"Knowledge will come to you, whether you wish it, or not."
Sangreala heard these words as she awoke from her sleep, she looked to her left and felt her... Hair? How is it possible, she was bald from the flames and scorched terribly, instead her hair seems to have grown a disgusting black color looking completely devoid of life... She shrugged off her thoughts as she returned to the broken smithy to see a most peculiar sight there was the Orc who tormented her, strapped by iron restraints to the torture table, her mistress Belzerial standing at her lab and above the Orc... Another Fel-sworn, she was a blue colored with distinctively larger horns then Belzerial, but she had no talons or wings... She seemed like a fully grown Eradar as she lifted up her other hand. Dark purple and green light began to trace from her fingers and, gently, she began to roll and compress the light until it was a twisting little golf-ball nestled between her middle and index finger she then spoke with an amazingly soft voice, Sangreala has never seen such elegance in any form of demon "Open wide."
Sangreala gazed at the Eradar for several moments, with a weak look in her eyes as she tilted her head asking calmly with almost a whisper of a voice "Mistress?" she turned her head to Belzerial, back and forth the two Fel-sworn, her question wasn't answered as another Orc dressed in a robe fit for a Warlock entered the room with two cups of tea... Yes tea.
In the meantime the strapped Orc see's the ball accumulate, he clenches his mouth shut, locking his jaw. He then trites to thrash his head about to get her off of his nose, virbrations of growls coming from him throat.
Belzerial turned herself towards the other Orc and Sangreala, "What? ... And who is this clown?" The Orc spoke calmly, which was very unsettling for a... Well, Orc. "Your fellow Death Knight sent me, told me to pour you tea." In the meantime the other Fel-sworn sneered. Her grip, once so gentle, became like a vice. She rammed her palm down upon the orc's forehead and kept the seal tight on the nose. "You're lucky. This is a rare honor, to be given my masterpiece." Sangreala was baffled, who was she? What, is she? Her questions remained unanswered yet again as Belzerial responded to the Tea-carrier "... Pour tea? Yes, well, carry on."
The Orc asked "And which one took three pieces of sugar?"
Belzerial spoke in a businesslike tone "I do, and Lady Bisen will have two."
So lady Bisen, that was her name Sangreala thought... Her train of thought was quickly cut short by her mistress as she finally rested her gaze on Sangreala, "Now -- No, we don't. -- Sangreala, my pet..."
Sangreala looked to Belzerial, it was the first time she heared her use her name as she shuddered a bit prepearing for the pain "Y-yes mistress?" As she bowed to her quickly, Belzerial motioned for her to step closer, as she gestured over to the restrained Orc. "Vengeance is bittersweet, isn't it?" Sangreala could not help but ponder, everything was so strange recently and her mind was still haunted by the deeds she had done.
Sangreala after a bit of thought finally responded sincerely "This is... Increadible, mistress." As Lady Bisen smiled softly she nodded to Belzerial "Lady Caidrah? Assistance here?" Lady Caidrah? Who? Sangreala looked around her to see nobody but the two Fel-sworn, herself, and the Orc as Belzerial inhaled a sharp breath as she approached the table, "With?"
Lady Bisen let the mote of twisting energy hover in the air. She held out her hand for Belzerial's, and as Belzerial reached over to take Marianna's hand, as she glared down towards The Orc. "I do hope this will provide fruitful results." The Orc's eyes start to widen slightly as he body begins to scream for air, but still he fights to hold it off, his rythmic breathing stopping to him staying still, Lady Bisen nodded. Gently she guided the other Fel-Sworn's hand, placing it firmly between the orc's pectorals. She hummed thoughtfully, adjusting the placement by an inch. She patted the back of Belzerial's hand. "There, keep that right there." Belzerial sneered to herself as she kept her hand upon the orc's chest, "Very well."
Lady Bisen took up the mote again. With hand still clamped on the man's nose she nods to the orc. "Sorry, dear." She brings her fist up and slams it down upon the back of Belzerial's palm. The ripple would compress his chest sharply, knocking the wind out of him, Sangreala could not hold her curiosity and asked cautiously "Mistress, and lady Bisen... May I ask, what are you doing to the Orc?" Which followed by a quick response by Lady Bisen "Silence your elf, Laid Caidrah. Tell her to watch and observe." Belzerial growled lowly as Marianna slammed her hand onto the back of hers, "I trust she will take --... Can't you see that we're busy, fool?" She growled a bit to the now approaching tea-carrier as in the meantime The Orc shot forward as the hand is buried into his solar plexus, causing his mouth to shoot open, the chains snap him back to the table, his instincts causing him to grab for as many breaths as possible, The tea-carrier took no notice as he spoke "Your tea will be cold soon..."
