Dark times...

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Days passed, and things changed rapidly. A plaguebomb was released in Booty Bay and of course it was Mistal himself who had to see it for himself. What he forget to take in calculation was that there could be a chance for Demon hunters to wander around the Port as well. The encounter with the Demon hunter called Fala'thorai was anything but pleasant. Although he was caught off guard by the demon hunter, the only damage he had taken was a bullet through his left arm.

As Mistal sat behind his desk, hands clenched his chin resting upon them, he calculated his next moves. Riegen had given her word to find him some warlocks… He knew there would be a slight chance that she would succeed. No Warlock would ever say that they used the gift of the Legion, no they would try to say they were just simple mages with some fire spells.

They have no other chance to survive but to lie.

His eyes narrowed, the thin lips of the demon thinned more when he let his tongue move along them. “I need the aid of my brothers and sisters…” He said as he tilted his head and leaned back in his chair. The silence in the room made Mistal feel restless. He haven't had the time to make proper plans yet. This plaguebomb made it all just more difficult to get his ideas into plan. The Legion would not wait, they wanted to have proof. They wanted to see Mistal succeed in the task they had given him. And still here he sat behind a desk calculating his next move.

You should make them feel what it is to be a Lord, Mistal'aerix.

“Yes… I need to show them that we Fel-sworn should not be taken lightly.” He shoved his chair back from the desk and pushed himself up from it. He paced through the dark room and drew bright green sigils in the air. They would give the room a greenish look as he continued drawing one sigil after the other. His lips moved as he whispered one demonic phrases. The air in the room began to feel heavy as Mistal continued the ritual. Then Mistal's eyes closed and the laugh of demons filled his ears, when he opened his eyes again, he stood within a circle of Demons staring at the Fel-sworn.

“Welcome Mistal'aerix.” The voice of the Dreadlord said as he nodded at Mistal. Then the welcoming of two other demons followed and Mistal would stand there smirking as he looked about at the demons encircling him. “I need guidance…” Mistal'aerix said as he finally laid his eyes upon the Dreadlord.

Foolish questions and demands are not tolerated within this circle.
Foolish questions and demands are not tolerated!

“And so you will be granted the guidance… find stronger allies… not the mortals, find stronger ones.” The Dreadlord smirked. “Or have you forgotten that Azeroth has more to offer than useless mortals?” Mistal looked surprised at the Dreadlord. “I do not follow.” The circle burst out in laughter as they stared down upon the Fel-sworn. “Fool! Travel to the Blasted lands and await me at the Dark portal!”

Fool, await you Lord at the Dark portal
Await your Lord at the Darkportal

With those words, the air around Mistal seemed to be succumbed from his lungs. His eyes were forced closed again. Minutes later he opened his eyes and he was back in the room. His muscles tensed his head aching. “The dark portal.” He said as he got himself back to his feet and walked over to the door…

To be continued.

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The dry environment that surrounded the large portal that connected Azeroth and Outland was rough. Well at least to the eyes of innocent mortals, who those who never dared to face what was beyond words and stories. This was the place where war had started years ago…

Mistal stepped closer to the large stairs, his eyes narrowed – protecting them from the raging wind and the whirling sand – his jaw tensed. He stepped as he had reached the steppes and looked about. This world was nothing more than a play ground for demons, especially for the one he was about to meet.

His gaze got pulled back at the steppes as a blue circle appeared before him, followed by green circles that would lower themselves onto the circle. Seconds later the Dreadlord came forth from the summoning circle and nodded at Mistal. “You have come… Good. Since now it is time to discuss your next steps.” The Dreadlord said as he stepped down the large steps and stopped on step above Mistal's. He stared down upon the small Fel-sworn, his expression hidden behind a mask of cold demonic features.

“Why did you let me come all the way here?” Mistal'aerix waved his hand around the environment, but kept his gaze focused upon the Dreadlord. “I do not fancy long walks, or flights.” A burst of laughter echoed against the large tops of the mountains surrounding the portal. “You have come here to discuss things, Mistal'aerix… Do not doubt my actions.” He cleared his throat and nodded yonder. “As you may be aware, these lands weren't always like this… And since the history of the wars mankind does not dare to set foot here, unless they think there is something terrible about to happen.” A grin spreads across the thick lips of the Dreadlord. “That is the reason you have come here, fel-sworn.”

