Corruption

[Rayeth]

It is not everyday that the leash around terror's neck is let go. Usually it is merely his presence that frightens us. The simple thought that he draws near and his leash may snap is what gives us that feeling. The sweat begins to bead up on the back of our necks. Muscles tense, breathing grows heavy. We are at its mercy from time to time, though we know that his master will soon pull him back.

Yet there is a fear that some of us know which is not explained by an analogy of a dog and a leash, but by a tree being covered in ivy. When we are born we are no more than seeds. The sunlight warms the ground gently each day to prepare us for our emergence. Upon that event the sun shines brightly on us and we begin to grow. Once we as beings have grown our metaphorical "bark" we now have what it takes to grow taller and taller. The fires that burn us may turn us to ash but we are still there, just new in form. The men who cleave at us for resources may break us and carry us away, but we are still free. One plague however does not leave us with any dignity. That plague is another plant. It is a vine that slowly begins to creep around us. Starting at our base we hardly notice it... then as it creeps up further our eyes begin to glance at it occasionally. Further it goes... we begin to fear it, we know we cannot stop it. Eventually it nears the point of covering us entirely. We panic...

At the end of our panic we are consumed by this weed. Eventually... finding peace shrouded within it. This hell is now a part of us, we begin to like it and finally love it. Yet if it is something feared so greatly then why do none find a way to stop it from growing? Surely there must be a way to halt it at some point forever more. Ah... it is beginning to consume you yes... but that does not change the fact that it is a beautiful weed, a beautiful virus. Why should we ward off that which makes us so beautiful? So great...

The answer is that we do not. Who is we you ask? I refer to them as if I were one, I dare not be. "We" refers to the warlocks of Azeroth. Standing tall, though covered in a beautiful plague. Soon from this beautiful nightmare the trees limbs begin to reach around the other trees. They are covered and eventually squeezed of all life they once possessed. Truly a masterpiece that fate would allow such things to exist. Weeds... that is.


New troubles arise in Azeroth...

There in the familiar Rest In Peace tavern, where many of the horde have come to enjoy so much, sits a warlock. Her name is Nadea. There she sits with an unsure look on her face. A pot of tea on her table steams steadily as she stares down at the table. A darkness then swelled upon the wall across the room. From the swelling darkness a black figure pushes itself out from the wall. Standing there the darkness melts away from him and fades away. "Rayeth..." Said Nadea in a soft voice. Rayeth smiled at her and asked if he could join her at her table, she of course nodded at the question.

There the two sat. Just chatting casually, however it was not long before Rayeth clued into the fact that something was bothering her. Without him having to ask she already knew he had caught on, so she started the conversation herself. "Rayeth, can I talk to you about something?" Asked Nadea. "Of course" Replied Rayeth. "Well... it's about me." She said, he nodded for her to continue. "I dont quite feel like myself lately. I feel violent... I feel like there's something I dont have." She said with obvious sadness in her voice. "It's not easy for me nadea. I fight that violence constantly... It is so hard for me to hide the monster within. You have no idea..." Said Rayeth, his eyes stern and cold. "I can feel your desires. I can see it screaming within you. It begs for power... it begs for passion and for glory." He shakes his head and blinks slowly as he speaks.

Nadea simply looked at him. Slightly confused but knowing it's best to listen to his words carefully. It was then that Gorthok walked into the tavern. Gorthok and Rayeth... two faces that have not met for some time. Instantly it was noticable that their friendship had diminished greatly. The warrior hardly gave a look to Rayeth... and rayeth nodded and said "Gorthok" as a greeting. "May I join you nadea?" Asked gorthok. Nadea's face lit up as she saw him and smiled. Gorthok took the smile as a yes and so he was not sitting at the table with Rayeth and Nadea. "So what were you two talking about?" Asked Gorthok. Nadea then explained to him that she was feeling a "bloodlust" lately. Gorthok scratched his cheek and smiled. "Good, let go of your rage it can only help you" Said Gorthok. It was that comment that sent a fire into rayeth's eyes... but he held it back. Instead he simply stared straight ahead, but only physically. Spiritually however...

