Ered’Kiels Desolation (IC Closed 2)

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Isaik heard the minions of his own command hear his will and obey. They might not have known it but they would need to be quite familiar with the Artificer if they were to ever beat the man who would kill them all. Isaik could easily read the confusion on their faces, they were ready for combat and war… They would join soon enough, Isaik had been watching the group on Azeroth fight through the stockades and felt their progress was going a bit slow… Something had to be done…

Isaik gave a dry laugh, “Can? He will always do as I will, however his aggression may be high if he believed I kept you for no reason…” Isaik hissed, he however had no plan to keep Jaseiah longer than needed… Isaik only wished to send Jaseiah back with her sibling, a sign that Salkeen was still a favored under Isaik, that even with something taken something was given in return…

Isaik watched as Yumara sliced her palm to create a life form to direct Jaseiah deeper into the dark vessel… Isaik easily understood why Yumara might create such a thing, Jaseiah has never been aboard the vessel… But, one never had to be aboard the vessel to find what they were seeking… Isaik considered for a moment, it was quite time Isaik addressed his vessel by its name…

The vessel’s name was Malevolence… Contrary to what the others no doubt thought about the vessel, it had never actually been the legion vessel that Isaik and the other had taken… Isaik had actually sacrificed the entirety of that legion vessel to summon his own… The Malevolence was not built with a legion ship in mind, the Malevolence was built using the knowledge of naruu dimensional ships, that’s what the Malevolence was, a dark dimensional ship… The Malevolence was a work of wonder beyond what many thought possible, it was nearly unstoppable, a monstrous supreme structure… However such power came at a price… The vessel needed to consume obscene amounts of power, a entire fel Star, a legion command vessel, all the other demons aboard… It was unmatched…

Isaik turned his full attention back to Yumara as she spoke… “Their war… It is merely a distraction, I sense slithering under the tides… I foresee a future where it is necessary to eliminate this problem… Shame really… I would have preferred more minions…” Isaik spoke letting Yumara in on the futures he had seen… “Though truth you have, in a few timelines mutually assured destruction is exactly what the two factions have done…” Isaik gave a dry laugh…

“Indeed… Those emotions are exactly why I rather enjoyed watching those wars… One could only wonder how the armies of Azeroth would have faired against Y’Shaarj… The fools only faced a mere fraction of his power…” Isaik hissed. Isaik may not have been allied with old gods as the Master wished to consume the void lords but he could admire their strength. When he had been known as the entity Zalak, he had even slain a few old gods on long forgotten worlds… But none of the pitiful gods Zalak had faced had been like Y’Shaarj, the most powerful old god upon Azeroth…

Isaik tapped his chin a gesture of thought, “You would very much enjoy the Artificer… He too works in such fields… Skalaz, the Artificer, has many test subjects for you to use if you so desire… His skill is more in alchemic transmutation and arcane transmutation, so he can design any test subject for you to use… We will be joining him soon…” Isaik hissed, He still needed the teacher for the elves to show up…

Isaik gave a small shrug, “a unfortunate situation yes, but also a great opportunity to mold her to our own goals… Izzabelle has Sericon to act as her anchor to the world, we will just ensure to safeguard that anchor.” Isaik moved to help calm Yumara, not to much as to dissuade her from her next actions but lessen the pain of loss… “It does not matter if she forgot who we were but to focus on what we are.” Isaik implied, he was not that unhappy over the entire outcome.

Isaik merely watched unmoved as the two beings conversed with one another, “Why not introduce new memory suggestions to take place of what was lost? Izzabelle already questions whether she herself is s malfunctioning homunculus, I am very tempted to further that suggestion…” Isaik hissed, “I already had to ensure that neither Sericon nor Skalaz mention Lord Salkeen… Her mind state seems to fragile for that at the moment…” Isaik stated, he had been keeping a close on in the girl after the binding, he saw that Sericon had been unsure how to treat the situation… The void elf very much despised being untruthful to his bonded…

