It felt like a day since Sangreala had went to practice, her mind was burning and the hunger was driving her crazy, the voices kept at their constant torment to her as she walked back, exhausted, to the old smith to find Caidrah rubbing her palms together as she smiled deviously to Sangreala, "Ah, there you are, my pet. I have taken the liberty of meeting your love for myself." Sangreala's heart sank, her eyes widened as she became more as she yelled out "You what?!" Mother simply kept at her devious smile "Worry not, Sangreala. I have not killed her." She assured her, but Sangreala knew better then to remain calm at her assurance... She was up to something.
"What did you do?" Sangreala asked, she could not pull her heart back up, not quite yet... Mother tilted her head, "We spoke for a short while, discussed certain matters. Then we parted." her lips never left their devious grin as Sangreala asked "What did you say?" Mother simply responded "We discussed your relationship, the fact that you are my daughter and that I don't trust her friends." Sangreala frowned a bit as she walked closer "You did something else... You have that smile of yours on."
Mother inhaled a sharp breath as she sneered, "If I had, I wouldn't hesitate to admit it. Infact, you make me wish I had. Just so that I could see your ego shatter." Sangreala gulped a bit as she went pale "N-no... None of that matter... I just got with good terms with one of her friends today..." Caidrah snorted as she paced over to the doorway, as she generally does. "Which?" Sangreala's mind struggled under the weight of her addiction, her body cried out for more of the blood she lusted for as she eventually blurted out weakly "Sathia." Mother laughed hollowly "Paranoid that I'm going to kill Kelarria? Or are you paranoid that I've told her every single one of your darkest secrets?" Sangreala's heart sank, she went pale... Her mind was attacked by rage, the voices barked violently "SLAY!! DESTROY!!" As Sangreala stared at Mother angrily "YOU DID WHAT?!" Mother paused to emit a prolonged chortle, "You see, your paranoia consumes you." Sangreala groaned a bit as she crossed her arms "Paranoia is what keeps us alive."
Mother narrowed her eyes, "I am hardly paranoid at all. I have no reason to be, I could eliminate every single one of those morons in that clique. You know it as well as I." Sangreala nodded once "Yes mother..." She began scratching at her arm again, biting her lower lip as she grumbled to herself. Mother arched a brow as she gazed down at Sangreala, "What now?" Sangreala simply shrugged unknowingly "Not a clue... This is driving me -crazy-." Mother kept at her raised eyebrow "The addiction?" This caused Sangreala to get cheeky... Perhaps that's what led to the following events? "No the fact I hate my clo- Yes the damn addiction!" "Continue with your attitude, my pet, and there will be no end to it." Was Mother's response... And it worked flawlessly, the thought petrified Sangreala.
Sangreala grunted and fell to her knees sweating and shaking her head "Please no... P-please! One dose..." She groaned as she went pale.
Mother simply smirked as she gazed down the bridge of her nose, "Slit your throat and I'll give you a dose." The thought actually appealed to Sangreala... No! She would not break, not so easily, she thought to herself as she spoke "A-are you serious?! T-that would kill m-me!"
Mother kept at her cold devious smile "Think about it, think about those last few seconds before your life force diminishes you would have quenched that thirst for more of my blood." Oh by fel the thoughts were intoxicating, the thought of red liquid drank like water... Of the sweet flavor of relief, the high afterwards... The surge of power! But no... No! The mission, remember the mission! Sangreala grunted a bit as she shook actually seeming to consider as she shook her head "No... I-I will n-not break... I will n-not end... Not like this..."
Mother lowered her tone to a whisper, only just audible. "Do it. Slit your throat, and you can gorge yourself on my blood before you die." Oh those thoughts... They were driven out! Her voices barked at them, they bared their teeth and scared away the need! Like when she was a little girl... They whispered in her head "You are ssssssstrong... Do not break! Don't you dare!" Sangreala groaned a bit as she stood yelling "I SAID NO!!" she yelled to the top of her lungs, Mother gave her a look... One that she could never forget, one of disappointment as she spoke "A daughter of mine would be able to carry out a mundane task such as this, but you? No, you are incapable, I am done with you."
"Done with you?! How dare's she?! Kill it! Burn it! Eat it while it screams!! Gorge yourself!!" The voices screamed as Mother walked away... Sangreala shot a bolt of shadows near her feet as she began arguing with her... To every thing she said, Mother had a cold sharp answer.
"You are not done with me!" "Aren't I?" "You are -not-!" "I regret ever believing you were capable of being my daughter, I see why you were unloved, in your past. I see why you've been treat the way you have."
Sangreala bared her teeth snarling at her, her hands lighting in a similliar display, although weaker of Fel-fire as she flinched "I will fight you teeth and nail to prove to you I am worthy!! Wether you want it or not!" Caidrah paused a moment to sneer, "You are a burden, leave my sight."
Sangreala sent a message in tears to her love... And began her long journey into exile... She made her way slowly to the Blasted land struggling with every step and every thought, her thoughts were dazed, her feet hurt but she marched on until she finally reached a valley, it was narrow and the land was scorched... In front of her, the dark portal.
"S-Sangreala?" Sangreala's heart sank, no no not now! Not here! She begged. Sangreala turned back to Kelarria, tears in her eyes as she worded out the word no, she simply shook her head slowly as she turned her gaze back to the portal. "Sang- Why are you leaving? What's wrong?" Kelarria asked, she showed genuine care... Something Sangreala had long forgotten, as she turned back tearing and shook her head again "Stay back!! Stay away from me!!" Sangreala could not bear it, she was disowned by everything... By everyone, "Why are you doing this, Sang? You said you never had someone like me, so why leave now?" Kelarria asked, she was stronger then Sangreala... She wasn't crying, she held together.
Sangreala broke into tears as she spoke "Leave me!! I begged you to hate me!! I begged you!" Her scars showed glinting against the light, her body felt weak and so did her mind, why couldn't she just leave her? "You begged me to but I don't hate you. Why do you want me to hate you?" Kelarria's voice was soft... Caring... Something Sangreala didn't deserve, "Leave! Weakness! Do not succumb!" The voices in her head yelled, they hissed, they barked at her thought to stay put as Sangreala wept as she turned away and began walking away "I'm a burden... I should have been dead in birth!" She walked slowly and painfully as she whispered "Goodbye... My love..."
Kelarria didn't give up so easily, she gave chase "Stop, Sangreala!" She yelled after her as she chased her, "I never said you were a burden. So why do you think you are no-" She quickly fell on her knees as Sangreala cast a curse upon her in order to weaken her... She hated herself, she attacked the one person she ever cared about... And for once in her life, the voices weren't there. Sangreala sobbed "You loved me... It made me weak! It made me a burden!" Sangreala hurled a bolt of green shadows towards Kelarria to push her back. Kelarria took the bolt straight to the chest, gasping loudly as she fell to her knees, and just standing upright again. Sangreala sobbed as she wiped her eyes, tears continued to stream down her scarred cheeks shifting on her scars as she attempted blast at Kelarria with a bolt of shadows "Leave!! I'm begging you!!"
Kelarria again takes the bolt to the chest, crying out in pain this time. She falls to her knees, and finds it hard to stand back up " ...Why, Sang?" She spoke in pain, Sangreala couldn't take it anymore... She just wanted to be left alone, and now she was attacking her love. Sangreala held her hand high, it glinted with a ghostly green light as she glared down to Kelarria with tears in her eyes as she simply shut off the curse and walked away "Forget me... Forget Sangreala... forget everything..."
Kelarria stood and started to half run, half stagger after Sangreala. "Stop.. Please.." As she caught up she put a hand on Sangreala's shoulder... It felt warm, it felt alive... Sangreala shook her head as she continued her march sobbing quietly, her fists clenching as she turned back to Kelarria and slapped her hard "STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!"
Moments stopped, the air stopped entering Sangreala's lungs... Everything felt wrong, everything was dead... She ran, she ran as fast as she could to the portal only to stop at it's entrance, she shook heavily as she stared up into the doorway to other worlds... She whispered in tears "So this is goodbye..." As she entered the portal sobbing, she heard Kelarria yell after her "Sangreala!!!" But it was too late, she had already moved to the other side... And she began to run, she did not know where, but she ran for what felt like hours until her legs gave in, her lungs felt like they were on fire as she fell on her knees sobbing and cursing at whatever she could... There was nothing, she was nothing!
She had no idea how long she sat there hopelessly, waiting for a roaming demon to come and put her out of her misery... One never came, she was alone, completely alone as finally she heard footsteps, she turned around to see Belzerial and Kelarria catching up to her as Kelarria spoke "...I won't let you go, Sangreala." Why?! Why does she come for me when I need to die?! Sangreala thought in her misery, her voices were conflicting among themselves "Kill her! No love her! Eat her! Kiss her! Wrong! Right! Up! Down!" They were tearing her apart from the inside as Kelarria spoke again "Sang.. Let's get out of this place.. Go back to Silvermoon.."