"Naadea...."
A dark voice flashed into her mind.
"Naadea!..."
It seemed to gain some rage this time.
Nadea looked around the tavern in surprise. Gorthok simply ignored her odd behavior.
"Don't listen to him."
The voice was beginning to frighten her.
"Who said that?!" She exclaimed. Gorthok was not suspicious. "You alright?" He asked her. Nadea looked around frantically for a moment and then calmed down and nodded at Gorthok. Rayeth remained still.

"So like I was saying... don't worry about that bloodlust crap or nothing. When I get mad it makes me stronger! Nothing wrong with that right?" Said Gorthok somewhat boastingly.
The voices began to flash into Nadea's mind once more.
"No!" A dark and bellowing voice screamed. Nadea nearly jumped.
"He feeds you poison!"
Her face took on a look of fear for a second... though it then faded as she realized who the source was. She rested her eyes on Rayeth who was staring straight ahead... his eyes glowing a deep dark purple, the usual sign that he is tampering with something. One who has known Rayeth for his entire unlife would know by this time that purple eyes = bad.

Gorthok looked at him. "You don't agree?"
"No." Answered Rayeth. Gorthok sneered at him. "An axe swung in rage is a tool. A shadow woven in rage... is deathwish." Said Rayeth, his eyes still dark and eerie... expressionless and without emotion in his voice. He then shakes his head and blinks his eyes erasing the previous things said.
No arguement was unleashed but tension certainly crept round and about.

Rayeth finally turned to Nadea and said "I must go... we will speak later"

A being without purpose... is merely unemployed. Fate has a job for him. The hours are bad and the pay is none but he will do it.

[Rayeth]

Some hours later none sat in the tavern other than Rayeth and a hunter named vitusacles. A young trollish woman. A hunter with a burning rage against the watchers of time... and so she is naturally attracted to Rayeth, wishing to hate him so much but finding she cannot. Vitu, as she is often called, enjoys asking him questions and basking in the answers whether she likes them or not. Only moments passed before a newcomer entered the tavern. A troll who went by the name of Zuelazeer. He had only been there for a short while before his sharp tongue began to slice at things. Target number one... warlocks.

Vitu and Rayeth began to talk about time and other things. Within the minute zuelazeer had made his first mistake. "Ya, like an atrocity like you can know suchey ting" Said Zuelazeer. Rayeth ignored him knowing it wouldnt end well if he began arguing. "Don't think anyone asked ya mon" Said Vitusacles. "Ah don' care! 'e don diserve to live! be worshippen demons he's scum!" Said Zuelazeer, a bit of rage in his voice. "I do hope you are not the type to accuse me of attacking you when it was you who made the first move. I deal with those types often..." Said Rayeth in a calm voice. "Ya? Don' think you could attack me! You're weak an'joo know'et! Dats why you worship demons to make up for ya weakness!" Said Zuelazeer about as disrespectfully as he could.

Harsh comments were bombarded against the warlock's ears for quite some time. In his attempt to calm the fanatical anti-forsaken troll he only found failure. Knowing the only way to end this was to physically disconnect the trolls ability to speak... he simply chose to take the verbal beating. "Hello rayeth!" Said nissi from up in the rafters of the tavern. Cthuhlu knows just how she got there. "Nissi! You like to burn things do you not?" Asked rayeth. "burn things? Of course I do!" Replied nissi. Marroc entered the tavern and asked "what will you be burning?". Rayeth then lifted his hand and slowly began to move his fingers. Shadows began to weave at his finger tips and a dark manifestation found itself gathered behind Zuelazeer.

"Oh ya?! Kill me! I dare you!" Yelled Zuelazeer, jumping to his feet. "With pleasure" Said Rayeth. The voidwalker that had gathered behind Zuelazeer quickly grabbed wrapped its arms around him and held him tightly. Zuelazeer did not try to resist. "Before nissi kills him I'd like to tell you why marroc. According to him all of the forsaken race are filthy atrocities not diserving of even existing. He swears he would do anything to wipe us out of existance for our horrible actions and beliefs. Let us not forget that he openely stated we have no place anywhere other than a pile of ashes in a mass grave." said Rayeth. "Kill him." Said Marroc rather bluntly. Nissi then gathered a large fireball in her hand and sent it towards the troll. Incineration was instant. However if someone were to notice Rayeth's actions they would have noticed that his hand was held up in the air with a deep purple glow around it. As the troll turned to ash a shard condensed in Rayeth's hand.

