human female. Like their master, for they looked less powerful and lacked the cloven hoofs, they had horns, green runes and wielded the same strange blades he seemed to. The male night elf had a veil covering his eyes but the rest modeled their blindfold after their master. But they all remained silent as he spoke. This Lord Illidan Stormrage.
"My lady, I come with you with an offer. One of immortality and strength."
She remembered saying." Speak now, demon hunter. Right now I am still considering wherever or not your heads would make fine trophies on my wall."

The blood elf was quick to anger and grabbed for his blade but the human female stopped him, her 'eyes' still gazing at her. Was it her who caused this endless torment?
Illidan spoke, the threat seemingly had not effect." Your people are dying. Do not deny it. The magic the Lich King had is fading on you. The bodies are decaying, within ten years you will be nothing more but skeletons. You can no longer create more of your kind or else the Argent crusade will descend upon your kind and the Horde will not help you."
She felt herself getting angry but the demon hunter bade peace." Wait, I am not finished. I know your pain, I feel it as well. I wish to aid you and in return I would like you to help me."
She remembered herself being intrigued." Go on."
The horned devil smiled and explained his plan.

"When I ruled Outland, I had many Mo'arg demons working for me. Three times smarter than a gnome and a dozen times more devious than a they experimented lustfully on countless projects. The one I want to share with you is this…" he extended his hands." They found a way to bring back the dead to life. Actually being alive. Living, breathing, feeling and above all else…twice more powerful than any organic being, being able to survive wounds that would kill any other man and the ability to procreate again."
She remembered herself laughing." A bold claim, demon hunter. But I need to see proof."
The human female from before stepped forward." I am the proof." She announced.
She looked at the human female and noticed something was indeed different about her. Under the tattoos there were scars from multiple surgeries, some recent wounds (from demons no doubt) that would've been lethal are healed naturally.
"Interesting…but that would put my people at your mercy." She said to the horned devil." And for all I know you could have my people who proceed with this under your thrall."
"Hardly. I notice you have Val'kyr with you." He motioned to the hauntingly beautiful winged women who hovered near her." Ask them if there is foul play or better yet, ask them to make sure the soul of those who proceed with the procedure remains in place. So by the end, you are still well…you."

One of the val'kyr sensed the human female and nodded." Her will is her own, my lady."
She nodded." Very well. But what is the bargain?" Where was the knife to stab me in the back with, she thought.
"The bargain is simple and twofold." The devil said." When the Burning Legion arrives all I want is you to fight them. Forget the war with New Lordearon and focus on what matters the most for your people."
"I decide what matters most for my people, demon hunter." She said. But her mind was already reeling.
"Second, I need a place for my people, to rebuild my order. The Alliance, the Horde and even the Argent Dawn are reluctant to come here due to your…reputation. I would like to move here and rebuild the order."
She remembered agreeing to the deal. The threats of possible double crossing, Horde spies being followed back to Orgrimmar and Silvermoon and no reply coming from either.

She remembered going to north to Northrend, to the penal colony of Icend where she 'freed' goblins there to work for her. Many had spend years in that frozen cold and loved the change of scenery. Even of it was the Undercity. Their leader, Pauli Rocketspark, claimed that a few days earlier a floating Necropolis flew over the penal colony towards the direction of Icecrown Citadel. The Scourge had lain dormant for many years but the sight of that flying fortress had many goblins spooked. Which was good, fear was a good motivator.
In Undercity they constructed the machine the demon hunter specified, as if the blue print was in his mind.

She spoke with others, advisors perhaps, who agreed with the plan.
One of them, Galen Trollbane, suggested to go first. If he came back to life then he would be next in line for the throne of Stromgarde and not the bastard that was no son of either royalty.
The conversion required fresh corpses, acquired via multiple means, since most organs were long turned to dust. A lot of energy, which the goblins and fel energy provided and of course the Val'kyr to make sure the soul was untampered.

She remembered Galen strapped on the chair, the power switched on and the screaming. The same screaming she would being doing herself. During the procedure the doctors transplanted the new organs, or in later cases moved the brain to a new body, as the screaming continued. Hours passed until the first of the New Forsaken was reborn.

The pale skin remained and glowing eyes, but that was all. No more skeletal arms or legs. Strong muscular arms and abs, the breathing and the sound of a heart beating. Prince Galen Trollbane had been reborn. And when he was cut loose he immediately bowed to her, his loyalty intact.
He was the first of many and in the years that followed, thousands of Forsaken went with the procedure. Those who did not wish to be converted remained respected citizens of Undercity but most were all to happy to get a second chance.
The New Forsaken were strong as was promised. The builders could do work in hours which would take days, some of the new Deathstalkers eradicated the Worgen and Scarlet Renegades almost without any casualties, the ones who did die being torn apart while most who got bitten or scratched or stabbed being able to shrug it off.

She remembered the city above being rebuild as more of her people desired the sunlight. She remembered seeing more children appearing, the streets above being filled with laughter as the busy sounds in the Undercity dwindling. She remembered walking in the streets above, her people bowing as always, as one woman offered her child to her. She picked up the child, this small weak thing…and she remembered being angry. This was a new life, a new future for her people and herself. And she felt nothing. She handed the child back and stormed off.

As she ponderd in her chambers, her mind wandered. Her people were her shield against oblivion once. The Val'kyr would stop her from recieving the same horrors in the afterlife as Arthas was suffering every day for all eternity. But when she held that child earlier, see her people smiling, living again... To begin anew, to become truely immortal...to feel again. Her choice was made.
She remembered days later, or was it hours ago, being strapped to the same chair and the pain beginning.

The pain stopped as the blackness faded into reality. She was gasping for air, the seizures leaving her body. The straps came off as she was helped up by a goblin and a new Forsaken. She shrugged her aides of her and stumbled to her feet and leaned on the wall.
"Is she alright?" the goblin aide asked.
"Hopefully." The new forsaken replied." Some do not survive the conversion with her memories intact."
It took a moment to catch her breath...her eyes widened, her breath! She was breathing! The wall she leaned her hand on felt...cold! She touched her cheek, it feeling warm! She felt a smile forming on her lips. Her heart pounding. She was alive! She was alive again! She called for a mirror as the goblin handed her one. She still looked as she did before but more…alive. Pale skin, red eyes…but she was breathing, her smile making her shine almost, her hair waving in the soft wind from the opened window…the wind! She felt the wind in her hair again!
"My lady…." The horned devil brought her back to the present. She turned around and saw Lord Illidan Stormrage along with two Val'kyr." Do you remember me?"

Her smile faded as her mind fully returned to her. Yes, she was alive. Yes, she had work to do before the night of the green stars came.
"Yes. I remember you, demon hunter." She replied.
One of the val'kyr flew closer." Do you remember who you are, my lady?"
"I remember." She placed the mirror down." I am your Queen. I am Sylvanas Windrunner."