10-05-2010, 08:51 AM
The Welcoming
Spoiler:
Chapter one: The welcoming
Chapter Two: Initiation
Chapter three: The first encounter
Chapter Four: Taking It Abroad
Chapter Five : Rehab
Chapter six: It takes everything
Chapter Seven: As rough as it may get
Chapter Eight: Practise makes perfect.
Chapter Two: Initiation
Chapter three: The first encounter
Chapter Four: Taking It Abroad
Chapter Five : Rehab
Chapter six: It takes everything
Chapter Seven: As rough as it may get
Chapter Eight: Practise makes perfect.
“You've returned Mistal'aerix…â€Â
Fel magic is the source that brought this man back to the coven where it all begane.
It was the taste of foul magic that made him realise that power was the only source to succes.
No one would ever try to do this, if it wasn't for the pure satisfaction... The taste, the feeling the satisfaction to become one with what he was actually trying to control.
As Mistal stepped into the dark room, lit by three small burning candles places upon a very elegant looking desk. A man raised from his chair that was standing behind it.
The man bowed before Mistal and waved with his hand. The candles started to burn brighter, revealling more of the room Mistal just entered. A woman covered in black attire and two human males stood up as well, nodding at the Sin'dorei that just entered the room.
“It has taken you long enough to return to your-...â€Â
The man waved around the room and smirked at Mistal.
“... former -but- comfortable home.â€Â
The smirk disappeared again and made way for a more mysterious expression.
“We have missed you, Aeliana...â€Â
The woman said while she took a step into Mistal's direction, revealling more of herself.
It was a young Sin'dorei woman. She wore a black robe, and a black cowl covering her face.
Her eyes who were as bright as that of mistal showing her association with the Fel.
Mistal knew that it was Imaera Sunfury, who was hidden under that cowl.
But her voice seemed harsher than he remembered.
“The vial... Show me the vial.†The man said and extracted an arm. “We have to be sure that you still have it.â€Â
Mistal started to grab for his pouch, but as he did a burning pain went through his body, making him bend through his knees and tackle his fall by stretching his arms and break the fall.
Blood started to pour out of his noseholes as he lowered himself on his stomache and tried to endure the pain.
“Too slow, Mistal'aerix...†The man said as he grinned and took a few steps into Mistal's direction.
“S-stop!†Mistal said under his breathe. “I-... I brought...Aw!†Mistal turned onto his back and started shaking.
“This is what you will have to endure, everyday... Everyday, Darn filth!†The man released the curse upon Mistal's body. “Now give me the vial, and hurry!â€Â
As Mistal slowly got to his knees, he grabbed the small vial out of his pouch and gave it to the man.
“Good...†The man smiled at Mistal. “Get up. And clean that hiddious face of yours.â€Â
Mistal stood up as fast as he could, but bended over and started to vommit.
“Ha, and you want to become one of us? You want to experience the true nature of Fel?!â€Â
“Y-yes..†Mistal made a second attempt to stand straight. He wiped his mouth and looked at the man with a blank expression. “Yes I want to become one of you!â€Â
A high pitched laugh filled the room. A laugh so foul, so sharp it would send a chill through the touchest of men's spine.
The horrible laugh came from Imaera.
Mistal couldn't place the laugh at first, but when he looked at the woman who was just two steps away from him, he saw the small cracks next to her eyes.
Green glowing cracks, revealling what she had become.
He realised that the old Imaera was gone, or maybe hidden behind those awful cracks.
But somewhere he knew that it would not be easy to ever get to that old Imaera again.
And if it was possible, the person who would try to break through that hard skin, would have been close to death himself.
Mistal pulled his robes straight again and looked back to the man.
“I willingly ask you to train me, master.â€Â
He bowed elegantly before the man.
The man nodded and started to rub his chin. Long black hair that was covering half of the man's shoulders moved a bit as the man did so.
He took a small step into Mistal's direction and cleared his throat before speaking.
“...This won't be like any of the other trainings you have completed so far, Mistal'aerix.
And your powers shall be put to the test on a more devastating way than you can ever imagine.
By asking for my permission to train you,
you need to be aware that death may find you earlier than you had forseen, that death may end your training before you could complete it.â€Â
The man smirked.
“If you willingly bow before me, you have to be sure you are ready to become stronger than those who wringle their fingers,and send out a chaotic bolt.
What I am about to teach you, what you will become will not only take more than your physical, but also mental powers Mistal'aerix.â€Â
A quick moment Mistal thought he heard sympathy in the voice of his soon to become master.
“To become one of us, you will have to learn that living in your beloved city of Silvermoon city, will not be tollerated.
Not by those who linger with The Light.
Nor would warlock covens treat you as you are used to.
You may even have to break bonds that were important to you.â€Â
Mistal shook his head.
“I have nothing that is more important to me, than my own power!â€Â
The man nodded.
“Good, then from now on, you are an initiate in our coven.â€Â
A grin appeared on the man's face, revealling sharp teeth as he strechted an arm and fired as what looked like a green beam of energy towards Mistal.
As Mistal saw it coming, the chaotic bolt had already hit him.
And blasted Mistal back through the room, knocking him against the wall...
Darkness... There was only darkness left...
Power doesn't make you more than just a mere servant that has to endure the curse of the Legion, Mistal'aerix.
The powers that will be released by the time you have finished your training will be very hard and dangerous to beare...
The path of Fel magic is corrupting, deadly for some even...
Make sure you will carry through your training...