Isaik reached into his cloak once more pulling forth a small trinket, a string of blade shards covered in long dried blood. The phylactery focus for his recently deceased minion… Isaik merely began to focus his power on the relic further calling his lost spirit back to the place he belonged, to the Master and a newly awaiting body… “Unfortunately our lost soul is taking his time…” Isaik spoke monotonously, “Follow along with me, we can continue our deliberations along the way…” Isaik said before slowly turning and moving towards the door like a revenant… The doors opened slowly to reveal the ever dark hallways devoid of any others that had recently moved through before them… Isaik crosses into the darkened halls, sure his loyal would follow him…

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Ahcirej moves across Centralis, steeping in and out of the plain of shadows? Was it the plain of shadow? Perhaps it wasn’t, she couldn’t be sure, it wasn’t the void, nor was it the plain of death, or the non corporeal realm. She could wonder into those plains as well. Still it was this shadow filled realm of nothingness that… No she was wrong this realm wasn’t as much empty, as it was filled with disconnected, and forgotten things. Memories, thoughts, deaths that leave their imprints on the world around them, long after they have been forgotten. These oddities existed more strongly around where the recent battles involving Lord Salkeen took place. Ahcirej could manipulate these memories and give them a form of life, and magic. But it took a lot of memories, and a powerful mind to create, control, and command these beings once created. Plus she missed the bond she shared with both Jericha, and Lord Salkeen.

Memories however had been messing with her brain. They were making her question who, and why she was. She was once the holy light, a beacon of hope for the light side, as it fought against the darkness, of the void, and the Legion. She now finds herself unsure of herself and the connections that she had. Connections that she’ll never have again, now that the one who could return them was gone. At this moment she hates them all, Jericha, Salkeen, Izzabelle, Isaik, that damn cat… everyone. Yet as soon as the emotion appears it vanishes, Ahcirej being unable to hold it. She cannot hold, bond, or connect to anything, not for any lasting time. She could use the imprints around her to create a body for herself, depending on the strength of them, it would determine how strong she was, how long this body would last. They never last nothing ever lasts, all the connections the others have, will one day cease to exist, but unlike her they could form new ones. Stepping back into the realm of nothingness, she continues her trek across Centralis.

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The undead creature had watched damn near the whole of the battle play out watching so much death! It was quite a treat to watch the souls of the slain whisk off to the places for their demise, he of course mostly meant the demons returning to the nether. There was something peculiar though, a echo but more that was also nearby… Someone from the battle, John could tell… He replayed the war in his head… “Ahcirej…” The undead creature hissed… The echo of what he saw, a soul but like a memory… John watched her wander, the realm of death was a ever changing and flexible realm just like the nether… Parts of the realm were pure black, spirits running through in terror, others like a dark forest replaying their biggest regrets, some were more peaceful a ethereal realm of mostly nothing… John could only guess which she was experiencing…

The undead soul of his black as it was creeped its way towards the only other important thing that was also here… “Truly lost are you??” John hissed his appreance like a rotting black corpse… “Normally I might revel in such loss and pain… But I always serve the master…” The corpse hissed, his soul seemed sickly it had been through much darkness… “The longer you stay the less chance you have to ever return…” Gallows explain, he had been in the dark place, during his first death he thought he might never return from the nightmare… Necromancy had not been seen by human eyes on Azeroth at that time…

Gallows tilted his black skeletal skull, “Make your way back to Azeroth… Here on this dead world you will only remain nothing…” The skeleton hissed, he didn’t care if she made the trek like he did or if she just merely moved to the dark vessel in the sky… “If you are valuable… You are never forgotten…” Gallows hissed, he could feel himself being further pulled towards the Malevolence…

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As Ahcirej continued her trek phasing in, and out, of the different realms. Her mind wandering down many paths, paths soon forgotten. Perhaps wandering to far from everything would eventually disconnect her from existence. As it is she was struggling to remember things she knew just moments before… The realm of death, no this place she walked wasn’t the realm of death, though some might see it as such. She could enter that realm, but there she had no form, no mind, no existence, she preferred just walking along its borders.

Ahcirej stops and turns staring into the realm of death, at the corpse that had spoken to her. She looks around first to be certain he wasn’t speaking to another of that realm. Seeing no one she watches the decaying black corpse for a moment. She couldn’t speak, so she would have to form what she was saying. Then again it was a simple question that could be answered simply. She shakes her head back and forth, she wasn’t lost, something that didn’t truly exist couldn’t be lost.