"I think not." Belzerial offered a devil's smile, "You now reside in Draenor with Sangreala." Kelarria spoke, her voice was fierce and had care in it... Why couldn't Sangreala be that strong? Why was she defending her? "I refuse to stay in this wretched place." Belzerial stepped forward, as she sneered down at Kelarria. "Kill you? I think not, you may ask your beloved what misery I put my captives through." Sangreala silently felt her cheeks slowly, tears constantly falling from her eyes.
Kelarria grabbed a portion of the broken shaft of her staff that was hanging by her side, about as long as a swords hilt. She holds it up for a bit, and a shimmering blue light extends along it. An icy blade, she spoke again "You're the one that made her like this, aren't you?" There was anger in her voice, anger from a caring source... Not just mindless rage as Sangreala knew. Belzerial unsheathed her own blade, "You are foolish to deny my authority over you, I have the strength to break every bone in your body, yet you stand against me."
Belzerial beared her teeth once again, as she gripped the hilt of her blade. Her burning fel green eyes felt as if they could stare hatefully into Kelarria's soul, she spoke in Eredun but Sangreala understood it all too well... "Come to my side my pet, your actions will be punished and rewarded by blood." Sangreala sobbed softly as she whispered faintly to who knows who "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." As she stood by Belzerial's side. "I suppose this is where I die, isn't it?" Kelarria spoke a bit sadly, she kept her gaze at Sangreala the whole time, a pleading look in her eyes as she clenched her hand around her icy blade. "What can I say, my pet? My daughter loves you." Belzerial spoke, she clenched her blade confidently with a devious grin "You can surrender, or I will take you by force." Sangreala pleaded Kelarria with her eyes, she shook her head in a begging manner.
Kelarria is quietly reaching into a pack behind her back, looking Belzerial in her eyes. "You will likely have to kill me." She breaks a small charm in her pack. Sangreala held her hands on her mouth as a gasp, almost on the line of a scream escaped her lips she stared at the lunging "Kelarria!!" She yelled with conern as she stared off at the blank space where she stood as Belzerial lunged her blade there, she quickly turned back and gave chase to her... The Fel-sworn was far too fast, and she quickly got near Kelarria to strike.
Kelarria looks at Belzerial. A slight snapping sound behind her back, and she threw her arm forwards, almost as if she was reaching out to Sangreala. A spike of ice shoots from the ground behind her, and impales her through her back, coming straight out of her. Sangreala let out a scream of terror as she looked to the impaled Kelarria, she ran over there darting over "KELARRIA!!!" She sobbed uncontrollably as her love fell off the spike of ice against the ground, her chest had a hole in it as she kept tearing sobbing uncontrollably looking down to her kneeling beside her body.
Belzerial sighed, as she stepped towards Kelarria's 'corpse'. Reeling her fist back, she smacked Sangreala in the face. "Get out of the way you moron! I tire of your childish behaviour for one day!" The slap burnt, it felt like she was slapped by a Fel-guard... That's when she realized it... This was a trial, Belzerial wanted to make her feel how it was like to be alone, to be truly without anyone... And it worked, Belzerial took Sangreala back under her wing, and ordered her to follow.
And so they returned to Deadwind pass, where this whole nightmare began... Sangreala hated this place, it brought back every painful moment of her breaking. She started digging a grave for Kelarria with her hands, she constantly took break to hold her hands... When suddenly she felt a soft press against her hand. Sangreala's eyes widened, she knelt down by Kelarria to speak to her in whispers... She was alive... Thank the gods she thought to herself as she cried silently and happily, Sangreala buried no one that day as Belzerial returned.
"Are you finished?" Belzerial held her cold stare as Sangreala nodded, Mother simply stared coldly in Sangreala's direction, "And have you forgotten?" To that Sangreala shook her head "I... I can not forget about her... But now... That does not matter now does it..." Her words were bitter and cold, she understood Mother now... She understood where she was heading. Mother inhaled a sharp breath as she stepped towards Sangreala, reaching around her as if to embrace her. "Now, my daughter, you will have no choice but to forget." Sangreala nodded once, speaking bitterly and hatefully... Mother seemed to like that "It will be washed away... All memory will... Love is weakness... A weakness I must remove..."
Mother put a hand to her cheek, as she turned her head towards her. Her long, black talons gently scraped the side of her head. "Indeed it is." Sangreala kept a dead look in her eyes, her lips were bruised and cut and the talons didn't seem to bother her as she spoke blankly "What happens now?" Mother then smiled, as she grasped Sangreala's hair in a bunch and yanked it back. Her claws raked Sangreala's cheek as she whispered in to her ear in a harsh tone. "... And what did you -hope- to gain by talking to me like I was filth?" It hurt greatly, Sangreala let out a short grunt at the yank as she closed her eyes a bit in pain "It was t-the hunger... The addiction makes me stupid! F-forgive me... Mistress..."
Caidrah snarled into her ear as she bit into the opposite cheek, "You think I will believe that nonsense?! You -disobeyed- me countless times!" Sangreala felt her scar opening, blood began to pour and squirt from her opened cheek as Sangreala grunted in pain at the bite but couldn't help but blush a bit "I tell you it was the hu-hunger!! Forgiveness! I'm s-sorry!" Mother snarled "I should rip your throat out, you whore. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't."
After a few long moments Mother cackled darkly as she licked the blood from her wound, releasing her hair as she pushed her to the ground. "You -fail- to give me a reason! All I hear is nonsense, nonsense and more nonsense!" Sangreala fell on her back holding her now opened cheek as she panted heavily and coughed a bit "B-because I am loyal... Because y-you know I would never betray you..." Mother simply snorted, she spat reddened saliva to the ground. "Stand up."
Sangreala stood up as commanded, she held her cheek, blood rushing down her neck as she panted a bit. Mother reeled back her fist as she stood, backhanding Sangreala across the face and as she'd reel back herself, she punched Sangreala in the shoulder. "What would be your worst fear, what would you hate for me to do the most, I wonder? Depriving you of my Blood only makes you into more an ignorant b***h, Killing your beloved only makes you stare at me blankly. What, then? What would terrify you beyond measure?" Sangreala grunts a bit as she stumbled back a bit and stayed quiet for a few moments, her cheek swelling up and getting blue as she finally spoke silently "Remembering my childhood..."
The memories flushed back... The beatings, the daily mental torment, the weeping... Every gruesome detail of it flushing her mind with sorrow and agony as Sangreala shook and went pale "M-my father used to hit me... He b-blamed me for his wife's death... I still have nightmares..." She went pale and stiff at the memories. Mother laughed, "First your mother," she then gestured to the disturbed earth, "... And now this." Sangreala began shaking a bit, her lips quivering as tears slowly brought to her eyes she whispered pleadingly "P-please... No..." Caidrah sneered as she lunged forward, grasping Sangreala's collar as she pulled her closer. "... And I'd have done much, much worse... His beating are -nothing- compared to what I will do to you." Sangreala gasped a bit as she found herself staring in the eyes of the woman infront of her as she stuttered, but couldn't seem to get any words out, eventually she managed to compose something "I-I was j-just a child..."
"Silence that quivering tongue, lest I break your jaw again. Wherever you tread, those behind you seem to fall ill or die in your wake." Mother began dragging Sangreala by her hair "We return to the plague lands." And tossed her forward on the ground as they began their long march...
A torn page, may be found... On a cold day, when the wind whistles in your ears in the dead wind pass, one might hear... One might see this story unfold.
"She never had anyone to call her own, in her life it felt like. She was scarred emotionally, physically.. But I cared for her anyway. I think I loved her, actually. Behind the scars on her body, the hard exterior, there was someone who just wanted to be loved. And I loved her. And she loved me too."
Kelarria rubbed her watery eyes as she recorded her thoughts, gritting her teeth to fight back the tears.
"She never had anyone, or anything. Except me. I managed to bring happiness to someone who desperately needed it. I know that soon, the Sangreala I loved will be gone. But that's all I need to remember. The good person inside of her."
A tear drops onto the page, leaving a wet spot. She moves away from her journal to wipe off her face, her lip trembling. She shook her head, and continued.
"If by some stroke of chance you ever find this, Sangreala... If I never get the chance to tell you in person... I love you. Until the day I die, I will remember you, and you will remain close to my heart. You aren't a monster, you aren't some ugly beast. You're more beautiful than I ever will be, and in those few short days, I loved you more than should have ever been possible."
Kelarria let out a quiet sob, walking away from her journal to recollect herself for a while. It'd be quite some time later.
"I hope that one day, after we both have died, we meet again. Or perhaps we are reborn, and our paths will once more intertwine. Goodbye, Sangreala."
What a strange day Sangreala thought to herself as she walked away from Eversong, towards the plaguelands... She went there to tell Kelarria a last time she would never see her again, that ended a bit oddly... She decided that if she could not save her then she would kill her to make sure that later she would not grow as powerful... What a strange little thought, ending a life in order to save one.