"It will remain in my possession untill he learns his lesson... I may choose to let him out after I speak with him further" Said Rayeth, shoving the shard into his pocket away from the rest of his souls in his felcloth bag.

Horrid... I know.
Nissi then made her way out with a slight smile on her face.

The warlock now sat in a chair facing the roaring fireplace. Much of his raiment is horned and covered in lava cracks. Adorned with small demon skulls and the eyes of fiends unknown to this world. How silly of me! It's just rayeth! No need for elaborate introductions correct? Incorrect, he payed me to make him look good. Ignore it if you must.

"you should not do that rayeth" Said Marroc. Rayeth remained silent. "Your frightening people" Said Marroc. Rayeth simply continued to stare at the fireplace. "I know you dont mean to, but I also know what you are capable of. Now trust me, I know you are hardly trying but please stop" Said Marroc. "I'm not scaring anyone." Replied Rayeth. "Oh but you are. Vitu is showing no fear but I know you sense it on her. Imagine what you might be doing to her." Said Marroc.

"I cant help it..." Whispered Rayeth. "You need to realize that you are a frightening person." Said Marroc. "And you are no less frightening? Few can leave me a wound I will keep for more than a moment, but you can. You know very well that if we were to fight you would hurt me badly. You may even kill me if I slip up... yet it is not you who must refrain from scaring the young ones. It's only me who is the monster" Said Rayeth, a hint of aggression and anger in his voice. "Yes Rayeth but I do not suck souls from bodies!" Exclaimed Marroc. Rayeth gritted his teeth to keep himself from an outburst. "You are right marroc. Truly... I am angered by your words not because you offend me, but because you remind me of what I am and cannot change." Said Rayeth, his eyes turning to half moons of light. The glow from the fireplace leaving an eerie fire upon his presence.

"I'm sorry rayeth. I guess it just upset me" Said Marroc apologetically. "Truth is... believing in the light has given me hope and shadow has caused nothing but pain. Oh I swear on it... if I could bring light to these hands I would, alas I cannot. A curse of shadows upon me... Endless. I hate this." Said Rayeth, his expression not changing and sorrow filling his voice. "And I believe every word. You are not a beast Rayeth you are a hero. Never forget the great things you have done or the bad things will swallow you." Said Marroc.

Marroc picks up a glass of wine and walks over to Rayeth. He takes a seat next to him and places his hand on Rayeth's felheart spaulder. All the while vitusacles watches silently, Her horror of what she had seen rayeth do to that troll had subsided.

"Rayeth. Joo don't frighten me cause I'm fraid your going to hurt me. I don' really know why I'm afraid mon.." Said Vitusacles. "Rayeth you are one of the greatest men I know, both outside and within." Said Marroc.

"Great within... is that what you believe?" Asked Rayeth. His lips beginning to curl exposing his teeth. The warlock sat there in his chair. Loathing in himself. His hands slowly moved up to his horns and placed themselves upon them. With a hand on each horn he began to tug at them. His face contorted in pain. His cries could be heard far from the source... in all realms in all existances. Marroc stood and watched, so did vitusacles. Rayeth took a rest for a split second... he then had another go at it. Tugging downwards on his horns as hard as he could they began to crack. The cracks burned brightly with heat and steam began to rise from them. A few seconds more did his scream last as the horns shattered into embers leaving no more than jagged stumps upon his forehead. The stumps burned brightly as they quickly reformed into a new pair of horns. Rayeth buried his face in his hands and cried.

Marroc and Vitusacles just watched. Vitusacles' face showed sympathy, however she did nothing more than sit there. "I understand your pain Rayeth... because I do understand I realize that it is beyond what I could imagine. But you best remember something. You've got those who care about you. If you need anything and don't come to us... well you get the point" Said Marroc.

"You undertand my pain..." Whispered Rayeth.

Light is often afraid. Suddenly this tavern was entirely devoid of light for it had become a shadow world. There all things smudged and smoked away as if being blown by the winds of time. Soundless aside from the horrid sounds coming from Rayeth's spot. There sits not the warlock but his inner shadow. The beast which swirls in a torrent of blood and darkness. One of its many heads screams... one cries and one laughs. Its many arms can do nothing but fight each other off for turns at tearing at its own chest. "The Hell?!" was all marroc could utter before the sounds of this horrid creature froze him in fear entirely. Vitusacles shattered her mug of tea due to the tensing of her muscles one experiences just before they pass out from terror. Both marroc and vitu stare at this creature in this shadow world.