“My minions have informed me that you have disposed yourself of the cult…” Mistal looked at the Dreadlord in surprise. “They have? Seems nothing goes unseen.” Mistal smirked at the demon, his hands placed on his waist. The demon raised a hand creating a shadow bolt and smirked. “They have indeed… Now find yourself some allies who know how to do their job… You have been mingling with mortals far too weak to get anything done here on Azeroth. I think it is time you find more experienced mortals, demons and other powerful beings to ally with.” The demon snapped his fingers and the shadowbolt moved fast for one of the smaller boulders that stood before the portal. As the shadow bolt made his impact Mistal nodded slowly. “I believe I was done with these mortals, yet you send me out to find me some more.” Mistal turned to walk down the stairs but the Dreadlord grabbed him by his hair. “Do not doubt my actions, Mistal'aerix, since it is I who can strip you of your powers!” He pushed Mistal, causing Mistal to spread his wings and take him down the stairs uninjured.

Mistal glared at the demon before he got himself together and nodded in respect. “Then… I shall once again put effort into finding myself some worthy mortals.” Mistal would walk off but the sound of a throat being cleared made him look back over his shoulder.“What?” The Dreadlord had already began his teleportation spell but decided to give Mistal one last hint. “Find those you have fought with before, or those you tried to resist from falling into the Nether. Be quick, we cannot wait much longer.” With those words the demon teleported elsewhere. Mistal sighed and looked up in the sky, spreading his wings and took off.

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Once again the Fel-sworn sat behind his desk, pondering his next moves. He knew that he had lost a few potential allies by his doings. Nevertheless he would make sure that what his plans were – with or without those allies – he would bring them to a good end.

His hands were clenched and his chin rested on them, his eyes focused on the door that would give entrance to any fool. A sly smirk made his lips curl as he thought about it. Still Seizael wasn't resurrected. He shrugged the thought off. Not that it would change anything, the fool only stood in his way with his rational thoughts. The smirk faded again as Mistal lifted his chin from his hands and leaned back in his chair. He let his eyes veer over the four corpses that were spread through the small room.

“You were warned, and yet you did not listen.” He turned his right hand, making it face his desk. Green flames began to fill his hand. From one of the corpses smoke raise up into the air. Slowly flames began to devour the dry flesh on the bones of one of his victims. Mistal'aerix stood up and paced along the edges of his desk turning his hand again and looking down on the corpse that was taken over by fel green flames.

Yes let it burn, release the powers the Legion has granted you.
The gift of the Legion, make it feed upon those corpses.

The voices in his head made Mistal fill the room with the sound of his demon laughter, echoing against the solid walls of his room. He raised both hands and fire erupted from ever hole of the corpse. Mistal looked back over his shoulder at his desk at a small vial of Fel blood. The smirk appeared on his lips again.

“This will convince her…”

Yes… The Felblood will make her understand again.
Make her see that the Legion shall protect both herself and her child.

Mistal nodded and looked back at small pile of ashes, all that was left from the corpse he had set on fire minutes earlier. He kneeled beside the ashes and let his hand move through it.

“They do whatever I tell them to… Or they shall feel my wrath.” The words came out as a leather wisp on a marble floor. And with that he stood up again, snapped his fingers and let the vial with felblood levitate towards him. He grabbed the vial and placed it between his robes. He chuckled softly as he made his way to the door and opened it.

“Now… A visit to my dear cousin…”

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blood
death
coiled skin

Those were the scents that filled the office of the Fel-sworn as he sat behind his desk.

She has betrayed you, and so she will be punished.
So she will be punished.

“Silence!” The shout echoed against the walls of the office. “I may have given you two the right to advise me, but you will not influence my behavior or judgements!” Mistal'aerix rose from his seat and began to pace through the room. “She had betrayed me yes, so did the Assassin. Both they are equally guilty of betrayal and therefore they shall be punished. But not before I have succeeded!” He stopped and folded his hand. The fel activity within the office grew stronger as he held his fist clenched. “None shall oppose me.”