She pauses looking at him, unsure of what he meant, she didn’t really feel much of those. She couldn’t connect to emotions that well now, while in a physical body. In this form it was even harder, still it got her thinking that she should head back to Jericha’s room aboard the Ered’Kiel. Ahcirej focuses her magic on a group of passing thoughts, she creates the image of things dying in multiple ways, and those that grieve their loss. She then forms illusions of physical and mental torture, One to represent loss, the other pain. Then they all vanish into the mists leaving not a trace behind. When that she turns away ready to continue her journey.

Ahcirej stops again, turning she thoughtfully eyes the decomposing, undead. No one understood what she was, they thought her dead because she skirted the boarders of that realm. She couldn’t explain what she was, what she had become, but dead wasn’t it. Whether she stayed here or not wouldn’t change what she was now, what she had been forced to become. A sprinkle of Void dust, and some magic words weren’t going to change what she was. Izzabelle was the only one who could’ve done that. The only one! and she had chosen to forget everything, to continue living her life oblivious to the damage she had caused her. once again she feels hate, anger, resentment, again it fades leaving not a trace behind.

She wasn’t about to take orders from a heap of decaying flesh and bones, that she met just moments earlier. Besides she wasn’t really sure how to even return to Azeroth. She could return to the side of those she knew, like Jericha, Salkeen, Izzabelle, even Master Isaik’s or Yumara’s. For now she wished to return to the Ered’Kiel, the memories tied to that vessel helped to keep her grounded. She nods at the corpse, before vanishing, reappearing in Jericha’s room aboard the crashed vessel. She doesn’t stay their for long, after a few minutes she leaves it and heads towards the command bridge. On her way she passes the mostly destroyed flight hanger, where all the Ered’Kiels fighter vessels and ships, were kept. Most of them had been destroyed in the blast from the Flesh Titan, and the following crash. Ahcirej moves through the wreckage, surveying the damage. That’s when she sees it, buried beneath the wreckage of another was a mostly intact one person fighter. Opening her mind she searches the myriad of memories floating around her, for the ones that she needed.

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Orion switches to his Humanoid form to speak with Isaik. While he has no fear of him, he does respect him, and believes that he deserves to speak with him in his more powerful form. “Why not just introduce new memory suggestions? The answer is simple because I cannot. I cannot create what is non existent, I can erase from her mind all the memories that she has, by simply removing that time period from her existence.” Orion explains, looking at Isaik not really sure if he understood what he was saying. “When Salkeen released Izzabelle, i had to go in and remove every moment of her life where she might have any sort of contact or affiliation, with himself, or Jericha.” Orion continues his voice low, like he regretted having to do what he did. “However Izzabelles memories of Yumara, you, Varicar, and many others are tied strongly to either Jericha, or Salkeen. So I had to remove those times as well, I set it up so if anyone tried to return those lost times, they would be erased before she could even process them.” Orion states as hundreds of little watches, clocks, and hourglasses, constantly move around him. “As I said it took a lot of manipulation just to keep most of the memories of her pilot intact. It was imperative that she choose to live, not that she remember.” Orion says stopping and smiling slightly before speaking once more. “You do realize that Izzabelle is more like a living construct, that an actual living being. Her body was completely destroyed by Ebony’s spell along with all of her memories and damn near the entirety of her soul. Her body was created using some of the darkest Magics we could find in that mad mans tower. Countless lives were sacrificed to create the form that she has. millions more to recreate her soul.” Orion pauses, he’s sure Isaik had seen this, he was certain that Yumara had shared with him Izzabelle’s blocking of the spell meant for Jericha. “Izzabelle is more than anyone could possibly imagine, she isn’t just a felblood with some power. She is Elven, demonic, draconic, ethereal, primal, void, elemental, humanoid, necrotic, bestial, etc… so many thing went into making her, yet they could all be destroyed in less than a nano second.” Orion stops and drags his hand through his hair, and shakes his head in slight frustration. “To keep Izzabelle frozen like I do is the most magic consuming thing of my existence. So if you wish to go with her being an homunculus then I’m okay with that, although it might cause her to question her feelings for her pilot.”