In order to help the two the light suddenly found its courage as it restored this little blip of existance back to normal removing it from the shadow. There sat the warlock in his chair before the fireplace. Expressionless he stars into the fire with his hands clasped, chin resting in his hands leaving his mouth covered by his clasped fingers. An eerie sight... this horned beast blankly glowing in the fire's light.

Vitusacles remained frozen from fear. "no... that is not you Rayeth! That is not you!" Yelled Marroc. "Oh but it is me Marroc!" Snapped Rayeth as he turned to marroc. Standing up and dragging his scythe to the stairs he stops to turn around and look into marroc's eyes. "Do not yet your darkness control you Rayeth... That is not you! You must be stronger than to let that control you!" Was all Marroc could spew from his mouth before he was cut off. "Silence! In your wildest dreams you would beg any diety that would reach out to you! You would beg them that creatures like me were just stories your parents told you! but its not so... true terrors really do exist in this world marroc! I am that which you would refuse to believe in out of pure and unceasing horror." Said Rayeth. With both rage and sorrow he sounded as if he were about to collapse. A tear of blood fell from the warlocks eye just before he walked upstairs and out of sight.

Corruption. It is like a tree who's fate has been sealed by imposing vines.

[Mortica]

((very nice!))

[Nadea]

((cant wait for more-- and I'll add stuff too, when its appropriate!))

[Rayeth]

Some of us wish for happiness. Some of us wish for power. Some of us make the mistake of thinking the two are the same.

And so we turn on a familiar place once more. The Rest In Peace tavern. It is there that those choking vines have picked their new target, Nadea. They will go to any length to see that she gets what she wants... I mean, what they want. Nadea sits in the tavern with her imp and Rayeth soon comes in to join her. He sent a smile in her direction and she returned it. "I'm sorry I had to run earlier." Said Rayeth. "Its ok... Rayeth I want to talk to you." Said Nadea. Rayeth took a seat with her and smiled at her. She looked at Rayeth and studied him. Her eyes ran themselves over his shoulders and horns. They stopped at his eyes for a moment and then continued down. An eerie green eye in a golden socket was grafted into the back of his right glove and it stared at Nadea curiously. She looked up at him to see his face having an inquisitive look upon it.

"I know what you want to ask me. You want to know how I became like this. How I became so great. So powerful... how I obtained it all." He said in a grim voice. He then leaned forward. "Well I'll have you know that this is not what i asked for. Its not what I want... and it isnt great at all. Its madening." Said Rayeth.

Nadea just looked at him. "You dont believe me?" Asked Rayeth. Nadea just looked at him. "I've never felt like this before Rayeth. It's easy for you to say such things, you have all the power you need and more. I envy you." Said Nadea.

Some patrons wandered in... among them were Gorthok, who was mentioned earlier and a warlock named Daala. Someone Rayeth had known in his early stages but had not seen for quite some time. Conversation between Corrupted and longing-to-be-corrupted ceased.

Some time passed... Rayeth went upstairs.

It wasnt long before the whole gang had showed up. Jergal of Infection, along with Keraph of Infection. Vitusacles entered and ordered some tea. Nadea lay against gorthok's shoulder. The two of them laughing and sharing words. Keraph and jergal conversing about the day and other matters. A young forsaken named Dnasiar fiddled around the bar where Glynnia sat.

It was then that a pounding was heard coming from upstairs. It was at first just a few light thuds. Hardly drew any attention. However, a moment later it was then much louder and abrasive sounding. "Whats that?" Asked gorthok. "Oh its just... that thing upstairs trying to get attention." Said Daala. Keraph looked concerned.

Some low thuds started sounding from upstairs along with some low screams. Like a demon beating its head upon the wall and screaming from the torment of it all. Shadows began to seep down from the ceiling... along with blood. A drop landed on gorthok's shoulder just as he was saying "I swear if one drop of that lands on me... Oh no he didn't." Gorthok shifted in growing anger. Nadea sat up and peered up at the seeping darkness. Vitusacles... knew what was upstairs. The skin we see known as Rayeth had sluffed itself off. The real beast waits behind his door now. She looked up the stairs. A chill went up her spine causing her to shiver.