None shall oppose you…
None shall oppose you…

“Good.” The Fel-sworn smirked as he turned to face the two demons. The two sisters would have set any man's heart on fire with their looks. Mistal'aerix knew better. He knew that beyond that beauty lay power beyond imagination. On himself he could not kill the two, with more on his side, he was. Question was if that was what he desired. “No…” He said as he slowly walked back to the desk. He placed himself on the edge of the desk. “I have given my orders to the mortals, as well as their allies. They shall do what I ordered them to, if they fail, or do not succeed, I will see fit that their days have been short lived.”

What you desire is not as important as what the Legion asks of you, Mistal'aerix.
Not as important as the Legion, Mistal'aerix.

Mistal narrowed his eyes as he took the words in with disgust. “You are here to advise me, you are not here to doubt my decisions.” He looked back at one of the corpses that lay on the ground. “That Druid tried to change my decisions, and it had brought him nowhere…” A cold laugh filled the room. “… Well it did bring him to the Nether.”

Where our brothers and Sisters feed on his pitiful soul…
They feed on his soul.

They laughed in sync as they both turned to look at Mistal. Mistal eyed the two women back with an unpleasant expression on his demonic face. “The two of you have been less effective than I had hoped for. Hopefully you two will bring me more luck when the time arrives.”

We do not bring luck… Mistal'aerix we are here to serve the Legion.
Not luck, but to serve.

The echoing voices began to fade and so did the women. Mistal's face lighted up as if he was released from a huge burden. He lowered himself again and walked over to one of the shelves. He reached for a book and turned the pages. Demonic characters written in purple ink glowed a fel green as Mistal'aerix began to read the words out loud. Mistal suddenly closed the book again and inhaled deeply as he walked over to his desk and grabbed his staff. “Soon my powers will demolish the mongrels of The Light… I only need my minions to finish their researches.” With that said the Fel-sworn placed the book back where it belonged and made his way to the door, unfolding his wings on the way out. It took him just seconds to bring himself into the air and move to an unknown destination…

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It had taken the demon days to settle himself. He had a lot to consider since the final meetings with either demons, mortals and even Forsaken. A human had came to him with information about an artifact, a very interesting artifact to be exact. The mage had spoken about a Crown, that would grant the owner significant powers. Yet Mistal'aerix did take the information with wariness as the mage could have been fooling him. The demon released a dark chuckle. “He would be mistaken.”

Another few days passed and Mistal'aerix finally arranged a meeting with a Doom-guard by the name of Ara'gazhi. Although the demons had not always been the best of friends. The urge to speak with a fellow demon who dwelled with the mortals on Azeroth, like himself arose. The demon had warned him about a variety of dangers that were on Azeroth. He also told Mistal just as his Dreadlord lord; to fight among other Demons, instead of Mortals. Yet Mistal'aerix knew that the demon was right. Any other demon would have been mocking the Fel-sworn. Mortals were bound to their believes and morals, yet Demons did not, they served the Legion for one reason only. Destroying worlds and conquer the universe.

As the words of the Doom-guard and those of the Mortal ran through his demonic mind. He placed himself on a sandbank within the red environment of Hellfire peninsula. His lips curled up into a sly smirk as he reached for the hilt of his trusted demonic staff. The sparkle increased in size as the fingers of the Fel-sworn clenched themselves around the hilt. Mistal'aerix glanced down upon the staff letting the small flames flare up in his eye sockets. “My brothers and sisters will need more proof… They shall get it. I will send them a few souls to devour within the Nether…. And soon they shall believe in me, look up at Mistal'aerix.” As Mistal slowly got back to his feet, he let his gaze move over the environment. He stretched his arm into the air, aiming the head of the staff towards the Nether. He closed his eyes and exhaled, the top of the head began to glow a fel green as he channeled energy through the hilt. Slowly the whole staff got a fel-ish glow over it and the Fel-sworn's eyes flared open. Releasing a beam of Fel energy into the air. “I will cancel my plans and I will seek the aid and support of my brothers and sisters!”