The battle, as one might expect went in Sangreala's favor... Having a Felhunter by your side when you are attacked by an arcanist is such a lovely advantage wouldn't you agree? Either way the fight went and left, and ended rather oddly... She attempted to kiss Sangreala, and well that ended up with a kris being driven through her chest... Sangreala tore out her heart and grinned, she was broken wasn't she? Dead inside, just like mother wanted... She took the heart, and returned to Caer Darrow with no remorse.
In the old smithy Sangreala saw quite a sight... She had seen Alsatia, dressed in a beautiful grey dress. Revealing, but classy... Possibly for the celebration Lady Bisen was preparing, and by fel did she look ravishing... "Miss Alsatia, is that you?" Sangreala asked, holding a vile grin as Alsatia raised her gaze to her, it was obvious she had just used the runes to transport "I uh,.. Well I... Yes." She seemed to struggle with her words as Sangreala spoke again, she felt no shame... No remorse, the voices in her head were soothed for now "You look absaloutly... Delicious." Her vile grin persisted almost as wide as her scars.
They have discussed for a while until Sangreala spoke at last "I came with an offer though..." Alsatia raised an eyebrow "What kind of offer?" Sangreala spoke, her voice was formal and cold "As you might see... I am still held by these pathetic little mortal feelings... Lust, sorrow, love all that nonesense... You will act as my relief, and in term I will give you all the shadow you wish for." Her hand simply leaked shadow, like a liquid fire all over as she grinned "It is the only thing you may feel... The cold beautiful embrace of it... Is it not?"
Alsatia straightened her back, her hand moving to seize Sangreala's, though gently. The elf recoils a little, her sights fixed on the other woman. "I'm not sure I understand what you're asking of me. Surely you don't mean..." Sangreala kept at her grin as she spoke formally "Wether it be inflicting pain or a mere kiss... You will fulfill my desires, and I in turn will grant you the only thing you may feel... You do not feel pain, you do not feel passion... It is more in the line of free shadow to you is it not?" Alsatia remained rigidly staring at her living counterpart, bewilderment crossing her normally-stoic features. "I am not a whore, Miss Sangreala. If you request something of me, I will do my best to comply."
"Do not consider it as prostitution... Consider it a means to get what you need, and a means for me to get what I desire... Besides, if you are not a prostitute, then perhaps you should not dress like one? Think of it... I will be at the pier." Sangreala did not care really of her thoughts or her answers, she simply walked out to the dock standing there idly for a while... As she at last turned around to see her mother walking down the path in her Sin'dorei form, towards the smithy as she followed her.
Mother didn't quite seem to care for Sangreala's gift... The heart of her lover... How annoying, Sangreala worked rather hard to achieve this gift and she simply shows no interest to it. She motioned Sangreala and Garmak to enter the smithy as she spoke about her manners and what not... Sangreala took the beating as usual, the Orc using all his physical might to bruise her and she frankly just couldn't care... She was far too busy of thinking how to take care of it before the celebration, she wanted to leave a good impression after all... In the meantime her voices kept her company.
But halfway... Something odd happened, the Orc who at most time enjoyed beating Sangreala stopped... He simply stepped back in silence and grunted a bit as the beating stopped, Mother would not be pleased Sangreala thought to herself as she sat there in idle silence memorizing the rune on the floor, and rethinking of other runes in her mind. Her voices kept her company so it was never that boring... They always had something to speak of, and Sangreala learnt that at most times they were right in their ideals and ideas, but not all of them.
In the end of it all, Mother simply instructed Garmak to let Sangreala remain shackled, she told her every word she spoke would be an additional hour she will have to stay in that wretched chair... Mother always knew how to get people to suffer, just her presence there made Sangreala's veins to boil, the lust for blood was constantly at her, driving her to madness... Oh what would she do, to gorge herself on the beautiful crimson liquid, to drink it down like a bottle of water in the deserts of Tanaris.
What a bore it was, sitting there... What a pain it was, needing the blood so badly. Sangreala began to grit her teeth, she tried with all her might to push back the thoughts but with no avail, the hunger was stronger then she was... The need for it as powerful as her need to breath, perhaps even more.
Sangreala struggled a bit against her bonds looking rabidly to her arm with a heavy scowl... As suddenly she popped one hand out of the shackle she looks to her free hand and frowns looking to it with a look tha can only be classified as... Baffled, that would be the best way to put it. Sangreala kept at her gaze, she smacked her lips once still with that expression as she loosened her spare hand she looked to it with a baffled expression, beggining to look closely at the shackles silently.
They were never locked to begin with you foolish girl, this was a test Sangreala thought to herself as Sangreala stood up and took the iron kettle, setting it atop the furnace to boil as she sat back in her chair, mind as well think with a cup of tea she thought to herself. "Make me a drink, Sangreala. It appears you now can move freely." Mother taunted her as she kept her blank expression. Sangreala nodded once as the kettle boiled and whistled loudly, she went over grabbing it and setting it at the table setting two glasses, she held up a bag of sugar with a questioning look, she was unsure if she could speak or not.
Mother held up two fingers, purposely in an insulting way as she continued to watch her. Sangreala kept at her frown, she put two tea-spoons of suger in each glass, some herbs, as she poured the boiling water into the cups mixing them with the spoon idly, she eventually stood up and took the cup in her hand, offering it to Mother silently. Eventually Mother took the cup from Sangreala, as she placed it next to the jars. "You do realise you don't need to be silent, my pet?" What a relief, silence was a drudge...
Sangreala raised an eyebrow as she took the other cup and began drinking "I awaited your permission..." She kept at her drinking she frowned to her feet "This hunger is making me an insolent little b***h... There must be -some- way to sooth my behaviour..." She Spoke to herself mostly.
Sangreala afterwards fell into deep thought... Only to be alarmed by the footsteps heard outside, and the fact she was alone... No one was there.
Outside she saw them, a pair of alike humans, looked the same and dressed the same... Paladins. Sangreala kept her Felhunter in bay as she walked outside calmly, the Paladin captive barked at her demanding Mother's location... Foolish humans, they always do this and they always die.
Sangreala finally spoke "Tell me light weilder... Have you ever been inlove? I was once inlove... She was a beautiful girl... Her name was Kelarria... I loved her, but mother did not approve of us... So you know what I did? She would not leave me... I tried to warn her several times, and eventually she tried to kill me... She was no successful fighter, and the fight was quickly to my favour... I tore out her heart, as a gift for mother... Atleast now I say I quite litteraly, Have her heart." She laughed maniacally as the Paladin spoke in anger "You're insane!"
The fight was brutal and harsh, the paladins kept on coming despite Sangreala's efforts and she knew she could not keep it up for much longer as finally Sangreala grunted in pain, the Paladin succesful in pinning her down and her Felhunter basiclly had it's guts out... The Felhunter attempted to take one final price and bitw down into one of the paladin's eyes "Damn filthy dog! Get off of me!" But it was a wasted effort, it simply fell lifeless and faded into the void it once came from as Sanreala snarled and struggled with all of her force and to no great success as suddenly she heard a familiar voice speaking.
Belzerial craned her neck, as her fingertips set alight with burning felfire. "I do so despise paladins and their ignorance." Mother was dressed in a magnificent armor, made from iron combined with something that seemed like fel... It felt like it, she looked incredible within her iron suit as Lady Bisen stood near her, as ever calm and as ever powerful "...Please release her." She spoke deathly calm and with an eerie smile. The first paladin, the captive he shall be referred to from now on spoke "Bernard, to me."
Sangreala grunted and took the chance to attempt to plunge her teeth into Bernard's neck and bite off a vein, her teeth plunged into flesh biting off a healthy chunk as he grunted in pain recoiling off of her, healing the wound on his neck as The felfire at the tips of Mother's fingers continued to crackle, as Belzerial snarled at the duo. "You two must be the culprits, the two continuous patrols which repeatedly visit -my- land." Lady Bisen chuckled a bit calmly "Our land, dear. We musn't be greedy with the honorifics."
The Captive spoke "I have nothing to do with you... Lady Bisen and I have bussiness to conduct." Such disrespect in his pathetic voice, surely mother would put him in his spot? Sangreala stood up and looked down to her robes, now filthy and covered and blood she groaned and yelled "Aaah! These robes were new! Damn it it will take -weeks- to clean..." She looked to Belzerial and Marianna "I am sorry... I could not tackle them alone." As Mother kept her gaze on Amerand, "You're on this land, you harm my pets... I think you'd find you have plenty to do with me, mongrel."
Marianna places a curious look upon Amerand. "Is it the sort of business that will involve that sword of yours? I just reformed from your last 'piece of business', paladin." She chuckled in an eerie manner, Sangreala pondered a bit at what she said as she went to wash her clothes... This would take a rather long time she thought to herself as she sank into a trance.