The two Fel-sworn didn't seem to take great notice to their cold tea, instead Lady Bisen pushed the mote of twisting energy into that gasping mouth. She clamped her hand upon his mouth, smiling as the energy began to bleed through his mouth and into his muscles and skeleton. "There we are..." Which caused the Orc's eyes to open wide as the mote is shoved down his throat, growling in pain as at first his chest expands to almost at an exploding point, it then shoots down the pecs pressing against his ribcage as it shoots back to normal, sending waves of this all round his body causing to him roar and snarl in pain as this weird power runs thorugh him, threatening to tear him apart.
Lady Bisen spoke, so gently and yet there was so much power in her voice, Sangreala could not help but to feel, well attracted to the already barely clothed demoness as she spoke. "Now watch, dear Caidrah. I have just given this poor orc a taste of power. And that taste does not seem agreeable to him." As the Orc growls lowly, his voice very hoarse "That..all you...have...fel..sworn..?" Which only caused Lady Bisen to speak again, still with that soft yet eerie smile "My dear...For the next hour every cell and mote of your being shall morph and shift ever so slightly. And you, my dear, shall not enjoy it." The Orc spoke again through gritted teeth and heavy breathes begins taking deep breaths, "Sounds..like a..date." he coughs loudly, but remains still, seeming ready for anything ready as Lady Bisen patted the orc's shoulder. The shoulder, in turn, took the chance to split out of the orc's skin and grow five sizes larger then his head before shrinking back down, drawing the skin back into place afterwards "Mmmh...This is just a lesson in the agony associated with a good, honest friendship. No hard feelings, sweet orc."
Sangreala stood their in awe, how could she have possibly done that? Was this the results of her path? The path to Fel-sworn? Her mind was racing, filling with questions, and yet she feared Lady Bisen... Someone who speaks so softly, is always a threat, as she turned away. She glanced at Sangreala before turning away, moving over to the table. "Where is my cup of tea, girl?"
Sangreala looked to Lady Bisen with full attention as she simply walked over to the cold cup of tea offering it to Marianna quietly, as she took the cup delicately in her gnarled, calcified claw. A little spark kicked in her palm and, in a moment, the tea and her palm were swallowed up in a ball of roaring green fel-fire. "Thank you, dear."
Sangreala stared to the Fel-sworn with the most baffled stare she has, her eyebrows straightening as her mouth gapes a bit she remains quiet looking to her in confusion, then just steps back bowing respectfully, taking a few steps back as Lady Bisen spoke as she boiled the tea for a few more moments before, with a wave of her hand, the fire fizzled into nothing. The woman lifts the now hot cup to her lips and takes a sip. "Elf, do you know what I love most about being a Fel-Sworn?"
Sangreala gulped a bit and spoke softly and humbly "I will only answer, if you grant me the favour to speak to you..." As the Orc tossed some insult to her, which made no real difference as Sangreala was far too tiered to reply as Lady Bisen lifted a pipe from the table and began to fill it with a pinch of dried Felweed. She nodded. "Granted." As Sangreala answered her slowly and with full caution not to bring her wrath upon her "I do not know Miss Bisen, I have never asked the mistress of the gifts you both have." Lady Bisen took up a bit of bloody meat from the table. It was raw and rotting. Idly she took it up and, puffing one on her pipe, popped it in her mouth and chewed once. She swallowed. "Then allow me to tell you, I do not grow sick. I do not grow tired. I do not age. I do not break down. I can smoke. I can drink. I can eat. I can live life like no other and it shall do as much harm to me as a light breeze does to you, elf." Which caused Sangreala to stutter out her answer a bit "T-that sounds amazing, Miss Bisen."
Lady Bisen pulled the cleaned bone from her lip and washed the morsel down with a gulp of tea. She turned back to the orc, beckoning the elf over. "What do you think of this specimen, elf?" Sangreala thought deeply, narrowing her eyes at the restrained Orc, if this was some trick question she would be killed, perhaps the trick was in the thought of a trick itself? She was not sure but she began speaking her best, or at least she tried "The Orc is dumb, blunt headed... But he makes up for it in physical strength, although not this specific specimen, he is simply dumb... Disobeying the mistress like such." Which caused Lady Bisen to smile softly "A fine summary, my dear. Orc, do you find that accurate?"
My dear, Sangreala pondered and basked herself in those words, she hasn't heard them since Fel knows when, she kept her gaze away from Lady Bisen's as the Orc spoke and scoffed "Of course not..she just..tries to advance..herself..over me.." he growls lowly, "I do not..find...myself..dumb...and look at..her face.." he also nods to the dwarves rotting heads attatched to his belt." As he coughed a bit he continued speaking "You'll be on..there..your lucky..your mistress...protects you." Which took no effect on Sangreala, Belzerial had taught her better then that.