Some violent and loud thuds began to sound... they stopped with a dark and frightening cry. As if his dragon-kin screamed along side him in anguish. The hellish sounds subsided. The blood which had dripped from the ceiling reversed their path and sucked back up. The shadows ran and hid. Gorthok looked at the drop of blood lifting off of his shoulder and took a deep breath. "Thats right, you better" He mumbled. "I better go check on him..." Said Vitusacles as she started heading up the stairs. Let us look through her eyes.

As she took each step her feet felt heavier. Her heart began to thump in her chest louder and louder until it was all she could hear along with her deep breaths. She was at the middle of the staircase now. That section where it is flat so it can turn and head in the other direction. She took one step onto the second flight and paused. Her eyes were level with the top of the stairs. Looking up she saw the effects of what sat in Rayeth's room begining to bleed out into the hall. Her heart began to race. The nightmare had broken loose.

"R-Rayeth?" She called out in a soft and reluctant tone. "Yes my dear?" Returned a disgusting sound from the end of the hall. Vitusacles took another step. She could see into his room now at the end of the hall. Blackened with shadow save a dim purple light which illuminated. As she looked down at it she felt as if it were sucking her in. "Tell Nadea... that I want to see her..." Said the dark and bellowing voice. "Y-yess... I w-will..." Replied vitusacles. Her nerves were firing like wildfire... she was shaking as she slowly and tensly descended down the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs she eyed nadea. "He wants to see you nadea." Said Vitusacles. Nadea looked around at her friends and headed to the bottom of the staircase. Keraph observed carefully in silence.

Nadea began taking one step at a time. Her mind was spiking with racing thoughts. Part of her was sure that he would grant her power... he would give her everything she dreamed of. Another part of her was frightened, not knowing what to expect. As she neared the top of the staircase the seeping darkness caught her eye. It began to weave its way into her head.

"Come closer to me... I want to show you something." Said the dark voice.
Nadea obeyed. She took her first few steps until she was on the edge of the shadow looking in on that dim purple glow. It was then revealed to her that the glow was not some lamp or idol... it was moving towards her. A low and frightening thump would sound every few seconds. Footsteps my friends, the kind you dont want walking near you. Nadea was stricken with fear. Her jaw dropped as she tried to scream but it was to no avail. The beast stepped out into the light... as it did the hallway's darkness concentrated upon it. All surrounding light turned dark and purple. Also known as blacklight. Its figure remained solid for only a moment. A sleek head with no visible sign of eyes or mouth... hulking shoulders and claws. However it was only in this form briefly... as its body began to collapse upon itself. Its right arm split into hundreds which immediately began laching onto the walls. A dark torso began to pull itself from the beasts chest, reaching out and screaming.

It lurched towards her. It's head remaining solid and sleek. Its other arm still solid reached out and grabbed nadea, putting its large palm across her chest and wrapping its claws around her back. It pushed her up against the wall.

"Is this what you want to become?!" The creature bellowed. No sound of this event could be heard from downstairs. "Is it?! Answer me!!" The beast slammed her against the wall. Like the roar of one thousand infernos it's voice shattered her ears. She began screaming in tears.

Downstairs a few tables and chairs were nearly flipped as the overbearing symbols of testosterone ran upstairs. As they reached the top of the stairs they saw nothing but Nadea slunk down against the wall. Her hands over her ears. Shaking...

A shadow fell down from the ceiling and into a chair downstairs. As the darkness subsided Rayeth sat where it had been. Staring blankly into the fireplace. Gorthok came down the stairs carrying nadea. He laid her down on a table. All the while her eyes remained fixed on Rayeth. "What did you do to her?!" Yelled Gorthok. Keraph followed behind and stood next to Nadea. He studied her. "Rayeth..." Said Keraph, but he quickly stopped.

"Are you alright?" Gorthok asked Nadea. "I feel weak..." She said. Hostility began to rise. If it could be described as an arrow I would definately say it was about to become an aimed shot directed at Rayeth.

"Rayeth... please give me my power back... I feel so weak. I need it!" She coughed as she raised her voice at the end of that statement. "I didnt take anything from you." Said Rayeth.