Sangreala bowed gracefully, she wore a clean and tight white dress, her arms were still covered in bandages in order to hide her her scars. Her forehead had a small white cloth tiara upon it in order to hide her marking, and her mouth was fully exposed along with her grin. Her lips were painted a deep crimson red with lipstick. Sangreala greeted Mother formally attempting to achieve her opinion on her dress as Belzerial inhaled a deep breath as she gazed over the dress she wore, "That will be suitable for tomorrow afternoon." Sangreala could not help but feel a tad beautiful in the dress as she spoke "I am simply trying to get use to the feel of this wretched dress... How do brides wear these things?" She attempted to hide her enjoyment of wearing nice garments and for a change looking at her best.
"It is more visually appealing than those tattered robes which hung from you." Mother spoke, it was obvious she was still enraged at Sangreala due to the events with Kelarria. A foolish mistake Sangreala thought to herself, she hated herself for her feelings, the very things that made her weak and lose Mother's respect. "I am not suppose to be visually appealing mother... I am suppose to be useful. " Sangreala spoke, she attempted to do her best to re-please Mother. "And you are being useful by avoiding the visage of a lowly wench, I'll not have you bear my name and make me look a fool." Mother put it as simply as that as she pointed to the forge and spoke once again "We are leaving this establishment today, to venture to Felwood in search of another forward base."
Sangreala began packing and changed to her old robes as she went outside sitting atop the wooden perch of the stairs, Belzerial spoke "step down from your perch." Sangreala complied to her word and stood in front of Mother, it was a rather terrifying scene... She was donned in metal armor coated in red, to her hips strapped two blades half Sangreala's size as Belzerial simply glared down at Sangreala as she towered above her, "I know you are lying about Kelarria's death, I know that heart was not her own. You are too cowardly to make such a callous move." Sangreala could not feel hurt whenever Mother denied her gifts... But she pushed forward speaking "The heart -is- hers, mother... But no, Kelarria is not dead..." Belzerial brought her hand up to pat Sangreala on the cheek, "... I pity you," she said as she abruptly punched Sangreala in the abdomen, likely winding her as she simply continued to stand over her.
Sangreala let out a small grunt as she held her abdonmen, on the location of the fist colliding there was a stab through her robe as she grunted a bit in pain but stayed quiet. The fist collided almost perfectly, it hurt quite a great deal as grasped the collar of her robe, as she swung her forward. "Get walking, my patience is wearing thin." The walk had begun, and it was anything but pleasant, Mother was greatly upset at walking through any lively regions... Sangreala slowly began to understand why.
The walk had an interesting stop although... They were approached by what appeared to be a female Sin'dorei.
Amaranth would step forward, rising to higher ground. "Turn your back on this land, wicked ones. This is no place for your traitorous filth." Strange, she never spoke her name and yet Sangreala seemed to know it... Her scars hurt, where the other dragonflight had killed her. Mother gripped the handles of each blade as she kept her gaze firmly on Amaranth, "You dare call -me- traitorous filth? Look upon your reflection, hermit. I knew the Sin'dorei had degenerated, but to mere gardening? Hah." Amaranth 's eyes narrow, fire engulfing her body. She remains standing still.
Mother was anything -but- impressed, she spoke again in a mocking tone "Congratulations on becoming a circus act, fool. I am unimpressed." Amaranth 's body would shift in a burst of furious flames. She roars, fire spewing from her mouth, and before them was a drake... Sangreala's blood froze, her eyes widened and her skin went pale. Another one, why did it have to be another one she thought to herself as the flames raced towards them. Alsatia 's hand remains gripped to the runeblade's hilt. At the expense of a pair of engravings on the sword's shaft, she dips to a crouch and erects a shell of anti-magic around the group. The shield held the initial blast, but beyond that it broke completely.
Belzerial 's fingertips light up once again with felfire, "Silence, fool. You can head back from whence you came." Amaranth took this opportunity to soar up into the air, coming back down to commit a strafing run with draconic flames, flesh-searing fire coming down upon the three women. Belzerial sent a felfire bolt at the dragon's wing as it flew up, and past them, the bolt struck through her wing which caused her flight to become dwindled as Sangreala jumped to her side from the flames "Agh!" Her foot scorching badly in the procsess as she held it in pain, it was overwhelming.
The Drake withdrew back to whence it came... And the march continued in agony. Sangreala's foot was burnt to a crisp and every step sent a wave of pain up her body, Alsatia offered her help but Mother was quick to announce it as Sangreala's punishment. And so... They walked. Eventually the reached upon a road as they walked down it, a most unpleasant surprise was awaiting for them. Seven soldiers, all wearing the same uniform was standing there, weapons drawn as the stared at Mother hatefully. Belzerial laughed as she unsheathed her two blades, "Finally, a little bloodshed."
The fight was unpleasant to say the least, injuries were delivered greatly to both side, as during the fight Sangreala broke her left fingers. Eventually the commander of the squad somehow transported them all away from Mother's reach, and that did -not- make her happy... This was bad news for all of the underlings.
It was a long agonizing walk, it took -hours- until they have finally reached their destination... And during that whole time Sangreala remained at her injured state, Mother refusing to allow anyone to assist her as Sangreala grunted a bit as she sat down, she took off one of her shoes. Her leg was a smoldering black charred as she grunted a bit peeling off burnt skin as it bled. It was a gruesome sight... Her leg looked black and shriveled a bit, charred to the muscle as Sangreala eventually finishes sighing as she let her foot bleed freely she wiped it idly on the grass before laying back looking up at the sky in a pondering fashion, she looks to her left hand, who's fingers have been broken.
Garmak tuts as he sees the Sin'dorei laying down, his eyes glancing over the freely bleeding wound. "Keep an..eye out..not rest." As a response Sangreala shook her head "Need to surpess air from my lungs." She stated quickly as she bit down at her sleeve roughly and began cracking her fingers back into place, a muffled scream escaping her lips at each finger. The pain was almost unbearable, the hunger and her fingers in combination caused her mind to falter a bit.
After what felt like several agonizing minutes, Sangreala finally sat up panting heavily, her left fingers back to normal, as she looked at them, she bent them a bit only to wince in pain and leave them motionless for the time being. Sangreala turned to her side curling into fetal position shaking heavily, she could not bear it anymore... The hunger, that burning lust broke her on the inside. Her veins felt like they were tied, her heart felt like it stopped beating... She was in a world of darkness, a world of pain... She had no idea how long she's been out, because as she awoke the first thing she saw is Marianna sighing softly. The woman glanced to Belzerial but, finding the demoness occupied, turned back to the withering elf. "How long since she last drank?" The human grabbed Sangreala's chin and twisted her head back and forth, inspecting her features.
Sangreala mumbled helplessly, she forcefully closed her eyes as she shook heavily, as Marianna took her chin she offered no resistence, her face was blue and bruised. Her hands gripped at her shoulders as she continued to shake helplessly.
Alsatia appraisingly sweeps a gaze over Sangreala's shivering frame, moving around the stone and laying her hands on the edge. "Quite some time, I believe. Days, perhaps." Belzerial casted one last glance to Garmak, as she fully turned her attention to the others. "For her treachery, this is the price she pays." Marianna tuts softly as she appraises the elf. Satisfied with her state the demoness withdrew, turning to Belzerial. "What was her betrayal, Lady Caidrah?"
Belzerial tilted her head, "Besides siding with the enemy, and beginning to drift away from me? Alongside her lies, the foolish girl believed I would think her 'lover' to be deceased because she presented me with a heart." Marianna sighs. It is a pained sound, more terrible to the ears then any scream. The woman turned, laying a heavy hand upon Sangreala's shoulder. "Is this true, elf?" Sangreala groaned a bit, she held her ears at the sigh "H-heart... H-h-hers..." She continued to shake as she spoke again "T-t-truth... T-t-t-traitor...." It hurt to speak, it hurt to hear... Everything hurt in her body, it was like she was set aflame!
Marianna frowned. The grip on the elf's shoulder began to slowly tighten, that dark, calcified flesh beginning to warm, the heat radiating through cloth and flesh to burn the very bone. "...Why, elf?" Sangreala groaned a bit in pain "F-f-f-foolishness... W-w-weakness..." She accepted her punishment to it's fullest, she groaned loudly in pain as she shook but offered no resistence. Marianna held the elf's shoulder for a moment before a releasing. The demoness turned and held out her hand, palm open, to the deathknight. She bent her thumb, tapping the very center of the palm. "Cut here."
Alsatia breaks her stare, peering at the palm presented to her. The Knight glances up at Marianna, in a fleetingly brief astoundment. Nonetheless, she compliantly draws the runeblade, and runs the bladed edge down the Fel-Sworn's palm, where directed. Lady Bisen let out the softest hiss as the blade broke through the blackened flesh, cutting open a vein. Vile, blackened blood bubbled up. The stench of putrification assaulted the nostrils "Elf...You will drink blood. But it will be poisonous blood, a meal fitting a traitor. It will lcause sickness...But it shall lessen your pain." Her voice had a shred of fake sorrow, but some truth in it as well.