It is not too late to gain the aid and support from my kin, they will help me acquire my power and so will the mortals. Here on Draenor I will seek my new artifact and then I shall return to Azeroth, even more powerful, stronger and make sure that the Crown of power will become mine!

The words echoed within the demonic mind, boosting his confidence and making him even more determined to see everything that opposes him to be taken down. He inhaled deeply and the beam would fade slowly. His eyes narrowed as he pulled his inner energy to a rest again. He placed the staff on the ground and drew a sigil over the staff. Two giant voidwalker hands pulled the staff into a small void portal. Mistal turned on his heels and unfolded his wings. As he took a few steps he made his wings lift him up in the air. The demon had a new destination to visit, and so he let his wings carry him to that destination.

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Rocks in the Nether stood still in the timeless parts of the Nether. Mistal sat silently on one, concentrating his energy within his demonic body. The flames in his eye sockets were blazing as he let his mind touch the comfortable but restless flows of the energy inside him. Surrounding him on the same rock there were four small chaos bolts. Mistal smirked as he found the right amount of energy and stretched his arm, drawing a sigil that would burn itself in the black entity that surrounded himself and the rock. The four chaos bolts began to thin and merge with one and another, creating a square around the Fel-sworn. A slight nod and the square filled with fel energy lowered itself on the ground, burning itself into the solid rock's surface.

The crackling sound of another sigil that was drawn in the air made the Fel-sworn's ears twitch. A circle shaped sigil glowed before the Fel-sworn's eyes. With it faded and a ring burned itself within the square shape around Mistal. Slowly the Fel-sworn stood up and stepped over the two burning lines of the beginning pentagram. He looked into the Nether and grinned. The air had not much of a feeling to it, only the intensity of the energy lingered on the rock he was standing on. His hair touched his shoulders as he turned to look at the pentagram. He nodded at himself, amused to see his Gift of the Legion at work. He mumbled a phrase in Eredun and a vertical line burned itself in the surface, followed by a horizontal one. The Fel-sworn raised his arm and conjured Fel fire. The enrgy on the rock began to increase in tension, Mistal looked back over his shoulder and there they were. Far in the distance he could see his brothers and sisters. Eyeing the hovering rock on which Fel magic was being used. Their green eyes glowed just as small stars in the night sky. Slowly he brought his gaze back to the pentagram and the flames that blazed on top of his fingertips. He pointed his index finger at the empty space between the square and circle lines and mumbled more Eredun words. Runes in Eredun began to burn themselves into the solid rock, in the same order Mistal spoke the words.

As the demons began to crawl closer to the Fel-sworn who was working his magic. A beam of energy released itself from the circular shaped line into the air. The energy that came with it made mistal burst out in laughter. This was where he was living for, unleashing his power, empowering them when he had the chance. He looked back over his shoulder again. His lips trembling as he tried to hide his amusement. A Succubi had reached the large rock and hovered a few inches away from it. It's eyes stared deep into those of Mistal. Mistal nodded at the Demon in acknowledgement and turned fully to it. He inhaled before he spoke to the Succubi in demonic. “My brother, I have come here to empower my powers… The Gift of the Legion has to grow stronger, for I will fight on Azeroth.” The Succubi slowly moved closer to the rock. Once he had placed himself on the surface of the rock he walked closer to Mistal'aerix. “Mistal'aerix, do not waste your energy on those mortals.”

Mistal swallowed before he spoke again, this time his voice was lower and cold. “Speak.” The Succubi did not answer right away. It looked over Mistal's shoulder at the pentagram he had burned into the ground. Slowly veering his gaze back to look at the Fel-sworn he spoke. “The Light is a lost cause… Our superiors have not ended them, since they hang on to their faith with a passion, we demons will never understand. We see them as a foolish belief. Do not forget that their belief is what strengthen them, brother.” Mistal turned his back on the Succubi and looked back at the pentagram. “You speak just as Ara'gazhi did, days ago.” He clenched his hands. “I will see them killed… I will get rid of their faith! They will pay for their ignorant and foolish actions!”

Silence. . .