Orion looks at Isaik with a rather confused look on his face. “Why? you do realize that Izzabelle has no memory of Lord Salkeen, zero, zilch, nada. Someone mentioning his name isnt going to bring those memories back. There gone, permanently gone, so neither of the two you mentioned should worry about mentioning Salkeen or Jericha, If they mention them to her, she will have no clue as to who they are talking about. Now if they try to get her to remember Salkeen now that would cause a problem.” Orion says switching back into his feline form and vanishing as the conversation came to an end. It would be interesting to see this Skalaz’s opinion on the genitic makeup of Izzabelle’s body. It took looking really deep to unwrap all the layers that were Izzabelle.

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Isaik watched as Orion changed to a humanoid form, it wasn’t entirely necessary, the dark being always saw through his forms to see the true creature before him… “You cannot because you use time magic, I however am more skilled in other things relating to the mind…” Isaik implied, he could have easily placed a entire lifetime of memories for Izzabelle to look back on. “It seems time magic is not always the solution… Perhaos you should have just gone to me, removing memories is something I do quite often…” Isaik hissed, infact removing memories was one of his favorite things to do, he had planned to do something like it in Stormwind after the group made their escape…

Isaik tilted his skeletal form, He merely would have altered some memories and removed emotions for others… If Isaik had worked his magic, Salkeen and Jericha would’ve just been some commanders that once owned Izzabelle and Sericon, Izzabelle would have merely felt unappreciated when she looked back on them… The mind was quite flexible, easily able to put pieces together…

Isaik gave a dry laugh, “Perhaps you should have relied on one more adept with such manipulation…” Isaik hissed, Izzabelle was now under his command…

Isaik nodded, he had replaced his hands back into his sleeves as they all moved through the darkened hallways… “I did see such a thing… Infact I see more than you at times…” Isaik stated, he listened to the words of the timeless elf and put it together with the fate signature he had felt upon casting his gaze upon Izzabelle… More and more the dark master, started to realize that his influence had gone farther and effected more than even he predicted and in a way evolved… This is why he foresaw Izzabelle as the one to slay Raveintis, she was made by Zalak’s dark knowledge but with a purpose other than dark… Isaik wondered if her original purpose might try to show itself down the line…

“I know this, and Skalaz will see the same when he lays a hand on Izzabelle… One of the first things for using alchemic transmutation is comprehension, understanding the inherent structure and properties of the atomic or molecular makeup of a particular material to be transmuted, including the flow and balance of potential and kinetic energy within.” Isaik stated as for Izzabelle being destroyed as quick as Orion implied, Isaik was not so sure… If she was indeed born from what he suspected she was, she would not be destroyed in a physical way… But she would also become the destroyer…

Isaik did not let on what he was starting to believe, he would now fully understand why it consumed so much energy to hold her… “You imply as if the homunculi couldn’t feel feelings if not made to do so… Humans are devolved Titan constructs, if they can receive emotions is it so hard to believe a homunculus could not?” Isaik implied a cunning predatory grin on his face…

“I ensured they would not for two reasons, should some poor idiotic minion try to remind her… And two, I prefer to not have complications of someone saying something happened that she can’t remember… It might not be something she would remember then, but after she might have questions…” Isaik hissed, unintended loose ends were not something the master enjoyed dealing with…

Isaik had been continuing the conversation while they moved through the shadows halls… It was only after such words they arrived… Great dark doors swung open slowly with a low groan… The area they were entering was even more cold and filled with despair than the rest of the dark vessel… wretched black metal spikes hung from the ceiling, as chains hung beside them… Along the back of the great dark room filled with the beaten and lost prisoners was a great pale orcish form hanging from spiked chains… Dried blood covered his form, he was in a sorry shape… “We have arrived…” Isaik hissed…

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The dark skeleton only gave a dry hollow laugh… “Deny it all if you wish… There is more than one way to be lost…” The corpse hissed… It however was not easy to communicate with a being incapable of such things as words…

After much attempts at communication, the exchange ended just like that… The spirit nodded before vanishing… Now it was Gallows’s turn, he felt the master calling… More and more the undead creatures form began to fade before with a last screeching sound the undead soul seemed to vaporize into dust…