Be sure to be fully committed to the powers that the Fel has to offer you, or else...
It'll be too late...
Soft... The bed Mistal was placed upon felled soft...
The sheets were covered with silk, and the room around Mistal was slightly lit by one candle.
Mistal tried to get up, but a hand pushed him back onto the soft pillow.
“That was quite the blow, not?†A female voice said.
“Of course this will be done to your, day by day, week by week...â€Â
A soft chuckle filled the room as Mistal closed his eyes and decided it would be better to just listen.
“What have brought you all the way back here, Mistal'aerix? The path you have decided to follow is very dangerous, and one like you should know that by heart...â€Â
“I-.†A finger pushed against Mistal's lips, preventing him to continue.
â€ÂYour reasons are not important, just that you are alright.â€Â
Mistal slowly opened his eyes and looked at the woman that was sitting on a chair next to his bed.
Imaera sat next to him, her face wasn't covered by a cowl this time, and her facial traits were revealled by the small candle that was burning on a small table that stood on the otherside of Mistal's bed.
The cracks in her face glowed brightly. It did not look as awful as Mistal thought it would. Her skin was red, and her hair as dark as coil.
Mistal looked at the small candle and smiled.
“This is my final chance to become stronger, to help my allies...†The tone of his voice was soft, polite.
“They have supported me by giving me a chance of working together with people who had similiar goals to mine.â€Â
He watched how the small flmae danced, as if it was very happy to be burning.
“At first everything seemed perfect, no losses, a base... A lot of members.
But then a team of people guided by a Demon hunter infiltrated our base and did some major damage to both the base as our members.
That was the moment I realised that I was not strong enough...â€Â
His voice increased in power.
“That was the moment I realised that my powers was not as good as that of the oppose organization that killed our leader...â€Â
A small flame of rage appeared in Mistal's eyes as he moved his eyes down the candle onto a small vial that laid on the desk.
Mistal smirked. “Fel-blood.†He turned his head the other side and looked at Imaera.
“The true source... The most purest essence of Fel magic. Used by those who made a pact with their demon.â€Â
Mistal raised a brow.
“What was it that you had to offer for your companion?â€Â
Mistal grinned.
“It must have been your beauty...â€Â
Mistal looked straight into her eyes, knowing she would either burst into anger or just ignore the question.
But her reaction wasn't what he had expected.
“There is no importance of telling you, Mistal'aerix...â€Â
She flinged a piece of hair over her shoulder.
“Beauty is only used by those that sell their bodies for money, here there is no such thing...
Here we don't care about vanity... As you have noticed.â€Â
She looked straight back into Mistal's eyes.
Mistal turned his face to the ceilling. “... Of course, you are right... But I was just interested.â€Â
“Ha! Curiosity is a flaw, Mistal'aerix! Becareful with what you ask, here the people aren't very keen of people that love to dig their nose into a matter it doesn't belong to.â€Â
A grinned appeared, revealling her dangerous looking fangs. Mistal shrugged and smirked.
“You are here to make me drink the liquid... To make me drink the Felblood.†He looked back at Imaera.
“Honestly it would be a waste of your time, Imaera... I don't need your help, I can drink it by my own.â€Â
Imaera perked a brow. “Ha, the arrogance... No, Mistal'aerix I am here to check upon your well being... I was ordered to...â€Â
Mistal nodded. “I see, so Ish'tar finally ordered you to do something ‘important'.â€Â
He smirked as he looked back at Imaera.
“You are free to leave my room and report back to him. Tell him that I am awake again.†Mistal waved his hand twards the door. Motioning to leave.
“I will, once you have finished your first task, Mistal'aerix.â€Â
She smirked at Mistal in return.
“And before you bother to ask, you will have to find that out for yourself. I am here to see if everything works out just fine. We can't loose another member who shows some great potential.â€Â
Her expression became more serious.
“So untill then, don't bother me with your cursed tongue, and do as you're pleased.â€Â
Hours passed and Mistal just looked at the ceilling, thinking about all the opportunities, tasks and dangers that lay ahead of him. He knew that the path he had taken wasn't the easiest. He already figured that Ish'tar wanted him to drink the Felblood. And he was fully aware of the side affects. He knew that whatever they had planned for him, was something he needed his powers for... Powers that were brought to him by drinking the Felblood. His powers would increase tremendously, but the effect of stop drinking it, would result in some nasty drawbacks. As tempting as the good effects sound, he also knew that if he starts drinking it, he would eventually become just as Imaera and Ish'tar... Corrupted and even demonic looking.
Mistal smirked as he weighted the good and the bad.
“Interesting...†He said.
“Hmm?†Imaera looked at Mistal with a frown. “Have you thought about your task?â€Â
Mistal chuckled. “I already did...†Mistal slowly sat up straight in bed. He reached for the small vial on the table and looked back at Imaera.
“... Like I already said... I'm ready.â€Â
He pulled the cork out of the vial and brought the vial to his dry lips. He closed his eyes as he poured the liquid into his mouth and swallowed it instandly. Slowly he placed the vial back on the table and looked at Imaera. The veins on his forhead started to become visible. His eyes locked themselves on Imaera and his lips curled up into what looked like an evil-ish smirk.
“Let us begin.â€Â
His voice echoed through the room as he stepped out of bed and walked towards the door.
He stretched his arm towards the door and with a quick gesture the door flew open.
Because of the power that was released upon the door, the candle was blew out and Mistal made his way upstairs.