Sangreala spoke, she shook so helplessly... She was freezing, but in the same time boiling "D-d-d-deserve p-pain..." Was all she could form from her clattering teeth as she rubbed her shoulders. Lady bisen gave the girl a thin smile. The demoness glances to Belzerial. "Is this a suitable punishment for you then, Lady Caidrah? A week of suffering and another week of sickness and frailty?" Belzerial glanced over her talons as she spoke, "It is suitable, in the coming weeks I will begin to deliver my judgement upon these pawns, I will cut all ties with those deemed unsuitable." A judgment... Would this be the end of the road? Would that be her finale? So many questions hounded at Sangreala's mind but the pain was far too overwhelming to allow her to form any answer.
Marianna pressed the palm to the girl's lips, easing the open wound into place. Black, vile lbood dripped onto her tongue, the taste sweeter and more savory then the usual bitter blood. Oh the flavor... It was orgasmic, the high of the blood, the springing of life within Sangreala's mind! It was complete bliss! Sangreala drank down like a newborn child, her eyes sprang open as her entire body tensed, after the procsess she sat upright weakly panting, she nodded once "Thank you Lady Bi-" She was cut short as she put both hands on her mouth, she turned green as she held back something in her throat, her eyes watering a bit.
And then the sickness... Oh heavens it was terrible, she felt her stomach churning and her body weakening as Sangreala dashed out the camp, she fall on her knees and vomited... It was a terrifying amount, she felt considerably lighter after she puked out the entire contents of her stomach... She was ill, terribly ill as Marianna drew the hand away. "Sweet is the poison that does the most damage." The woman laughed, pressing the wound to her own lips and sucking on it until it closed.
The evening went on, and a few tasks were made... To be frank there was a great deal of detail within the task Sangreala was given, but she could not remember it... The illness blurred her mind, clouded her thought.
She remembered traveling to Dalaran and waiting... Then she and Alsatia brought back a Draenei... Wretched goats, and afterwards Lady Bisen sat down with her over a bottle of wine discussing something...
It was then when Belzerial craned her neck as she stood nearby Sangreala, "I need you to tell me the truth, my pet." The truth... That thought petrified Sangreala, but no... If she would die, then let her Mistress, her Mother decide on when and how, they went to the side to avoid disturbance of Lady Bisen's affairs. As Sangreala drew her away from the camp she spoke "Yes, Mistress... That is indeed her heart... But no, she is indeed alive."
"And how is she alive, I wonder?" "My fault."
Belzerial narrowed her eyes as she exhaled a disappointed sigh, Sangreala winced a bit in preparation... This would be where she died? In these dead woods? But instead, Mother only spoke "What did you inform her of, Sangreala?" Sangreala spoke quickly, and truly. "Nothing." Belzerial clenched her fists tightly, "And how certain are you of that?" Sangreala pondered a bit as she spoke "I am certain... I told her nothing." Mother spoke yet again, her voice forbidding "And you will not be visiting her again, correct?" Sangreala nodded weakly "Never... You were right all along... I was being an arrogant rude whore... I will never see her face, unless it is cut off from the rest of her body by my hands."
Sangreala was bitter, she hated... It was all her fault, all Kelarria's fault... If she had only hated her! Belzerial lifted her head once again, as her green eyes flickered with malice. Belzerial reeled back her fist, it collided with Sangreala's face as she yelled. "If you so much as step near Silvermoon, again, I will have your head!" And with that the evening continued... Sangreala served and rested... All in preparation for the upcoming event the next day...
The day of the party was here... And Sangreala could not be more nervous, with her current illness what would she bring upon herself? Would it be wrath? Approval? She did not know, and the uncertainty was almost as painful as her warnings, for the duration of the night the voices screamed to hear "TRAP!!! RUN!!! TRAP!!! AVOID!!! KILL!!! TRAP!!" And of course it was rather suspicious all along, but yet Sangreala went.
Sangreala reached back to the old forge, a demonic guard had asked her her name and allowed her through... And soon enough, she had stepped through a portal, alongside with Alsatia, another Death Knight, and Garmak.
The first sight was rather unsettling, they stood in a large hall, in front of them was a brightly lit round chamber, in its middle there was a large round table filled with food and luxuries. A Sin'dorei with a glued smile stood before them, she spoke with a merry tone... All and more reasons to be nervous Sangreala thought to herself "Come come, enjoy the food, perhaps some ale? Drugs? Sex? We have it all for you, come!" She led them to the table... Sangreala knew better then to follow her, she stood at her distance watching her allies storming the food and ale discussing between them enjoying the party.
Sangreala stood there idle for several minutes, her illness made it difficult to think straight and she constantly felt the need to vomit. After a while Mother approached Belzerial speaking to her... It was a rather short chat and eventually Sangreala was forced to take a seat. The evening went on as suddenly silence fell on the hall, one of the attendants, a tall handsome Sin'dorei male called out "You know her! You love her! You might hate her! She's sweet! She's sexy! I give you, Galizza! Champion of the Burning Legion!" As a dark form appeared on the pedestal in the middle of the table, and soon enough a large Shivarra appeared, her six arms at her sides as she spoke out in a dark inhuman voice "Now I hope you won't screw this up... This is a simple meet and greet, we will work by order and you will introduce yourselves."
The introductions went fairly smooth... At each turn one of the attendants and concubines tossed out a flirty comment to the speaker, Sangreala received the line of "Let's end this quickly so you and I could go play sexy and pale..." From one of the Sin'dorei males... She hardly took notice to his flirting and introduced herself quickly and politely. Afterwards Galizza glared about, mumbling. "I've done my part, Bisen... now where are yo-..." When suddenly appeared the soft, yet ominous laughter... Of Lady Bisen. "Ah...Galizza...Would I hide from my guests all evening?" Said Lady Bisen with that poisonous smile upon her lips as Galizza replied "I would think so..." An obvious mock in her tone as Mother raised her head up and over towards Marianna, "I was beginning to wonder where you were."
Sangreala stood up as Marianna arrived, she crossed her arms behind her back in a gesture, along her arose Garmak from his seat... Quickly followed by Ikrok, the two Orcs stood with Sangreala in a gesture of respect to the Fel-sworn... No one else seems to have done the same. Marianna laughs softly. The woman advances towards the podium, offering a token smile to each as she passed. "I thought they were fine party favors... But they were...Overstaying their welcome." Lady Bisen signaled Galizza stepped off the stance, only to be replaced by the human.
"Now...Enough of this run-around. Welcome, my friends! Welcome, my enemies…! Welcome to our little feast, a token of my appreciation for all of your loyalty and continued support." Marianna gestrues to each person in turn, each more theatrical then the last. Finally her smile settled on Belzerial. "My partner...The sweet Lady Caidrah. Belzerial, to her underlings and enemies. Take a bow, my dear." Mother replied with nothing, as Lady Bisen paused. When the woman spoke again, it was in a voice much less sweet and sonorous. A little flicker of emerald fire rose in the squat woman's darkened eyes, a vile smile stretching the corner of her mouth "For too long you have all been a loose assortment of peons and assistance. Your talents have been wasted in mindless servitude and simple tasks. I am to blame, of course. I have…Under-valued each of you. I will bring this to right. Each of you desires something else. Garmak, do you not wish for more power? Alysa, do you not wish for purpose? Vyndus, do you not wish for wealth?"
Marianna swept her arms open, as if to encompass all in the chamber. "Then you shall have it. And more. No longer will you all be a loose band, unaffiliated and unfettered by any bond higher then mortal greed and passion. Unity. Fraternity. Singularity. Together we shall stretch our influence across this world. We shall known wealth. We shall know power. We shall know influence and control that only kings entertain!" She yelled triumphantly, this worried Sangreala more then the rest, who seemed overjoyed at her words. "We have no loyalty beyond our own desires. We know no masters beyond ourselves. We shall follow our passions and see only our own future come to fruition."
Her smile extended, Sangreala could see the Fel-sworn beneath the husk of a human "We shall be known as Argus Wake." Garmak threw his arms up in the air as he bellows out a bestial roar of approval, and the table applauded... Sangreala did not, she had learnt far too much then to know to trust Lady Bisen... A warm smile was as cold as any dagger. "A toast. To a future of crime, averice and influence. Together, we are strong! Drink up, my friends!" She cheered, Sangreala knew better then to deny her invitation but still... A growing worry held at her heart as Sangreala was the first to raise her glass in an act of loyalty, she cheered "To Lady Bisen! To Lady Caidrah! And to the wake!" She drank down her wine, it was bitter... And drugged, as her allies drank from it the drug kicked in... And everything went black.
As they awoke, it was odd... They were in a damp stone room, with a hallway leading outwards... They were not themselves. Four Murlocs, an Undead Ikrok... And Sangreala and that wretched Kaldorei Knight were infused by the hip. As the progressed through the room they quickly found a note, in Lady Bisen's elegant handwriting that spoke them that the lab they were in, filled with pieces of the Forsaken's abominations and other equipment was submerged, and that they must all work together in order to escape it... This riddle was a simple one, they have blasted their way out only the find the darkness washing over them. Yet again, the awoken...