Uproars began... arguements fired. Those of the tavern gathered around nadea to tend to her. Feeling as if there was actually something they could do. Nadea's attention remained fixed on rayeth primarily. Save a few times when she asked for some wine. Gorthok kept himself attuned to Nadea's needs untill a young forsaken sparked his temper. Something was said to rayeth regarding him as foolish. That there are other ways to obtain power than to do it rayeths way. A testament to the lack of insight they had on the situation. As rayeth was not trying to give her power... but to make her hate it. Wonderful how it all fits together yes? If I were the type of person who plays video games such as World of Warcraft I might be tempted to "LOL" at the irony. Alas, I know of no such games. But I digress.

Gorthok was set off by a young forsaken named Dnasiar. She had told him to get a brain... in essence. I make mention of this because his reply was worthy of an "LOL" as some of you say.

"Do you know who I am? You must not know who I am. You see this axe?!" gorthok lifted his axe. "You see this helm?" Gorthok pointed to the helm on his head. "I'm Gorthok bitch!"

Take a moment to "LOL" as needed.

Now let us continue.


Rayeth began walking to the door. It was obvious that rage and confusion overpowered his will and so he decided it was best to deal with Nadea alone. Her comrades had no idea what was in store for her. Just before he walked out the door Nadea reached out to him. "No... dont go. I need your help." She nearly begged him. "If you want power dont think that his way is the only way. We can help you... were your friends too arent we?" Said Daala. Rayeth didnt even glance at Nadea... he simply left. If she is to hate power she must feel the unyielding pain of its effects.

Just before Rayeth summoned his dreadsteed with a crack of thunder and flame Gorthok stepped out of the tavern. "If you hurt her... I'll kill you." Said Gorthok. He walked back inside before a response could be issued.
The thunder cracked and the fire raged. Rayeth rode off.

Corruption. You have no friends. Only those who revel in your plague and those who die in it.

[Rayeth]

((Nadea. Once I do a writeup of your nightmare (which should be a damn good write, I hope) I will leave this open to you. You can finish it or write whatever you want and let me continue whenever you want. ))

[Rayeth]

It was a foggy night around the Rest In Peace. The type of fog you would see in an old horror movie. A woman is given the task of walking across town. It's late, no one is out, and there is a thick fog that leaves only a small visible pathway back to her home. What will await her in the foggy darkness? NOSFERATU! I mean... something mysterious and unknown. Now back to our story.

It was this sort of night that our warlock friend cherished. Mystery was one of his favorites, and the fog was certainly mysterious. Though in the tavern the fog had no place it's presence outside did well to help him think.

When a watcher is mentioned those in the know think, "Dwagons? time? yay!" Well... in some sense they think that. However it is often missed that a watcher's title literally describes his job, to watch. Watch what? Watch everything. The worker bees of the time keepers do not study only what happens in time, but time itself. In order to understand all things a watcher must watch all things. So tonight Rayeth did just that. Sat and watched.

He watched the patrons of the tavern. One of which his focus was on moreso than the rest. Nadea of Infection. Nissi, Nadea, Daala and Marroc. The tavern's choice for the night. Oh and of course Rayeth. Marroc sat alone by himself, looking annoyed and somewhat sad. Nissi and Nadea were spending their time with Daala, who was sharing with them some sort of rare and stimulating Alcohol. The three of them laughed and drank the night away. All was seemingly calm and good.

Somewhere in the middle of the fun Rayeth's silence broke. His lips made no motion. His eyes made no gesture, but his mind had something to say.
Acustomed to the effects Rayeth's darkness had on her his actions towards her did not make her startle nor cringe. She heard his words without showing any physical sign that she had. As the sound of friends was flooded by whispers and dark voices some of them came to her with sensible words.

"Sleep well tonight... As if you had a choice."

Nadea knew that the night's shadows would be upon her. That the darkness tonight would be more than the absence of light. It would be like a cold hand to wrap itself around her and tear her from her sleep. Drag her away... and show her the poison that was meant for her.

Seclusion was Rayeth's best friend. He would lock himself away in his room of the Rest In Peace. There was it that the demons came out to play. In the night they would tap on his window before they swooped down through the bar below and up to his room where they would knock on the door. He would crack it open and ask "who is it?" and they would respond in unison. "Can the Dark one come out and play?"