To Gallows it was different, his phylactery called to him… His soul moving to be contained within the shattered blood stained blades… His old blades he had used for such wanton murder before and after his death… Even with his soul in a new body, the blades called to him, wished for him to return to his bloodshed… His spirit entering the blades he removed his last moments as a living man…

The sounds of his old shop, John sat alone in the darkness as he slammed his butcher down into some meat from the nearby farms… The man lifted his arm again and slammed it down hard decapitating the meat of what was once a sheep… He had grown so bored of slicing the flesh of these dead farm beasts, he just wished for more… The man had tried to see if his wife would follow him to do something more, but it only ended up in arguments and pain…

John slammed the cleaver down once more before the voice rang out behind him! “I am leaving you…” It was johns wife, “I couldn’t leave because I don’t love you, I love another man!” The women yelled! Now normally a man like John might argue and yell with this women, but night after night he had fought with her, day after day she denied him and cheated on him… John snapped… John whirled around his blood cleaver still in his hand and with a quick slice he cut the women across her screaming face! John didn’t stop in his rage he sliced again and again dismembering his one time wife until she was completely unrecognizable, just another lump of meat in his shop… When he was finally done, John had a cold realization, he kinda liked slicing living flesh…

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Izzabelle laughs, feeling a little more at ease as the Goblin spoke. “There’s a lot of blank spaces in there.” Izzabelle explains, bringing her hand up and tapping on her head. “Because of that I’m not sure how my body or mind might react to being tampered with. However I’m more than willing to try and enhance myself.” She said matter of factly, while she was unsure of what would happen, she was more than willing to risk it, to gain the power that she required. “The Gnome gave me serums which I remember using, I believe they were Mantis Shrimp, and Red Eyed Tree Frog.” She pauses as her eyes become unfocused for a moment. “It’s strange the things I remember, such as,” as she speaks her body switches smoothly between her High Elven, Felblood, Aranasi and fel’dorei forms. “I’m not sure how I can do this, I just know that I can.” She says before returning to her normal Felblood form.

Bowing respectfully Izzabelle decides to introduce herself. “I am Izzabelle, I really don’t know much other than that, I believe there were times when I was referred to as the Silent Blade, and the girl of a million faces. Although that title seems kind of odd.” She speaks, shrugging her shoulders as she does so. The spider that was resting on her head climbs out of her hair, and waves at the Goblin. It then scurries down her face, shrinking in size. Izzabelle opens her mouth and the spider disappears inside of it. Her neck bulges as it returns to the sac hidden within her. “As you can see my body is infested with fel plague spiders, and scarabs. I’m protective of the sac that houses them.” Izzabelle explains, she is extremely protective of them, she has been since she swallowed the sac and they became bound to her. “however they constantly seem to be hungry, it not so bad now that a large percentage of them have taken up residency in my room.” She continues, shivering as she remembers the pain of having her stomach explode from gorging on to much flesh when she cannot control the hunger, at least she now knew how to feed them.

Izzabelle smiles and punches Sericon in the arm, before turning back to the Goblin. “In that case might I suggest giving me a large foot, and the strength required to boot my Monster into Orbit.” Izzabelle says still smiling, as she moves closer to Sericon.

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Yumara attention remains focused on Master as he speaks, about the war, and the power slithering beneath the tides. “It is a shame that such a powerful entity must be eliminated.” Yumara says, her voice low and tinged slightly with anger that such a minion would have to be… she pauses in her thoughts and a malicious grin appears on her face. “Then again I’m certain that Master will Strip from this preferred minion, everything that he needs. While more minions would be nice, I know Master will not hesitate to take what he needs from this entity…” Yumara s fairly sure Master is speaking of the void god N’zoth, the one who had tricked that useless Queen Azshara. Yumara felt no emotions for her or her lot, actually she really didn’t feel any sort of emotions for many things, the exceptions she could easily count on her fingers with a few to spare. Yumara looks at Master her gaze filled with adoration. “It doesn’t surprise me, lesser being left to their own devices tend to navigate towards destruction. It is why they need Master to rule and control them. Still being the simple things that they are, they will no doubt rally against us.” Yumara says sadly shaking her head in mock disappointment, “Tis a shame really, that they lack the comprehension of being able to see the glorious future Master has planned.” She continues An evil glint appears in her eyes, while she must be kept in balance she did enjoy sowing fear, death, and destruction. It was a desire left over from that time, a hate, that was never, could never fully be quenched.