The room was a terrifying sight, heads of Sangreala's loved ones and their blood littered the floor... She saw Kelarria, she saw Mother... But most of all, she saw the face of an elder Sin'dorei woman... Who was she? Sangreala did not know, but either way this riddle was one of careful thought... Something which could have been applied, if they could speak. In that room there were four levers and skeletons littering the floor, each time the wrong lever was pulled... Another teammate had passed away... Until in the end it was only Sangreala and Miss Alsatia... It pained Sangreala to think this, but Alsatia had solved the riddle and managed to somehow bring back her fallen allies... This thought filled Sangreala with bitterness... Was she that foolish? The answer was before her and she could not decipher it... Stupid, stupid girl she thought to herself, her voices only agreed with her... Whispering to her ears of suicide for redemption, to drop herself off a cliff.
The next chamber was a delicacy compared to the last... It was glorious, Sin'dorei designed one might add... And atop a large bed, with Succubi and Concubi stood Lady Galizza, her task for them was not one of violence and death... They were asked to improvise a statue for her figure... A thing that could not be achieved as the damn Tauren suddenly burst into a violent rage, going after Sangreala... Despite her teammates efforts the Tauren persisted with his assault until he had eventually managed to grab a hold of Sangreala's arm... And with a sickening rip and crunch he tore it off, only then did he die of his wounds... Sangreala screamed at the top of her lungs, the pain was unbearable. And eventually Lady Galizza spoke to the teammates of something and let them go... Sangreala could not recall, the pain had cause her to black out.
Colors returned and so did life... Sangreala suddenly awoke back in Fel-wood, in the old base with her arm intact... She felt ill, terribly ill as she saw Lady Belzerial and Galizza standing in front of the now awakening group. Belzerial stood with her arms folded, as she glanced over those before her. "How exciting, if only you were to fight with such vigor in reality, Crescenthorn." She paused for a few moments "Nonetheless, it was a riveting display." Galizza agreed "Entertainment at it's finest..." Marianna swung around the corner of the shrine and into sight. The demoness dances along the moss-covered stone, swinging and swaying to her own beat. The woman laughs, a sharp, bitter sound, and bounds off the shrine, landing between the two demons, she then clasped Belzerial on the shoulder, beaming. "Was that not a fine demonstration of unity, my dearest Caidrah?"
Sangreala stood up woozily as she held a finger "Exc-cuse me for a moment..." As she went over to the ledge and vomitted the content of her stomach out loudly grasping her gut, each time she vomited she felt like her stomach shifted, along with her every organ... And then she simply felt extreme weakness. Belzerial simply smiled, as she turned her head in Marianna's direction. "Perhaps it was, a shame there was no more bloodshed." Lady Bisen spoke "I'll dispense with the speeches. You lot did well today."
"Regardless, I believe it'd be ideal for them to undergo training to work as a team. What use are they if they cannot work together as well as we'd like? A band of misfits, intent on bringing the other one down." Mother added. After a while the entire group disbanded around the camp to their Business... Sangreala decided to take up a private chat with her old teacher, Ikrok. She took her away from camp for a small amount of privacy as Sangreala streched, her face was a tad green as she laughed bitterly and quietly "I brought you down here to speak to you of envy." Ikrok gave out a suspecting look to Sangreala as she spoke yet again "What do you know of Envy, Ikrok?" Ikrok shrugged a bit and tossed out her answer "Envy is jealousy." Sangreala nodded once "Correct, and what does jealousy incur?" Ikrok raised an eyebrow "Hate?" She asked. "Then why do you hate me?"
This question seemed to have baffled Ikrok, as she spoke "I don't, you are powerful, and I feel you are the only one I am happy to work with in partnership. Not something I have felt since being in the Shadow Cleft at Orgrimmar." Sangreala turned around, her face as blank as usual "I am no stupid girl, Ikrok... I've seen the look in your eyes when I was first given the gift... I've seen the look in your eyes when you said I progressed... And now I want to see the look in your eyes, as I tell you my last name..." Ikrok gave her a quiet raise of her brow "Your last name?" Sangreala nodded once, she wore a smile a lot like Lady Bisen's and she was rather proud of it "My last name... Ikrok dear... Is Skysearer, and I am adopted." She said Skysearer with such pride in her heart, such love.
Ikrok tried not to seem too unphased by it, giving her a nod. She didn't understand the importance of her words, but knew they meant something. "So you do not have parents?" Sangreala could see through her, she saw that spark in her eyes... "My father abused me as a child, I killed him... My mother? Passed away at birth... But I -do- have a mother now... Can you guess her first name, or title?" Ikrok pondered a bit, and she attempted at her best to hide her growing frown "Gor hall."
"I envy you but I am happy for your success, Sangreala." She finally spoke after a small awkward silence "I wish to remove all envy... I want us to form a team, and I want us to be... -Flawless-." Sangreala spoke, she practically hissed out the word flawless. Ikrok spoke quietly "If anything, the emotional distress I have from the envy is directed at Belzerial, Not you." Ikrok returned to camp only to come back briefly with a fresh mark on her face... She sat down angrily and ordered her Succubus to fetch wood as she lit it up with practically a hiss "You mustn't hold a grudge against the Mistress." Sangreala spoke, she knew Mother's position all too well... Ikrok hissed, the wood bursting into flame as she eyed Sangreala. "Why? She's certainly due for one." Sangreala raised an eyebrow "She is rather short tempered as you might see, I simply tell you this in order to keep you alive... It would be ashame if you would be cut down in one of her fits of rage."
Ikrok spoke with jealousy and bitterness, oh how Sangreala knew her position "Why would a disobedient cow get the gift? With that logic, I may aswell be a rioting fool and I'll get what I've been aiming for. " Sangreala spoke mockingly at the Tauren "The steak is an experiment." "Lovely... Fietevere, go away." Ikrok replied angrily. Fietevere almost moaned at her mistress's voice "Yes Mistress. As you so wish!" It was a sound pleasant to the ear, and to Sangreala's shame had rather hit her sexual drive... She hid it well enough though, Ikrok mentioned nothing of her lustful gaze. Sangreala laughed hollowly at the Succubus's moan "See what I meant? She is -dependent- on you!" Ikrok gave her a hint of a smile, holding back a light chuckle in the rather serious situation. "She is a succubus. They were bred to do that. However, If a succubus isn't enough, I will start my work on a felguard." She spoke with ambition, Sangreala enjoyed the sound of that as she layed back and let a smile form on her bruised lips "I will assist you, should you need my help..." As she let out a short sigh "At times I believe I am no different then one of those wretched Sayaad."
Ikrok chuckled "Really? I often seem to get Sayaad and Sin'dorei mistaken." Sangreala chuckled for a bit before she grimaced, she spoke bitterly "Why did you think I get my punishment for? I fell inlove with some wretched girl in Silvermoon... And that mistake almost costed me my life..." Ikrok's gaze turned to a bit of surprise as she chuckled at Sangreala, but there was something else in her gaze... But Sangreala wasn't sure what it was "A girl? I didn't know you were of that kind." Sangreala nodded once "Men disgust me... They are filthy, and absaloutly abhorring." Ikrok chuckled and nodded "True." Sangreala laughed bitterly as she dug in her robes, she pulled out a heart as she smiled as wide as her scarred grin "Well atleast I'll always have her heart... Literally."
"Gross... Unfortunately that won't tempt a succubus. I'd have bought it off you otherwise." Ikrok spoke. Sangreala responded briefly "That wouldn't work... It's a souvenir." and so the evening passed... Nightfall came and Sangreala fell asleep after she had soothed Ikrok's jealousy for the time being... It was a peaceful rest, among allies... Not competitors.
A vacation, or a chance for some fun was what Sangreala needed. She
stood silently in her disguise in Booty Bay as she waited at the dock for a victim. She would also be delighted to test out the new Sayaad she had tamed... And to her luck, at that moment a Sin'dorei Death Knight walked to the edge where he was before. He sits down, and looks over the harbor. "When will she come back?" He wore some armor as noticeable, but with no weapon on his back. How strange. The man sighed again, beginning to tinker with a seemingly random assortment of gears and springs. He also seems to murmuring something about proving himself, a draenei named Kazuru, and big father.
The name Kazuru rang somewhat of a memory in Sangreala's mind. She remembered the plated Draenei girl, who's jaw was covered in a metallic plate. Sangreala kept her gaze quietly to see, her head was bowed down as her hands clasped behind her back. She simply stood in perfect silence there. The man's building has produced a small, somewhat crude, contraption that, when the big red button is pushed, changes into whatever shape the user input into the little things database. The first shape it turns into is a heart with two stick figures in it. Sangreala couldn't seem to care less. Her gaze stood upon the open sea as her hands remained behind her back. But as the contraption turned into a heart she shot it a subtle glance. "Victim." She tagged him in her mind.