That room will be cursed for the rest of it's existance. The one who sleeps in that bed will never be the same. The demons and the shadows know that it is where the dark one sleeps. They will assume whoever sleeps there is the new dark one. The new friend.

Tonight Rayeth had visitors. The creatures were in handfuls. They wandered into his room and gathered around. He sat there in the dark. His dim purple eyes are the only source of light. Showing a glimpse of his face and horns. Along with a glimpse of the beasts that sat around him in a circle. The door to his room tightly shut. The creatures could feel his thoughts spinning. As they found their way to Nadea, as they made her toss and turn in the night the demons rejoiced. They growled, gurgled, and chanted. "Hail, Darkness. Hail, Darkness. Hail, Darkness".

Hail, Darkness. Hail, Darkness. Hail, Darkness!

"I will make you hate yourself Nadea. I will make you cringe at the thought of power. I will make you weak, if only to save your life." Said Rayeth. His voice growing harsh and tainted as the demons around him began to beat their fists on the ground. Pounding and chanting louder and louder!

Hail! Darkness! Hail! Darkness! Hail!! Darkness!!!

Nadea began to dream.


Nadea came down the stairs of the Rest In Peace. Those who looked upon her had faces full of smiles, but for the first time ever nadea could see more. Their faces smiled but their souls began to scream. She looked at them all and forced a smile. Taking a few steps she saw those she drew near turn away. Their souls got on their hands and knees and begged. Tears streaming down their faces, begging that she come no closer to them.

It wasnt something that frightened her. She was a soulstealer, a warlock, and a powerful one. She had caused pain beyond words. She smiled and snapped her fingers. Her succubus appeared with a bottle of wine and a glass. "Here you are mistress!" Said the succubus as she put the wine down. Nadea nodded and poured herself a glass. As she sipped it she reached down and tightened her felheart belt. It burned her hands as she touched it, but she liked it.

An orc across the tavern was caught staring at her. He was looking somewhat disgusted as he peered at her horns, her spiked felheart shoulders and her felheart gloves. The eye on the back of her right hand opened and looked right back at the orc. With this vision granted by this eye nadea knew she was being watched. "See something you like?" She said to the orc. He grunted and turned away. "Something the matter" She asked the orc. He turned and looked at her. Nadea could hear his heart beating. It was beating fast, he was afraid. She could see the blood pumping through his veins. Her hands began to quiver and she quickly restrained herself.

"Shouldn't you be out kissing a felguards toes?" Said the Orc in a snobby tone. Nadea felt the room darken. She felt the maelstrom of darkness that was her soul... she felt it churn and scream. "Thats funny." She said to the orc in a light hearted tone. The orc snarled at her. "You mockin me?" He asked. "No of course not. I just thought that was a funny joke. Felguard's toes! hah!" said Nadea as she laughed.

An image of nadea's true feelings would prove that she felt no such way. For in the shadow realm her horrid swirling body of darkness and hate began to tear at itself. Splitting and cracking, it's body would continually mend itself so it could shatter in a new place.

The orc grunted and turned back to his grog. Nadea had nothing to do but sit there and think. She looked around the tavern, simultaneously she saw it as multiple things. How it was in the past, it's present, and it's future. She could feel the tears of those who had cried here in the past. She could smell the blood of those who were to die here in the coming days. Trying to decipher it all, trying to understand what it was she was seeing and hearing she found herself with a terrible headache. Trying to dull it she began to drink. One... two... three... bottles of wine. Still no effect. In anger she squeezed the last bottle until it shattered. The shards of glass slashed her hand up. She watched as the wounds closed in a moment. No pain from the wounds either... it was as if the only pain she could feel was in her mind and in her spirit. Never in her body.

Nadea stood up and started to wander. Out into the glades she walked for miles. In the forests where the demon hounds and duskbats were, to the shores were the little murlocs gurgled about. There on the shore she found silence in her head. The waves seemed to drown it all out. It was at the shores that all places in time seemed to converge. There was no mess. No past, present, future. It was just the tranquility of the calm shore.

The murlocs were not bold enough to attack her, but they did make note of her. A few of them stood up straight and glared at her. They gave an occasional "blegrehgah... murgleurgleurgle." In her general direction to try and ask her to leave. She saw it as amusing and smiled as she waited for their next vocal assessment.