Lady Bisen laughed. It was a cold, bitter sound that rang hollow from her lips. She puffed on her pipe. "Both of you are correct!" As Sangreala gazed to the Orc idly and without expression, she then turned her head to Lady Bisen in an examining manner before asking cautiously and slowly, her throat was still very sore from the priest's pillar of flames "What exactly... Have you done to him, Ms. Bisen? If I may ask ofcourse." She adds quickly, Sangreala's answer was in the form of another question as Lady Bisen asked her "Do you know what affliction is, elf?" Sangreala pondered a bit at the question of her favorite school of the Warlock "The casting of curses Ms. Bisen, an elagent form of causing harm rather then brutally smashing magic against it, my favoured school." She picked her words carefully, trying as best as she can not to shame it's idea as Lady Bisen nodded "Mmmmh...But it is so much beyond that. It is poison. It is corruption. It is the destruction of what is beautiful and turning greatness into weakness." Sangreala stood there for a bit with a bit of awe to the description, every word was flawless as Sangreala turned her head to Marianna "That is a far better way of putting it... Do you favour for the school of Affliction Ms. Bisen?"
Marianna puffed on her pipe. "I do." She gestured to the orc, the green smoke curling from between her lips. "I have even poisoned myself, filled every muscle and drip of blood with black bile. I am a living affliction."
Sangreala gazed at Marianna for a bit before speaking "The fact that you are a Fel-sworn... Enables you to survive such a procsess? Or is that from personal strength?" As Lady Bisen retained her soft smile puffing from the vile substance "Both. But more the former then the latter. Strength can only do so much in the face of poison." Sangreala nodded attentively "May I ask, how do you and the mistress know to one eachother? Beyond your gifts ofcourse."
"Back when the Catacombs was still in operation I met her through an acquaintance. She worked for me for a time before I was imprisoned. She saved me." Lady Bisen spoke with a bit of a sad undertone, but Sangreala could hardly notice it as suddenly She spoke yet again "offer the orc a cup. We must be generous hosts." The idea agitated Sangreala, offering tea to that ungrateful ape... But she knew better then to defy Lady Bisen or Belzerial for that matter as she spoke with no expression, hiding her anger "How much sugar would you like in your tea Orc?" The Orc puffed his cheeks trying to get his head comfortable on the bench "I do not..want one." Sangreala didn't care much for his answer, she was simply glad she did not have to serve that foul bastard anything as Lady Bisen spoke softly "Come orc. Drink. We show our prisoners kindness in equal measure with harm." The Orc opened his eyes and looked over to the Fel-sworn "Then let me... Off... Of this thing." Lady Bisen smacked her lips a bit puffing another green cloud of vile smoke "Actually no. But that is a kindness. Until the Unstable Affliction is over, you will be unable to walk and movement will cause injury on your mutating bones."
The Orc's head twitched to his side a couple of times, his jaw shooting from side to side, before he sets it still. "I..do not..care..At least..undo..these..chains." Bringing a most... Strange, response from Lady Bisen "Tomorrow, dear friend. Tomorrow. We will go play golf together. I have set up a course in this fine little town. It will be pleasant."
The Orc looked baffled at her as she says the word. "Is that..killing...golfers..?" "Indeed. A game invented by dwarven shepherds, I believe. It is quite a relaxing sport." Lady Bisen quickly responded with that soft powerful smile.
Sangreala did not care much for these games, nor did she care for those foul dwarfs, instead she had many, many questions to ask Lady Bisen "Interesting... Ms. Bisen, may I ask you some questions about being a Fel-sworn, and more importently, the path there?" Lady Bisen nodded. She polished off her cup of tea and sat on the edge of the table, nursing her pipe. "You may, elf. But first, what is your name?"
Sangreala thought a bit, she didn't recall too well... She started thinking, S-S... It had an S in it... She finally remembered after a bit of thought as she tapped her chin a bit in thought "I believe... My name is Sangreala, or at least it was last time I recalled, a simple whore, or pet will do me just as fine Ms. Bisen." She stated blankly.
The Orc made some witty remark about Sangreala being weak, but she could hardly care... She was finally about to get answers, but she had to watch her every question, for it might upset Lady Bisen as she suddenly spoke "Please. Lady Caidrah may relish the diminutives, but you shall be Lady Sangreala in my presence, dear. Now please, Lady Sangreala, sit and speak. Words shall draw the orc's attention from his miseries and to some loftier ideals." The Orc muttered about Sangreala's words being Kodo dung, yet again she could hardly care, her excitement was building up inside her as she simply sat on the table moving a bit of putrid flesh with a small hint of disgust in her face as she sat down speaking "I must say I feel rather... Strange, to have someone like you treat me... Well, not as her inferior, despite the obvious fact I am."