“You will not prevail, end this mission, as it will be your death, Mistal'aerix.” The Succubi slowly raised himself up in the air and slowly hovered back to the other demons. They all stared at Mistal'aerix while he stood there, eyeing the pentagram, he raised both arms and stretched them forward. He channeled more fel energy into the pentagram and smirked. “I will cancel my fight against the Light, brothers and sisters…” The words were said with disgust, but they were sincere. Mistal would never turn his back against his kin. Not even if they convinced him that the Light was a good thing. His brother and sisters were the only ones who could help him in the battle that was about to come. They would pay by his rules, because they trusted him, and he trusted them in return.

“Continue with empowering your powers and you will have our aid when the time comes, Mistal'aerix.” With a curt nod the Fel-sworn responded to the demon's request and lowered his hands to his sides.

Defeated. . . Angry. . . Driven by hate. . .

That was how the Fel-sworn felled when he lowered himself on the rock again and looked at the pentagram. He mumbled a few phrases and the fel energy would reduce in the air around him. The lines thinning on the ground until there were only scars left on the surface of the rock. The Fel-sworn was defeated by the truth, something that happened seldom… yet it did happen to him not many minutes ago. But the Fel-sworn did not see it as a full fledge defeat, no. He saw this as another opportunity. His brothers and sisters had given him a tip, to become stronger to gain more power. And now he knew that it was up to him where he got himself the power from. With that in mind the Fel-sworn unfolded his wings and let them raise him up in the in air, flew up in the air in a spiral movement and raised one of his hands, conjuring a chaos bolt as he did so. He lowered his hand and dove towards the rock, releasing the bolt of chaos onto the rock. As the bolt impacted in the surface of the rock, he flew up again towards Netherstorm. Where he would begin his feast on others, to gain more power.

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Dust rose as the wings of the Fel-sworn made their last flapping moves before the demon's feet touched the ground. He stood on the edge that looked over a field, wandered by all sorts of demons. Ones that were still remaining to fight off the Draenei who once in a while came here to fight the demons in return. The eyes of the Fel-sworn focused on one particular demon among the others. A Darkhound who was devouring a limb of one of his former victims. The Fel-sworn smirked as he raised a hand and brought it up with conjured Fel-fire. He let his wings carry him down the edge of the mountain he stood on, and onto the ground meters away from the hound.

The Darkhound was too occupied with his meal and did the raging fel-fire not coming, causing the flames to strike the demonic hound in its waist. Mistal let out a dreadful laugh as he conjured another hand of Fel-fire. The hound stood up and revealed his sharp teeth. As it released a quick demonic bark it ran over to the Fel-sworn ready to set his teeth into the demon's skin. The second ball of Fel-fire made its way for the hound, with a quick jump the hound maneuvered and dodged the ball of Fel-fire. Mistal's eyes widened as he did not see that coming and raised his left arm up to protect himself. The hound jumped another time and placed his fangs into the demon's arm. Mistal let out a grunt as he turned his body with full force. The move was meant to throw the hound from his arm again, but with no success. The hound forced his teeth further into the skin of the Fel-sworn, causing some blood to run from the demon's arm. Mistal narrowed his eyes as he grabbed the creature in its neck. With brute force he pulled the dog from his arm and threw it against the wall of the mountain. A shrieking sound escaped from the hound as he was thrown against the massive wall. The Fel-sworn mumbled a demonic phrase and two sigils appeared before him. Then the hound began to pull itself into a ball, releasing some smothered shrieks and barks as it fought the pain inside of him. The Fel-sworn conjured a chaos bolt in his hand. With his other he moved among the ball in a horizontal motion, causing the bolt to become a Chaos sphere. He raised it and threw it at the Hound, striking the creature in its belly. With a final shriek and some pants he finally drew his last breathe and its body relaxed.

The Fel-sworn raised his arm to inspect the injury it had taken. Blood ran over his arm through two woulds. He smirked. “These foul beast know how to fight, after all… Good.” He slowly walked over to the corpse of the just killed hound. He lowered himself and let his fingers ran over the fur on the creatures body. The smirked became a grin as he grabbed the chaos sphere and made it disappear again. Then he brought he hand to the wound that was created by the sphere. He brought his other hand to the wound as well and placed his index and middle finger into the wound. So did he with his other hand. Without any expression of emotions he ripped the fur apart. He laughed as he looked down at the Fel blood that began to ran down the stomach of the beast. He lowered his head and began to drink from it.