Her life felt good. It felt like there was nothing more to it all then this tranquil shore. The little murlocs trying to make her leave. She fell back on the sand and stared up at the sky. Taking deep breaths, giggling at the end of each one it was like a dream. Nothing could feel so wonderful. Next to her was the only one of her demons that had feelings. Much as Rayeth's succubus cares for him, a rare thing to see. Nadea's imp cared for her. He looked out for her. The little imp crouched down on the sand beside her. She looked over to him. "Is this real?" She asked. The imp wiggled it's big nose and nodded. Its flames making it glow there on the beach.

Nadea began to think about her day up until this point. Nothing she had came in contact had any care for her. The things that seemed to like her were scared to death. They treated her with respect because they didnt want to die... or they didnt want to have to fight. As for the orc, who was strong enough to defend himself against her, his fear turned to hatred. There was this burning down within her that made her want to use everything she had. She wanted to blow it all away, destroy it. Tear everyone and everything asunder with the flick of her wrist.

The voices she could hear and the screams. Her head was clouded with more than what was around it. Things that had been, glimpses of the past bombarded her thoughts like a volley of arrows. The future reared its head from time to time, purposely to try and frighten her. One of the few things that could do so. She realized that she hated her life. She never wanted to leave this shore. It was the only place she had enjoyed all day and she knew it would be the only she would ever enjoy.

It was far from over with.

Her imp looked out to the horizon, the sun was going down. He shifted out of reality and hopped off into the forest. Nadea sat up and looked around. "Where did you go?" She asked. Her head looked around at the forest behind her and then turned back to the ocean. The sun was about to set. Her breathing hastened. She could have sworn she felt her heart beat. The sound of her breath flooded her ears. As the darkness swept over the land she gripped the sand in both of her hands. It was obliterated in her clutch. She lifted to her feet with some demonic force carrying her. Her eyes swirled with shadows as her heart blackened. The nightfall had come.

"Few warriors realize that the struggle between heaven and hell is endless. One event after another, instant after instant. The domino principle, scientists call it. One event happens which triggers another and another and another. All will be revealed in the end. No matter how wonderful or how hideous." -Rein[Forced]

Nadea began to walk along the road to brill. The demons that wandered the glades howled as she passed them. The fangs of the night hovered over her like a sign that said "Danger: Hazardous to all life". She wandered down that road. Her eyes swirling with shadows. The night making her its home. A dark energy followed her, like a cloud of fear and shadow. Her madened smile brought itself all the way into brill.

As she entered the town the forsaken there bowed before her. They could see that she was a creature to respect. Nadea wandered on through brill and made her way to the Rest In Peace out in the glades.

The Tavern was empty. Nadea walked over to it's door and glared at it. The door opened itself and she walked in. As she entered she saw that this was not where she had meant to go. Demons grabbed her and pulled her in. It was a world of swirling shadows and dark winds. The demons began clawing at her and tearing her apart as they dragged her deeper and deeper. She started to scream. The demons stopped and surrounded her in the darkness. She rose to her feet and let out a deafening shreek. The demons started to draw closer. Nadea felt the power of the nightfall surging through her. Her eyes began to burn... her hands began to surge with darkness.

As the flames in her eyes began to rise and cover her, the demons reached out for her. She rose in the flames until she was out of reach. The demons were annihilated as she let out one last scream. She fell to her knees crying in the Rest In Peace. The patrons around her stared in horror. None of them dared to help her, or to ask if she was ok. The few that moved only did so to run out of the tavern and never return.

Dreams are woven of feelings. This dream is considered a nightmare. Why? Because it was woven in the image of Rayeth's life.

Rayeth sat there in his room. His visitors dancing around him chanting and screaming in their horrid dark voices. "Hail! Darkness! Hail! Darkness!". None of this could be heard by those outside his room. It was locked away from the rest of the world. There he sat. Eyes full of shadow in a room with no light. The creatures around him bellowing that infernal cry. This was corruption. This was what power lead to.

Corruption. The world is your best friend. Burn her. It's how she likes it.

[Rayeth]

((It's your turn nadea! Wooo!! If you want me to take over again at any point just tell me. Have fun))