The man blinked at the little thing. It's as if it read his mind. He pushes the button again, and this time it shows two rings interlaced with one another. One ring says Septimus, and the other says Kazuru. Sangreala smiled vilely under her mask as she spoke. "The one of tears... Kazuru... How... Interesting." The man looked up to Sangreala with a questioning look in his eyes. "...What?" Sangreala kept talking, her voice was... Strange. Out of place one might say. "The one with a metal jaw... The one who cries a lot... The weak one..." Luckily she could fake it well enough. The man's eyes flare up. He stands up, glaring at the elf. "She does -not- cry a lot, and I helped her remove that metal plate. And it's not her fucking fault.. It was done by a gnome when she was turned."
Oh how easy this would be... Sangreala was grinning in delight, to cause another such pain. Kelarria stumbles on her crutch, bumping into Sangreala slightly, before managing to catch herself. "Geh sorry-sorry miss!" Sangreala did not know that was Kelarria at the time of course, but she would soon find out. Sangreala gave no sound to the bump, she simply stood a bit firmer as she rolled her shoulders, "She cries over nonesense... Tell me, Knight... Were you her husband?" The man's eyes widened. "She was never married. But..I am currently dating her." Sangreala was laughing maniacally in her mind. She simply gave out a shake of her head, her gaze never met his. "What a shame," She spoke softly. "Perhaps a husband of a sort would cause her to be silent... A true gift, would you not agree? Or do you simply perfect her in your own vision, because she will not be yours?"
The man flared with hate, his knuckles clenched and his teeth bared as his eyes stare murderously to Sangreala... She had hit, the proper spot. All and in that mean time, her Succubus was slowly setting her position in stealth behind the Death Knight. His eyes flared, and his dark grey skin turns darker with some red. He develops a slight twitch on his right ear, and his fist is gripped so tight it turns white. "Quiet! Don't say things like that! She -is- perfect!" Sangreala let out a hollow chuckle. "Weak... For a Death Knight, you certainly do care for her." She tilted her head a bit. "But that's just it isn't it? She doesn't care for you and that hurts more then any blade upon Azeroth... And you are about to go berserk over a person who does not return your affection." She returns her head back to it's normal state. "Weak."
This was perfect, Sangreala could feel the hate in the air as his eyes flared up again. His axe of appeared on his back, and started glowing with runic energy. He turned on Sangreala, gritting his teeth. "Stop...talking..about..her..like...that.. She loves me, -just- the same as I love her! Nobody has ever returned my affection the way she has!" Sangreala could see the weakness in his mind, the doubt in his heart. She had felt the power of true infliction going through her. "Ah, to feel nothing in return... It cuts deep, does it not?" Sangreala struck the final blow needed to see her plan deployed. "Now... Let's not be hasty... It's a shame if you would die again..." Sangreala's succubus began whispering into the man's ear. He begins twitching around peering after a voice that is nowhere to be seen. "You... You're making me hear things aren't you..." He glared murderously to Sangreala.
The whispers persisted. "It's because you're a weak man... She will never love you... Because she's a weak whore... Weakness is what you share..." The man looked to Sangreala over with rage in his eyes. "Fucking fel...Nobody can do that but a warlo- SHUT THE f**k UP!!! FUCKING VOICES!!! f**k!!! SHE'S NOT A FUCKING WHORE!!!!" He doubled over in pain. The voices continued "And see? Even now you kneel before truth... You know that don't you... She's a pathetic b***h...." The man starts crying tears of rage, the invisible thing doing a good job of fucking with his head, "f**k YOU VOICE!!! SHE'S NOT A FUCKING b***h!!" Sangreala smiled deviously. Look at his weakness... Look to his frailness... He does not deserve the life he was given! He should stripped of it!
"She did this to you... Kazuru... Kill her... Make her yours... Show her you are not weak..." The succubus continued her whispers, Sangreala grinned vilely. They actually seemed to be working. "I WON'T KILL HER!! I LOVE HER!!! ...Fel...Fel..fucking fel..." He yelled, he began frantically losing his grip on reality. "Then suffer her curse... You are weak... You take bidding to the words of others... Fucking slave... Useless shit..." The Succubus looked to Sangreala with hopes, she got none. " I..AM..NOT...WEAK! YOU ARE THIS BITCHES SLAVE!!! GO f**k YOURSELF DEMON!!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" He cried out in his rage as he drew his axe. Sangreala did not move. A large Draenei man came along and spoke. "I'll go away... If you hack open your skull... Or tear out Kazuru's heart... You know you want to... Revenge... Sweet vengance..." The man shook. "I CAN'T HURT KAZURU DAMN IT!!! I'LL KILL MYSELF! HAPPY? YOU FUCKING DEMON!! FEL FUCKING FEL!! Anything for her..." He spoke mournfully and suddenly ran off the dock into the water.
Sangreala knew he was far from dead, and his torment would continue. Let others feel pain greater then hers. She subtly cast a curse of terrifying images upon his mind. In his mind, he see's him and Kazuru... Everything is perfect, as it should be... They can feel, they can love... And with a flash of darkness, it all fades. he is standing over a begging Kazuru as he beat her mercilessly yelling at her. His fist collides with her face over and over as she cries and begs. he continues his savage beating... He feels her blood pour over him as he finally begins hacking through her. And with a flash it's all gone as he's standing in a dark room with a figure. The figure speaks softly... Her voice was simply wrong.
"This is what will happen to her if you live..." The figure smiles sympethatically. "She is mine... I will make sure you hear her screams." And with that, the haunting ceases. The voices stop... But the feeling remained on the man.
With that, Sangreala returned her way with a grin, leaving the man in his agony...
Marianna chuckled. There was a touch of actual mirth in the hollow sound. "And this island could be the vehicle upon which we ride to glory. What ifs, my dear, are used by people too incompetent to be the captain of their own fates"
Sangreala awoke… Her eyes felt like they were on fire as she sat with the Fel-sworn. It had been weeks since sleep was even a reasonable thought, Sangreala had existed for a week on the most minimum of her body's demands. Her face thinned and sharpened a bit, her lips cracked in dryness. And the screams, those constant screams ringing in her head made it impossible to sleep.
"Now come… Enough of those things. How is your addiction, my dear Elf?" Marianna asked with one of her plastic smiles. And yet Sangreala had always took delight in her nicknames… Such class. "It feels like I have an army of orcs beating down on my head…" Sangreala groaned a bit, she sat idly attempting to hide her weak gaze from the powerful Fel-sworn. Marianna laughed again, a genuine smile forming. "Ah...And the sound...How wretched any sound is when you're at this stage. I once beat my brother half to death simply because he wouldn't shut up." A genuine smile… What an unexpected delight. Sangreala secretly shook as she looked to the woman's expression… Perhaps she was happy for Sangreala's transformation? "Sleep is a leisure of the past…" Sangreala spoke weakly.
"Soon it shall cease to even be a factor." Marianna spoke, making a dismissing motion with her hand. It had been a while, a few good minutes when Sangreala finally mustered the courage and spoke… "Your blood is not enough… Lady Bisen…" She awaited the impending pain.. Marianna nodded solemnly, that slight smile still on her face. "Well...It is enough if you simply wish to remain an addict..." The demoness glanced at the elf out of the corner of her eye, watching her intently. No pain, no nothing. Sangreala was astounded for a few mere moments before diving into rage… Into hate. Weak… Addicted… Whore… Those words rang in her head. Sangreala scowled, she gritted her teeth. "Enough addiction... Enough with this leash..." Marianna seemed pleased with the response as she asked in a hiss. "You wish for more?" Sangreala nodded, she practically hissed out her answer. "Yesss…" Marianna let her smile widen slightly. She tapped her tongue against the roof of her mouth, making a thoughtful noise. "And you wish...What do you wish to do, dear...?"
Sangreala taps her chin for a bit. She keeps a thoughtful frown as her right cheek constantly winces. "I wish for power..." She gritted her teeth a bit. "I wish to take your path... Lady Bisen... To rid myself of my weaknesses... To become, perfect..." Lady Bisen gave out a short soft nod. "There are other roads to power, you know. Less pure, yes. Less awe-inspiring...But less dangerous as well." The thought enraged Sangreala… Less pure… Less awe-inspiring! Who did she think she was?! Sangreala would best every test she would be given! "Those who fear the road to power... Should make way for those of -true- ambition... Only the weak, fear." That answer seems to have please Lady Bisen as she laughed again, a harsher sound then the softer sounds that preceeded it. "Well said! But...Do you think you have true ambition?" The demoness turned, fixing those emerald eyes upon the woman. They burned quietly.