After the Fel-sworn was done drinking he stood back up and looked down on the creature. “Delightful.” He said and snapped his fingers. Fel fire ignited inside the creature causing it to slowly eat away it corpse, leaving nothing of it to be recognized. Mistal let his eyes wander about the field again, finding his second target.

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Fel blood slowly ran against the foots of the Fel-sworn. The demon let his gaze fall upon the slaughtered demon's spirit he held up in his right hand. The small purple crystal had a bright glow to it, which slowly began to fade as the spirit which inherited the shard began to settle within. The Fel-sworn released a burst of laughter as he looked up at the Nether again, fueled with the pleasant feeling of accomplishment.

“Collecting soulshards is not what will achieve your goals, Fel-sworn.”
“Collecting shoulshards will not achieve your goals.”

Mistal'aerix let his lips curl into a sly smirks as he placed the crystal between his robes and turned to face the two demons. “Nor would you two, standing in my way.” The flames in his eyesockets danced as Mistal looked at the two. Without any hesitation he brought his free hands up and conjured two Chaos bolts and aimed them at both demons. “And so I suggest that the two of you leave me be.” As a reply to his words the two women began to laugh.

“It is not us, who stand in your way, Lesser one.”
“We came to bring you a message, of one of the Lords, Mistal'aerix.”

Mistal raised his brows in surprise, and lowered his hands again. “Then speak, women, as I do not tend to linger around here for much longer.” As one of the women smirked at Mistal the other grinned.

“You have been given tasks, yet you have not achieved any of them. The Lord is growing wary of your obedience.”
“The Lord does not tolerate disobedience, Lesser one.”

As both hands clenched Mistal took a step forward. “As long as I do not betray the Legion, and strengthen my powers to become more powerful to fight for the legion, the Lord has nothing to be wary about.” He looked down at the ground on which he stood and snapped his fingers. A few small rocks levitated into the air between himself and the women. Circling while Mistal lifted his eyes to eye the two women. “And yet, it seems this is not all of what has to be said, not?” His voice was low, and his words were sarcastic as he said it.

“Mistal'aerix, you will return to Azeroth as it is there what you seek.”
“What you seek, can be found on Azeroth.”

Both women waved their hand at their surroundings.

“These wandering demons have no value to you or your powers, you may drink their blood, consume their souls, but they will not be of any use to you.”
“Therefore you will have to return to Azeroth, to continue your search for power.”

A sparkle of blue energy appeared between the two women and slowly they faded again. Mistal looked at the small rocks hovering in mid-air.

Then I shall make my return, but I will not return to the Catacombs, too many of my foes know of the whereabouts therefore I shall find myself a new base…

With that thoughts in mind the demon unfolded his wings, and let them carry him up into the air, flying towards the Dark Portal.

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Four days later…

A corpse, laid upon the desk of the Fel-sworn. He perked a brow as he took the corpse in. A woman, about thirty to thirty-five years of years. Blond hair covered her face, around a neck she wore a necklace made of pure gold, her clothes looked pretty expensive. The Fel-sworn drew a sigil in the air, the air within the room began to cracking of the Fel energy that was released by the spell. Soon from her nostrils, ears and mouth fel-fire erupted. As Mistal watched how the corpse got consumed by the flames that feasted on the flesh, his hands clenched to fists.

A day later…

The Fel-sworn was sitting behind his desk. A small pile of ash what would be the remaining of the woman he cremated the day before stood at the top right of the desk. The Fel-sworn held a tome in his hand, the small flames in his eyes danced as he absorbed the words. Two simple knocks on the door made Mistal look up from his tome and snapped his fingers. At the snapping of the fingers the iron doors opened and a man who was very familiar to Mistal stepped into the office. Mistal's brows rose in surprise as he lowered the tome and smirked. “Greetings, Ish'tar.” Ish'tar replied with a simple nod and looked around the office. “So this is where you plot your actions… Hmm?” He brought his gaze back onto Mistal who had made his way around the desk and stood just a few steps away from Ish'tar. “Indeed… now explain to me why you are here.” The energy in the room increased as Mistal clenched his fists awaiting Ish'tar's answer.