Lady Bisen chuckled a bit in her soft tone "You find, Lady Sangreala, that being a demon is a lonely position in life. Friends are valuable and, strong or weak, a powerful tool." Which caused Sangreala to think a bit, she would prove herself more then a tool, she would prove herself an ally!
Sangreala finally mustered up whatever was left of her courage, and spoke "I refused to be weak... That is why I remain at the Mistress's side, I hope finally I can prove my worth to her and learn... Untill then I'll have to make do." She sighed a bit and began asking "So in order to become a Fel-sworn, one must make an established connection with a Established connection with a demon, and then drink said demon's blood, mixed with his own, yes?"
Lady Bisen replied with ease to the basic question "Indeed. A demon or Fel-Sworn is all you require. I would recommend, however, to contract a powerful demon. While an imp will furnish you with the blood you require, a more powerful demon will give you the blood and tutelage, Power is useless without the knowledge needed to wield it." She smiled softly to Sangreala as her next question followed "And the Fel-sworn will be more powerful as his previous master was?"
Lady Bisen shook her head puffing a bit more from her pipe "Mmmh...No. A Fel-Sworn will only ever have a fraction of a pure Legion Lord's power. But it is enough to strike fear in the hearts of those within this wretched land." Sangreala nodded attentively, if only she had a notebook of a sort, well her mind would have to do "I see... I also see that despite you and Mistress Belzerial are Fel-sworn, there are some great differences... Your horns are larger, and you do not seem to have wings, nor her talons, what exactly varies these features?" Lady Bisen smiled delicately. "Fel mutates the body along existing lines. One who is muscular will grow even more muscular. One who is thin will grow even more thin. The additional features are...Minor."
"But my dear, I do have wings." Bisen added with a soft smile as she tapped her gauntlets, two green Fel-gems rested upon the palm of the glove "These gems are two halves of a crystalized Void Terror's heart, They allow me to harden my flesh and grow wins at will and retain my form indefinitely."
Sangreala nodded gazing at her gems with interest "Interesting..." Before she moved on to the next question briefly pondering it "What is the path to obtain your gift?" For a moment, Sangreala could have sworn she saw her lips curl into a small grin of knowledge, she feared that moment as Lady Bisen's smile returned to normal she spoke "You must first set about summoning a demon. You will need to understand the rites and rituals necessary to do such. After that you will need to sacrifice a suitable offering to the Nether, A demon will contact you if they enjoy the offering and bind you to them. You will then do their bidding in exchange for blood until you have mutated fully, Mmmmhmm...Half a dozen souls is usually common fair."
Sangreala nods slowly "Must I dedicate them directly to the nether, or does the nether gain from my actions either way?" This was so much knowledge to take in, none of the tomes she had read had anything -near- Lady Bisen's knowledge, she needed to know -everything-
She saw Lady Bisen's eyes turning to her still with that smile, she felt weak... Small.
"You must cast them into the nether, lest their souls pass to the Dark Below." That remark baffled Sangreala, how would one do that? Everything was racing in her mind, she -had- to prove herself to Lady Bisen "How can you cast someone directly into the nether?" This seemed to have been the right question as Lady Bisen smiled delicately She held her hand out, palm open and pointing to the floor. From her palm dark green runes began to flow, sinking to the earth where they burned into the stone.
Sangreala nodded quickly before raising up the bottom of her moldy old robe, to reveal an already scarred thigh as she takes a bite out of her finger, she began enscribing the runes upon herself, leaving only a tiny missing segment, lest they would be triggered she quickly thanked Lady Bisen before returning to her quiet as Lady Bisen nodded solemnly. She turned to the orc. "How are you fairing, my dear?"
The Orc grunts at the Fel-sworn. "I feel like..tearing..someone apart." he growls lowly, twitching again as his bones twist out and then back into shape, Lady Bisen rose. "Would you like an end to the pain, my dear orc?"
"Depends on..the catch." The Orc spoke through painfully gritted teeth as Lady Bisen spoke "Elf, go to the lab table over there and get the small green vial. Bring it to me." Sangreala complied with no hesitation, how could she defy Lady Bisen in any way? She handed the vial to Miss Bisen as She holds it above the orc. "This vial contains Fel Blood. With it, your body will reject the pain and you will have the strength to not only burst free from your bonds, but also to rend and tear any enemy you come across."
The Orc questioned and looked up at the vial, his mind starting to stray from his normal reactions as he considers it. "You feed the others fel blood..How come they..do not..grow strong?" Lady Bisen's response is quick and Sangreala could not help but smirk a bit at the Orc's stupidity "The other races are ill-suited towards the consumption of Fel. Yet the orcs...Orcs were a gift from the Titans. Their bodies and minds not only cope well with Fel...They thrive upon it."