Sangreala looked back to her. Her eyes flared with that green tint of fel. "If I do not have it, then I will die trying! And if I will die, then I will die gloriously." Marianna shook her head. Yet there was a glint of something evil in that crooked smile. The woman took up one of the smaller blueprints and, from the back, began to scrawl out a list using her blackened nail. The digit burned clean letters into the parchment as she began speaking. "You will need to find a demon to contact. A powerful one. Have you put any thought into what type of demon you'd care to contact?" Sangreala gave out a thoughtful nod. "Indeed I have... I will contact, despite constant thought otherwise... A Shivarra." Marianna laughed but said nothing. The woman continued to scrawl, writing out a grocery list on the back of the blueprint. "You will need to get two things: An offering of souls...Yes, plural...And a personal object from a Shivarra." She gave her licks a quick lip with her snakelike tongue."There was a novice demon hunter in Ashenvale...A female elf who recently attacked a Shivarra. The Shivarra escaped, of course...But not before losing her religious tome to the elf. Get that and I'm sure you could get an audience with the demoness." She gave Sangreala a warning smile. "But remember… If you are found lacking, you will be punished accordingly."
Sangreala nodded. "And I will deserve it." She replied simply. Marianna kept at her warning smile. "I am sure you will, my dear. If you need any help, I will always be around to contact. The time can be frightening and stressful. And...Very disturbing, at times."
Increadible… Sangreala thought. This woman… She wanted to be her. She was everything she could ever desire… She was perfection to her eyes.
Sangreala nodded. "I will do so... Lady Bisen..." She looked back to the blueprints for a few moments. "I am proud, to look up to you..." Her voice was as genuine as could be. Her words crackled a bit. Marianna simply smiled. The woman laid a gnarled, calcified hand upon the girl's shoulder. "And you...My loyal Sangreala...Deserve this boon. Remember that." What pride… To hear that coming from Lady Bisen. Such an increadible being. Sangreala gave out a wince, but retained still. Her left cheek winced a bit as she nodded. "You are everything I aspire to..." She spoke mostly softly. "A lonely demoness, reviled by half of the world because they do not understand the purity of her aims...? Yes...There is much to be envious about." Marianna joked bitterly. This made Sangreala rather angry as she replied to her. "A whole woman, who's strength outpasses those around her... Who's mind could cut through a strand of hair. A woman who has power, wealth and beauty... A woman who has perfected herself." At that time it might have sounded like mindless compliments… But that was the truth. Marianna irked beneath the praise, her eyes smoldering as the fire of her ego swelled. Her grip on the elf's shoulder tensed slightly. "And you too can have this." The woman nodded to the palace spread out before them. "In time...You could even have the world. Would you enjoy that...?" Sangreala shook her head. She smirked. "The world is too little... The Legions dream is a utopia, Lady Bisen... Worlds no longer divided by war and race... We will make that utopia..." She took off her hat letting hair flow down her back. "We would make paradise!"
Marianna simply smiled and laughed. She released the elf's shoulder, rising from her seat and turning. She began to fidget with the glasses and cups, making herself a drink. "Would you like something to drink then, to mark this occassion?" Sangreala fumbled about in her pockets. "Wine, please." Marianna uncorked a bottle and returned, clutching a goblet of wine and a glass full of small, red little spheres. The woman held out the glass of wine to the elf. "Relish it, my dear...From this point onwards, the only thing that shall touch your lips is blood." Sangreala took the glass. She raised an eyebrow. She pulled out a vial from her robes and plucked it open, the dark crimson liquid from it poured in the wine mixing. "Already does... I believe, my addiction to flesh has more extent then I thought..." She took a sip. Marianna simply smiled kindly down at the elf as she drank. Casually she plucked one of the orbs from the glass -a cherry- and popped it in her mouth. "Life...Is like a bowl of cherries..." She mused, sliding into her seat. "It's hard to devour just one."
Silence reigned for a few moments before Marianna spoke. "Have you sacrificed anyone to the Nether yet...?" Sangreala simply shook her head. "All attempts have gone at squander... So no, not yet." Marianna nodded, her expression hardening for a moment. "Be careful whom you sacrifice...Death is one thing...But sending someone to the Nether dooms their soul to an eternity of labor."
" see... So I must sacrifice those who have squandered their own lives... Criminals." "Many have squandered their lives. The poor. The weak. The corrupt. Some...Deserve damnation. You must be the judge." " Never an easy task." "I am sure you will prove...More then capable."
" I will indeed... Just a minor obsticle one must face the consequences afterall... And I will do so." Sangreala spoke, and let the silence wash over her.
So much thought... These screams. Sangreala walked purposelessly in Deadwind Pass remembering her past. She remembered her childhood as memories floated. She remembered the first time she conjured a shadowbolt and accidentally killed a cat. She remembered her fathers rage... And she remembered the beating. She remembered how it all ended, as his lifeless body fell down. She remembered the blood trailing behind her as she struggled with his corpse into the woods. She remembered...
She walked in the dead land idly, she eventually came to stop over the stone bridge... Where Mother had found her. She closed her eyes softly as she began walking, tracing her hands on the stone. She began hearing the voices... Ghostly images surrounded her as she heard their lament. She continued to walk softly. Tears began streaming down her scarred cheeks silently. Thunder began clashing, clouds began moving as rain began pouring down upon Sangreala. She looked upwards with closed eyes as she began hearing music... It was beautiful... It was sad... It was her story.
She remembered the fall of Quel'thalas, the hordes of undead washing over the land and destroying all in their path. She remembered running until she could run no more. She remembered her deprivation of the arcane and the terrible pain it caused. "You are not one of them..." She remembered Kelarria's voice. The way her eyes shined in the light. "You will forever be one of us, my loyal Sangreala." Was Lady Bisen's voice, as powerful and dark as ever. "You're not a monster... You're beautiful..." She remembered Kelarria's lips against her. "You will arise anew, perfected." She felt Lady Bisen's claws on her shoulder.
The pain was too much to bear. Sangreala screamed, she screamed and thrashed madly as she fell to her knees looking up with an agonized scream of a sob. The rain poured against her face as more thunders clashed in the distance. It was if the elements themselves were mocking her. She began taking her dagger and slowly re-opening every scar in her body. Her skin tore, her blood poured, and she laid there a broken shell. Above her stood a dark figure, it had long pointed ears and flowing brown hair. It spoke to her cruelly. "You're weak! You killed her! You don't deserve to live!" He began hooking his hands under her scars. Sangreala screamed in agony as her scars opened. She eventually collapsed down with heavy wheezes of agony as she stared upwards into the darkened skies. It was nighttime.
Sangreala begin singing softly to herself. She was not even sure what it was, but it was sorrowful. She sang in Thalassian.
"Darkness wash over me... Fill me with your endless calm. Flame burn over me. End my agony, carry it to the future to come. Children of blood, long forsaken." She sobbed to herself as she felt her vision going blurred. She felt a soft hand upon her cheek, she looked to see Kelarria... This couldn't be real. She wasn't there...
"You're safe... You don't ever have to be afraid again..." Sangreala looked to her with grief. Where her heart was, lied a gaping bleeding hole. "K-kelarria... F-f-forgive me..." Sangreala begged in tears. Kelarria gave her a soft smile, she shook her head. "Don't worry... I've turned sides... I'll never leave you again..." And with that Sangreala fell back motionlessly. Her consciousness fading as she weakly reached out to feel Kelarria's cheek; and fell limp.
Her sleep was a dreamless one. Sangreala awoke to find out she was alone... Her wounds closed, but she was weak. She was asleep in a pool of her own blood, dying her in a slight crimson color. She stood up weakly as dawn began breaking. She held her hands and shivered, the only thing to accompany her was the cold lifeless wind. She began walking, the wind at her back as she shot Deadwind Pass a final look... Before fading in the distance.
To all of those who have read my logs, you might notice. I was referring to Sangreala in third person. They are right... I referred to a broken girl. A weak and worthless woman, who's misery held her. I am not that woman... I have been reborn from my ashes. I have been re-formed.
Let the old Sangreala falter into the breeze. And the new one arise from her ashes.
That was it folks! Thanks a lot to everybody who read these logs.
A massive thanks to the following people: Rosencrat, for pushing me forward with every chapter and being a great support. For Torches, for providing motivation as well, and a great deal of help when I needed it! And ofcourse for Saronsen for taking part in these stories! And last but not least, the headless Darksaer, who took a small part in writing these.
This was the final chapter in these logs. Thanks to anyone who took the time to read them!
07-27-2011, 11:30 PM (This post was last modified: 07-29-2011, 12:06 PM by Saronsen.)
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If this is the wrong place to post feedback for this, excuse me.
But Ho. Ly. Crap. After reading the last post, I cried my eyes out. Kelarria would have too, that poor girl. I'm still tearing up as I type this.
Bravo, Sangreala. I'm glad Kelarria was a part of this amazing, though incredibly
This is indeed the place for feedback. *Stands salute* I forget to add in your thanks! Let me just nudge that in. Glad to have worked with you mate, and I'm glad you liked it.
I read the first 9 chapters, and then the ending chapter. You, Psycho, got ALOTTA of writing skills. It felt like I was reading Harry Potter or something similar.
Finished to read it all, and I must say: it is absolutely beautiful!
I´m curious what really happened to Sangreala, and where is she now. I mean, her new self.