Yumara grins and brings a finger to her chin and mindlessly taps on it. “That would have been a vision, the death the destruction, the fear. One can almost taste it, if they picture it in all of its horrific glory.” She speaks her voice low as her mind plays out various scenarios. “Still the armies of Azeroth having proven that idiots gathering in large groups can prove to be rather powerful. As a certain Burning Titan found out.” Yumara says.

Yumara listens as Master talks of Skalaz the Artificer. “I would very much like to meet with your Artificer Master, having test subjects to use, will be needed in my specific line of work. I’ve been using Demons for most of my recent creations. Izzabelle being a Felblood was rather useful, as is her ability to purge, or regenerate if she dies before the purging can take place.” Yumara says questioning whether or not Izzabelle ‘s body would remember what her mind had forgotten.

Yumaras hand grips Masters robes, being in his presence always calmed her, he had a power over her that dwarfed that even of Orion. Orion might be her watcher, but Master was her keeper. “This isn’t the first time that Izzabelle has forgotten who I was, and Master is correct, this will make her more malleable for him to shape her into what we need, to ensure Masters success.” She remarks her hands clenching into fists. “Still Master will have to be careful not to manipulate her mind, else Orion might take her and leave. I swear that cat sees her almost like a daughter, it is the reason he is overtly protective of her.” Yumara knows that Master is well aware of Orion’s protective feelings towards Izzabelle.

Yumara listen to the two higher beings converse as the three move through the Masters Vessel, or perhaps it’s the vessel that is moving around them. She found it to be extraordinary, she smiles thinking of the horror this ship was truly capable of. She continues to listen as Orion, and Master speak about Izzabelle.

Yuma a turns to Orion, “now that you mention it we did have to use a combination of the most powerful spells we could to create a proper host body for our dear Izzabelle. Even with all of that you still need to keep her frozen.” Yumara says as she thinks about that fateful days. Orion turns to Yumara, “I will forever be grateful to her for intercepting that spell on that day. So much would have been lost had she not, it cost her everything, and once again she will pay that price.” Orion says, Yumara merely nods in agreement. *she knew that Orion didn’t like what Izzabelle had to go through, but he understood its necessity.

Yumara looks up at Master. “Many things went into the creation of the one known as Izzabelle. She has the potential to become them all.” She explains her brow furrowing as she speaks. “Once she obtains a form she will be able to switch to it at will. If Skalaz Masters Artificer were to force her or convince her to take on say an draconian like form. That form would be added to her many forms and in the future she could use that form. However she can only use forms that she has physically been. She cannot take on primal, Ethereal, etc forms because she has never been them, so lacks the knowledge needed to obtain them.” Yumara says, in a way Izzabelle was exceptionally powerful. Still Jericha could end her in a heartbeat, if it wasn’t for Orion’s Magic.

Yumara steps into the room Behind Master Just as Orion Vanishes, even in her nearly emotionless state, Yumara can feel slight echoes of the despair. She moves closer to Master, her mind tingling slightly.

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Skalaz placed the mightstones down on a table before responding, “The ultra reaver was only half mine, all its magical power and strength mine, but the juggernaut was the engineer…” Skalaz gave a small laugh, “He is still mad it was wrecked!”

“I know who you are, but your both here to deal with a dark iron by the name of Raveintis… Terribly powerful, even a match for me…” Skalaz shrugged, “Kinda hard to fight with alchemic attacks if everything is on fire…” Skalaz shook his head…

Skalaz snapped his fingers causing a large cage to drop from the ceiling down next to his workbench, a large creature inside clicked angerly… “Don’t worry girl, we will start small, wouldn’t want that latent spider dna to become a forefront and have you try to eat Sericon there…” Skalaz stopped and looked Izzabelle in the eyes. “It seems by the amount of creatures and homunculi I made that this is easy, however when mixing creatures you tend to mix how they act too! Too much beast and you lose the man. It’s why the most important thing to do when creating chimera with alchemy is comprehension, I gotta know what you are before I know what I can make.” Skalaz says before placing one hand on the might stone and the other on the cage. In a blinding flash of light the mightstone disappeared into thin air and the creature inside screamed in agony as it was fused!