The Orc gritted his teeth. "Blood of a...pit lord." his eyes drift over to the Fel-Sworn, with obvious recalling to the downfall of the Orcs in the world of Draenor, Lady Bisen spoke yet again "The Fel Orcs consumed too much blood. Moderation. Instruction. I can teach you to wield the blood without falling under its sway."
After several minutes of considering, the Orc opened his mouth reluctantly, Lady Bisen spoke once more "By consuming this blood you pledge to listen and obey my instructions, knowing that I shall teach you how to wield it responsibly and -in doing so- allow you to grow in strength?" The Orc nodded slowly, "As you wish... But I will not..respond..to that...other..one." This enraged Sangreala, her fists clenched as she thought to herself, how -dare- he?! That ungrateful little shit! As she could not hold her silence no more and walked in "Ms. Bisen, I must step in... This will by a bit, defiant to the mistress, as the Orc is her property." She scowled, Lady Bisen simply turned upon Sangreala. The woman smiled delicately and, for the first time, beared her teeth. Each was a razor-sharp triangle, tinged yellow and interlocking. It was a shark's smile, "It is the will of the Legion, elf. She will understand."
Sangreala gulped a bit paling at the sight of her teeth, she took a few steps back in defeat as Lady Bisen tipped the vial and empties the blood down the orc's throat.
The Orc began to gulp down on the blood, leaning himself up into it so it is easier for him to swallow, his eyes seem to widen as he carries on drinking the blood, he coughs as the last of it swallowed, gagging a few times, then spitting to his side. he takes a few big breathes.
Lady Bisen steps back tactfully, her smile widening imperceptibly.
The Orc twitched a little as he moves to sit himself tugging at the chains on wrists, the chain links snap in the middle, causing him to grunt lightly, he puts a hand on his, closing as his eyes as he reopens them, looking around. he then kicks at his feet, the chains also snap at the links, as he slowly brings himself off of the table to stand...He walked over to the Fel-sworn and rolls his shoulder stretching as he peers at her.
"What is your name, orc?" Lady Bisen asked as the Orc responded taking in a big breath he exhales the words "Garmak..Khanslayer."
Lady Bisen turned. She pushes her calcified hand into the smoldering green furnace at her side and, without flinching, drew out a molten spear. She held the burning piece of metal out to the orc. "Hold this and then bend it, Sir Khancrusher." Garmak took the spear into his hand, searing the flesh in the palms of his hands as he holds it, holding it in the other, he goes to put his strength into bending it. Thinking it would only go a little of the way the metal groans at is bended almost in half he grunts in satisfaction, dropping the spear to the floor.
Lady Bisen smirked slightly. The metal pops and hisses as it hardens quietly. "How do you feel?" Garmak quickly responded with a tilt of his head "Strange..but in a good way." he mutters, his gaze now looking over to the Sin'dorei on his left "Not..so weak now..huh?" he seems to glare at her.
Sangreala hid her fear well, she spoke blankly with no expression "You should listen closely, I said you were -dumb- not weak, it is quite obvious which one of us has the upper hand in physical strength." As she crossed her arm holding a sly expressionless face.
Lady Bisen laughed softly. It is a warm, crackling sound that seems to break and waver within her throat. "Take up your axes once more, orc, and see it as a sign of good faith."
Garmak went to walk between the two, trying to put his hand on the Sin'dorei's face and push her backwards towards the cage "Shut it.." he growls, heading over to he table he eyes his axes, Sangreala stumbled a bit backward, not falling before returning to stand firmly frowning at the Orc "You are strong now, but have no doubt the mistress could break -both- of us with ease, we are not allowed to fight unless Mistress Belzerial allows us to."
Something in Sangreala's heart wavered when she said that, she had a very bad feeling that Garmak wouldn't give half a damn about Belzerial.
Lady Bisen turned, winding her blackened claws around the man's shoulders. "Indeed. And you fight well, orc...Those axes shall be reforced to be stronger and faster."
Garmak picked up his axes, examining them, then slides them into his sheathes, he looks over to the fel-sworn, nodding slowly. "Yes..Mistress." he then looked over at the Sin'dorei "Your mistress is not mine.." he growls lowly.
Sangreala could not bear it, she clenched her fists, she gritted her teeth and began going red yelling at Garmak "What?! Do you think this treason will go like that Garmak?! As soon as the mistress finds out this will be bad for the -both- of us!" The use of his name did not seem to appease the Orc as Lady Bisen spoke "Silence, elf. Your mistress is blind if she believes we can act alone. The willing must be taken into our fold." How could she say that to one of her only kin?! Sangreala's rage was anything -but- soothed as the Orc growled over and the Sindorei "Use my name again..and your tongue will be following where your nose always goes.." his fists go to ball up his knuckles whitening.