“I take it you received my fine, and interesting gift?” He grinned at Mistal taking a few steps closer. “It was a fine catch, yet I had nothing that she could be assigned for, so I killed her and thought of you. Therefore I let one of my minions take her to you as a…” He looked over at the desk and saw the pile of ashes. “… As a object to test your skills…” Mistal looked back over his shoulder and smirked as he turned his gaze back to Ish'tar. “Ah yes… but sadly it did not serve as a fine object to test upon.” Mistal slowly walked over to Ish'tar and placed his index finger against the chest of Ish'tar. “No… to find me a perfect test object, why would you not send me Imaera?” Without a sign Mistal raised his hand up and let fel magic rage around his hand and slammed his fist in Ish'tar's face. Ish'tar stumbled back and shook his head. “Now that was inappropriate, and rather pathetic too… Seeing the outcome of this.” Ish'tar grinned at Mistal as he raised his right hand and conjured a ball of shadow. With a yell he threw the ball at Mistal. Mistal smirked and wagged his finger at Ish'tar. “Not here, Ish'tar, here you will fight by… my rules.” He dodged the shadow bolt and raised both hands. From the ground four green chains raised up like snakes. With a simple hand gesture the chains went for Ish'tar catching both arms and legs. With a groan Ish'tar looked up at Mistal. “W-what?!”

Mistal drew a sigil and smirked. “Oh we are far from done… ‘mentor'." The chains began to glow a brighter fel-green. Ish'tar kneeled down by the agony that was caused by the sigil. He looked up and laughed. “You are foolish, Mistal'aerix! Fel magic… against me?” he spat as he tried to break the chains by pulling his arms out of their grip. “Tell me… ish'tar, what was the true reason for this surprising, yet fine visit?” He walked over to ish'tar and took his chin his in claw like right hand. “Hmm?” A creepy dark looking smirk crossed his lips, the determination of death sparkling in his eyes. Ish'tar tried to shake his head from Mistal's claw, but without success. “The Legion… You betrayed us!” Mistal perked a brow. “Betrayal? Is this what the legion assumes that I am doing? Betraying the Legion?” Mistal let go of ish'tar's face and walked back to his desk. “Then speak messenger…” As he slowly let himself slip behind again he raised his right hand conjuring a chaos bolt.

Ish'tar glared at Mistal, and decided to speak nevertheless. “Your oath to another nor servant of the Legion is betrayal, Mistal'aerix. Now that you control your powers better and have learned how to survive on this darned planet, I take it you would have known that as well.” He smirked as he mocked Mistal. “Oh yes, the oath… good news spreads as a fire… not?” Mistal replied. “And now you believe that I would have been interested to share with you and the legion what made me decide to fight a whole new cause?” Mistal snapped his fingers and another pulse of Fel energy ran into Ish'tar's skin. Mistal chuckled as he watched how the other Fel-sworn tried to resist the agony. “Oh but that is not all I did, Ish'tar. No… You see you underestimate me and my powers… Very sad… But I have feasted myself with the blood of other demons, such a pleasure for the tongue and nostrils.” Mistal moved his hand over the Chaos bolt and shaped it into a sphere. He moved his fingers along the energy sphere as he returned his gaze to Ish'tar. “They were nothing but servants of the Legion, whom in one way of another had no use to them.” He stood up and walked over to Ish'tar still holding the sphere in his hand. “You have been a great help in my training, yet your work is done and it seems the occasion arised earlier than expected. Yet I shall take full advantage of it.”

Ish'tar's eyes widened as he looked up at Mistal. “Y-you… You will not do this! The Legion will destroy you… Filthy mortal!” Mistal perked a brow. “Mortal…” With his free hand he rubbed his own chin for a moment. “Amusing… that is the word that will go with your corpse to Imaera and the others… Oh yes.” Mistal snapped his fingers and the sphere moved through the scaly hide of Ish'tar's chest straight for the heart. Ish'tar looked up Mistal and grinned. “Y-you will never be a true demon, filth.” Mistal raised his brows in anger and raised his left hand up. Soon a purple beam of energy connected the two Demons. Mistal cackled manically as he pulled the soul from the other demon. “May your soul serve me better than it did the Legion!” As the soul from Ish'tar began to leave the demon, and his he blew his final breathes, Mistal laughed. A shard of purple energy lay in his hand palm.