Sangreala could not bear it anymore, that was -it- as she sneered to Garmak "Awww, did I hurt your precious little feelings Garmak? Man up." She scoffed at him.
Garmak grunted and steps forward, launching his leg forward attempt to boot her into the stomach and send her reeling out the door with his new added power, this worked excellent as Sangreala flew six damn meters backwards landing on her back, she thinks she broke a few ribs but she hardly cared, her spare hand began to secretly write down the runes she had learnt from Lady Bisen into the ground, if the Orc will charge, he will be her first sacrifice to the twisting nether.
Garmak snarled over at the Sin'dorei who has been kicked out the door, "Learn your place..whore." Sangreala understood that he would not charge, and simply left... She did not care where, she just needed to think and practice Sangreala clenched her fists as she walked away "I'll get back at him one day... But not yet, I have too much to learn, and too much to risk to fail now."
Sangreala sat down near a fungus-tree hybrid, that seemed to be breathing... She took no notice as she began practicing, hurling her bolts of shadows and casting curses at the air, she had improved greatly... But yet she had so much to learn, she ranted on to herself as Alsatia came by.
Alsatia 's head is lowered as she strides close, the Knight making no attempt to quieten her approach. "... I hope it doesn't bother you, but I was eavesdropping on you and Lady Bisen."
"On which manner?"
"The... Felblood."
"What of it?"
"You seemed curious. You haven't consumed it before, have you?"
"No... Not yet."
"Do you plan to?"
"Yes... I will go to -every- length, in order to leave this... Pathetic, existence."
Alsatia strides closer, with delayed, purposeless steps. The Knight eases her back against the softly-breathing tree stump. "What's so pathetic about it?"
Sangreala looked up to the Death knight, and simply folded up her sleeves, endless scars and marks of beating, her expression remained furious "Evertything... Look at me, I am scarred, beaten, broken!!!"
Alsatia does look at the girl, her head rolling to the side. "That does not mean you are pathetic. If you can keep going, if your will holds, you are much stronger than that Orc."
This made Sangreala feel better... But raised her suspicion as well, who was this Death Knight for caring of her fate? "My will is what that will hold me through this whole thing Alsatia... I will -never- break, not untill I have my goal complete." She sneered a bit as Alsatia slides her thumb over the hilt of her runeblade, idly. "Is ingesting... -that-.... truly necessary to fulfil your goal? There are other ways to accrue power, Simply that it takes longer, does not make it an ineffective road to strength." Sangreala knew of this too well, but she refused to let -anyone- know her true intentions of wanting to become a Fel-sworn... She refused to show that weakness.
The mistress and Lady Bisen passed on by speaking of a matter, Sangreala did not listen as she waited for them to leave earshot range as she continued speaking "Don't you get it Alsatia? It's not only power... I want to be free of feeling, of the burden of mortality!" Alsatia eyed the Fel-Sworn pair as they passed. Her gaze flits down to Sangreala. "Mortality is not a burden, it is a treasured gift. Mortals can ascend to great heights. Liberation from feeling is not liberation at all - let me assure you of that."
Sangreala frowned to Alsatia "I have my own reasons to hate emotion..." She kept a hateful gaze to the surface of the water as she stood "Mortals can never ascend as high as gods." She frowned.
Alsatia 's head turned to the girl. "... It's a downwards spiral, Sangreala. Once you start on it, returning is a dangerous, nigh-impossible struggle."
Sangreala spoke bitterly, memories flooding her mind of the harsh hand in her childhood "Then I guess, I won't be coming back..."
Alsatia pushes off from the stump with a heavy sigh. "They left that oaf of an Orc and Astia alone." Starting off, the Knight pauses on the path.
Sangreala followed, and as she paused she pulled out a transparent Purple orb, gazing into it and focused, and soon her reflection showed upon it... She had successively made her first Soulstone, this was her backup plan in case things went against her.
After a while of waiting, Sangreala saw the two fel-sworn return to the smithy, she followed short after to see Lady Bison Marianna tapping her cloven hoof upon the stone table. "Has the prisoner been a good guest, orc?" Astia's response was cynical "Oh, yes. I've only screamed... three times?" As she grinned to Lady Bisen, only to break into a scream as Gromak pushed three fingers into one of her wounds hooking his fingers there.
The torture went on for a bit, idle conversation tossed here and there but mostly that time was spent in silence, at last Lady Bisen made some remark and left, only to come back quickly with a metallic mask, holding the imprint of a humans face as she handed it to Belzerial.
Belzerial spoke with Astia for a bit, for some reason Sangreala's ears were ringing so she could not understand a single bit... The presence of Fel in this room was overwhelming to her, she could feel herself tingling with every wave of corrupted arcane that hit her, after a while Sangreala looked and saw the two Fel-sworn granting him the grace to serve them in return for their blood, how did she understand that with her ears ringing she did not know... Her fists clenched, a voice whispered in the back of her head her face went red as she forced one of Belzerial's eerie smile upon her own face "Mistress Belzerial, may I ask a three worded question quickly?" She asked for permission.
Belzerial continued to adjust the straps, bars and clasps of the face-mask. "If you must." Sangreala nodded "What, the f**k." She yelled she was in a state of mind numbing rage, she wanted to kill, to slaughter that damn Orc, to feast upon his entrails and end his life! The more pain the better! "I would give my -life- to serve you, all I asked was for you to teach me or atleast grant me to do your bidding for your blood, and instead you give it to the Orc?! The the same person that has been defying you in every turn?!?!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, Belzerial simply walking out and past Sangreala without a single remark to her "Life isn't fair, my pet. Lady Bisen, would you mind seeing to the noise nuisance?" As she simply walked away into Caer darrow.
Marianna turned upon Sangreala. In three strides the demoness was upon her. Quietly she lifted her hand, as if to smack the woman. Quietly, however, the woman lowered her hand and in a soft, achingly sweet voice she whispered: "What is your heart's wish, Lady Sangreala?"
Sangreala was baffled, frightened, enraged, mournful, and in love, her mind was splitting apart like the Outlands, as she muttered in a pathetic sad tone, dropping her gaze and her ears at the sight of Lady Bisen's calm response, she was her better... "My heart's wish... Is to take your path... Both your's, and Mistress Belzerial's, and I can not achieve that, no matter how hard I try..." She stuttered "I just want, to get it right..." She whispered faintly towards the end.
Marianna reached forward. She took the elf's chin between her blackened claws, the calcified flesh of her hands crackling and hissing faintly. The smell of fel was dizzying. Idly she drew her face around to stare up into the demon's burning gaze, "Why ever would you want to become a monster, dearest elf?"
This question baffled Sangreala, her senses were overwhelmed at the energy that the demoness was emitting, she quivered at her sight unable to look away " You are not monsters... You are perfection... This body, my body is weak! It is frail and broken..."
Belzerial quickly returned from her unknown stroll to stand near the table of torture devices as Lady Bisen continued "You will become broken. Your mind will wander. You will suffer. And you will be shunned." As Belzerial added "Perhaps, Lady Bisen, just perhaps..." Sangreala's thoughts roamed freely in her own mind, she could feel Lady Bisen simply staring through her and into her very essence, she felt naked... Exposed and frail compared to the being standing in front of her.
Belzerial gazed upon Astia's face-mask as she spoke, "... A similar experience would deter her." As Sangreala stuttered, unable to look away from the demoness's eyes as her eyes became glazed at the heavy scent of fel "It is not... Like that..." She shuddered a bit in what seemed to be delight "Sin'dorei are addicted... Treacherous..." As she stuttered faintly.
Marianna nodded solemnly. She hummed faintly. "Yes...That is a very good idea, Lady Caidrah." The woman smiled delicately, lips turning up to bear that grim pointed smile. "Would you like to see the army that you will join when you become like us?" Sangreala looked to her in confusion "You mean... The Legion?" as Lady Bisen nodded yet again "The army of Sargeras. You can see them, if you'd like." And just like that, with a single offer Lady Bisen had Sangreala in her net, unable to escape as her rage soothed down as she responded carefully "...I would like that... Miss Bisen."
"Caidrah, let us dispose of Astia. We can leave your ward here in the meantime and let her taste the legion's embrace." Lady Bisen spoke after a few seconds of silence as Belzerial simply nodded, Lady Bisen then released the woman's chin and held out her blackened hand. "Come then. I will give you the potion before I leave." As she approached the table full of potions and other vile substances.
Sangreala complied following her to said table as Lady Bisen inspects the collection of chemicals. Idly she plucks a single green vial up and holds it out to the girl. "This is an extract synthesized from remnants of the Vat."
"The... Vat? Miss Bisen?" Sangreala asked with interest as Lady Bisen nodded "A machine I constructed. Drinking it will put you in a brief trance. Within this trance you will pass into the Twisting Nether, where you will witness the Burning Legion march across worlds, The trance shall last for...A half an hour. It shall not be pleasant." That promise scared Sangreala more then any horde of angry humans... But she had to see, she had to know what she was heading into.
Sangreala narrowed her eyes a bit before speaking cautiously "I refuse to simply step down like this... If I descend into oblivion, at least I can know of it..." As she carefully drank the vile substance, it felt like drinking death as she took an old rag biting down on it and sitting on the floor, Lady Bisen told her something before she left, but it was too late... The trance has begun.