Mistal panted as he snapped his fingers and the chains which held the corpse of the Demon up straight opened and released the demon. They withdrew into the ground and the corpse fell on the ground. The Fel-sworn looked down on the fallen Fel-sworn and shook his head. “You had no idea what I was up to… and you could have been such a nice pawn in my strategic game… yet you had to bring death upon yourself before I had put you to good use.” Mistal turned and walked over to one of his shelves and placed the shard on the top shelf. “I will put you to good use one day.”

[ruwendje44]

Was it worth the pain, the effort?
Was it all just a dream, a desire?
One must find out what brought this burden upon its shoulders.
As it is only one who can find the strength to wield it.

The twisted mind of a twisted creature can focus on many things, but things had become unbearable for the Felsworn. Allies came to him. Enemies opposed the demon. The truth tried to pull him from the slumber he has been in for so many months. Yet the lies and deceitful events had driven the demon to his own exhaustion.

Rituals after ritual the Fel-sworn tried to fight his inner demon. The mortal he ones was. He knew that one day he would defeat it, but in order to do so, he had to succumb the Fel energy. The energy that had given him this perfect body, these godly features he loved. Yet they were not enough to fight his inner demon. He knew that one day he would have to turn fully to his masters and embrace them, his brothers his sisters, they will be a part of him some day, but not until he has defeated the inner demon.

Power comes with great responsibility.
You are not a demon, just a mortal who injected Fel blood to manipulate your own body.
Immortality is not granted by the blood of demons.

Words drove the twisted mind into a state of confusion. Were those words the truth or just words filled with envy and anger as they would never become what he is? The Fel-sworn raised his hand and drew a sigil. Slowly the air around him began to crack with the energy he released into the room he stood.

Before the Fel-sworn a cloak of shadows began to form, forming itself into a large wall of dark energy. The Fel-sworn lowered his hand again placing it between his legs as the wall of shadow formed a cocoon around him. Then there was only a cocoon of shadow, what was inside was a Fel-sworn feasting on the energy while plotting his next moves.

[ruwendje44]

“You are bounded to me, not to the blood or Legion anymore, Mistal.”

The claw like hands clenched into fists as Mistal looked over the edge of the hill he recently had his encounter with Loreith. The look on the demon in disguise's mocking expression burned on his retina. Slowly Mistal turned his head to the left looking down upon a bunch of Worgen wandering the bushy environment. A soft breeze began to play with Mistal's hair.

And how would one who found himself perfection itself, deal with these circumstances? How will your free yourself from this… bond? You pledged an oath and yet you want to keep the honour to your pathetic self.

The demon lowered himself on the edge, placing his claws against his temples rubbing them as he shook his head. “There will be a way, but first Loreith will grant me what he has promised!” Fel energy began to radiate stronger as the demon slammed his right hand onto the ground, creating a coiled handprint on the place where his hand had touched the ground.

The demon was torn by decisions he could not oversee. His hunger for power had pushed him into a dark hole of confusion, desperation. As he believed that he slowly defeated his inner demon, he yet had to fight another demon. One that had taken control over his own decisions. Loreith had showed his true form, and it was certain that Mistal would not stand a chance against such a superior.

As the Fel-sworn slowly got to his feet and shook his head again, realizing he has brought himself in grave danger he smirked. The smirk was filled with hate, rage and even bloodlust. Inside his head the words repeated themselves over and over again.

“You are bounded to me, not to the blood or the Legion anymore, Misttal.”

Mistal jumped off the edge of the hill. His wings broke the fall and as he slowly descended and waited for his feet to touch the ground again. Once he stood and looked over at all the trees, his ears twitched to the sounds of footsteps behind him. He turned and he let his eyes take the Forsaken Deathknight in. He quickly neutralized his own expression and nodded at the man. The Forsaken told Mistal that the demon was awaiting him and so Mistal slowly went back to his new master.