Sangreala was standing on a beautiful planet, everything was lush... She had seen Draenei, women and children happily roaming the fields, the world was serene and peaceful, and then with a flash of flames she had seen it, the Legions wrath coming upon these people with a wave of fury and death, she felt every death, every life taken was another added force to the Legion... It was mind breaking, she had seen the unspeakable horrors unfold, she was there. The pain quickly brought her to her knees as she tried to scream but no sound came up, she looked to her hand and she saw they had no scars upon them... She was younger, a child really when she had seen the same grimacing man standing over her... In his hand an empty bottle of ale as he spat at her and brought down his hand against her cheek, that hurt more then any broken bone as he began beating her savagely, he roared at her as she cried and sobbed silently being beaten down "THIS IS YOUR FAULT!! SHE DIDN'T HAVE TO DIE!!! YOU KILLED HER!!!" The voice was quickly ended as she was standing above a young Sin'dorei girl, her when she was younger... She hated herself, she began to beat her younger version with a rage she had never felt before, rage induced with a great sorrow, the beating quickly ended, Sangreala was herself again, standing a top a red cliff overlooking the hell fire peninsula where she had seen two figures roam entering a deserted building... She did not know who were they when a dark voice spoke behind her, the figure was there, and yet it was not... It looked like a male, then a female, then nothing as it continued to speak while morphing "You have seen our wrath, will you serve?" Sangreala tried to speak, but no sound came up... She broke out of her trance.
Sangreala sat there blankly, shuddering heavily as she bit down into the rag, her hands began flailing wildly as tears streamed down her face, she began plummeting her forhead against the table's cornere screaming at the top of her lungs in unmatched suffering, her forehead split open as she began bleeding, the Orc's ears folded backwards as she screamed as loud as a banshee.
Sangreala kept to her screaming, before suddenly nothing... She had felt a rip inside her throat and began spewing blood, her vocal chords tore themselves apart in her scream as she just collapsed back tearing heavily, she clawed madly at the walls, what is this place?! where is she?! what has she done?! Everything was wrong wrong wrong! As finally Miss Bisen returned from a portal opened in the smithy, Sangreala suddenly just collapsed back, her vocal chords ripping from the strain of her screaming as she coughed up blood in total silence, her eyes still wide and full of panic as she sat down hugging her knees tilting back and forth, her face covered in blood.
Alsatia spoke to Lady Bison "She does not seem to enjoy her glimpse of power..." As Lady Bisen spoke calmly eyeing the elf silently. She tutted. "Power? Her glimpse of consequence, Anyone can glimpse strength. Few can glimpse what will come from it." as Sangreala remained huddled tearing, her mind was racing, how could it all end like this?! It can't! it can't!
The following hour felt like a nightmare, she was there and yet she was not... She could hear, but she understood nothing, her very existence was contradicted as finally she understood a single sentence from the mouth of Gormak "She'll be granted death the way she goes.."
Sangreala ceases her soundless laughing, it felt like laughter at least as she rises to her feet stumbling back and forth tierdly leaning heavily on the table as she continues to drool blood all over herself, as she clenches her fist tightly, opening it to reveal a burning green stone as she Crushes it between her fist, gasping a bit for air properly as she spoke faintly in a whisper, probably the only sound she could make "D-death... Would come... To us all."
Alsatia 's stare softened, continuing to watch Sangreala, Lady Bisen took her seat upon the edge of the table. "To some of us." She said dully, crossing her legs and clasping her hands upon her upturned knee, Sangreala agreeing reluctantly and nodded "To some of us..." She agreed as she gathered herself a bit, still as pale as snow and breathing a bit heavily "Which is why... I choose t-to continue..." As she ran a sleeve over her throat wiping the blood from it.
Lady bisen smiled grimly. It was a long, tense pause before she spoke next. "Azeroth does not need to be destroyed. Humans. Elves. Orcs. We do not need to die here, We will have to show them. Force them. Save them from their own hubris, The army we face cannot be counted. It's generals are ageless. It's soldiers do not need to eat. It's spies not need to sleep. The Legion has thrice invaded our world and were only kept from utterly devouring it by great sacrifice, What will we have to sacrifice next? Our lives? Our homes? Our children and friends?"
Sangreala nodded briefly as she stoop up a bit more straight her eyes returning to their dull expression "You are right, at times... These people do not know the best for themselves... We would be saving them all." She lowered her gaze to her hands "By all means." She clenched her eyes tightly and walked outside silently, tears streaming down her face as she ran to the dock falling on her knees looking down to the water to see her face... It was not hers, it was scarred and broken... Who was she?