Skalaz nodded, this was good information, with the creatures she had already inside her it became a bit obvious she might need more socially open animals, right now everything introduced to her was a solitary creature. If Skalaz kept adding solitary creatures it might adversely affect Izzabelle’s ability to work together with another person, even Sericon.

Skalaz nodded, he knew her as well, not in the ways he needed yet however. The master had been informing him on the incoming elves the moment he started talking about a contract… “I’ll refer to you as the Silent Blade.”

Skalaz watched as a spider moved to engage in a social interaction before moving back into Izzabelle… “Intriguing…” Skalaz said before finally doing what he needed… Reavhing our the goblin had to physically touch the women, her hand would do… In the exact moment he touched he saw it all, she wasn’t just a felblood at all, or what Salkeen had done… This before him was one of the most advanced living constructs created… Skalaz paused he had felt something like this before… This only made things more interesting… “You are quite a specimen…” Skalaz said while examining her, “I do think I have the creature for your spider hunger problem… By adding scorpion we can adjust your metabolism so when the spiders are inactive they won’t need to feed at all. However after so many solitary creatures we will need to add a few social minded creatures so you don’t isolate yourself…” Skalaz said removing his hand and moving towards Sericon…

Skalaz touched Sericon on the side now examining him, “If my experiments go according to plan, you two will basically look the same but should have increased strength, stamina and speed…” Skalaz said examine Sericon, he was as the goblin first saw a felblood mostly, but despite the years with the legion he was still mostly blood elf… There was a curiosity… Deep with Sericon there seemed to be something Draconian… Skalaz shook his head, it was probably nothing, but the goblin would keep a note of it… “You you both truly wanna look like monsters, I can make it happen.” Skalaz said his mind completely skipping over obvious sarcasm…

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“Such is fate at times…” Isaik hissed, without the events coming to pass he would never get the chance to summon a void lord… It still was quite sad, but Isaik had seen to many timelines where N’zoth refused to kneel before the true master or only saw Isaik as a pawn to overthrow… In every case the old god had already attracted too much attention, N’zoth was always destined to fail… Isaik would not jeopardize his own mission for anything…

“You are correct, I already sent two of of own minions to collect samples from G’huun… It will be no different with N’zoth, Queen Azshara and many others…” Isaik laughed, one of his minions had done more though catching the prize that awaited them in the cold prison cells of the vessel… A powerful Maghar has been captured alive…

“They are like insects, they skitter around concerned with their own lives following their leaders to die at whatever small reasons they see fit… Squabbling for resources and land… They do not realize how insignificant they truly are…” Isaik laughed darkly, so many things meant nothing once one mastered the realms of space… As a eredar Zalak knew that completely… Once you reached space there was nothing that could not be found somewhere else, the only thing that always would escape those mortals was time… It was why Isaik could be patient, his nemesis if not killed by Isaik’s own plans, Time would eventually claim the old dwarf…

“Sargeras grew too arrogant, believing he could consume the world before turning his great power on the pantheon…” Isaik laughed, “With his sword, Sargeras could have cleaved them all away, and returned to goals…” Isaik hissed, it was why Isaik turned away from the fallen titans plans… The fallen titans plans were short sighted, burn the universe until nothing existed… If the universe could start anew again, so too could the void lords…

Isaik grinned, “We will be meeting with the Artificer soon enough, I am sure you two will see eye to eye… Now you can use chimera to test your work…” Isaik hissed, the Artificer had put tons of effort into different creatures that could survive all sorts of vile tortures and pain. The Artificer in his spare time had been actively creating massive alchemic chimera, beasts of massive destruction able to be let loose on a city or populace… Infact Skalaz had been crafting a even more destructive creature than ever conceived before, something mixed with the powerful silithid colossi…

“Indeed…” Isaik hissed, he was always tempted to try and capture the feline, but unlike Yumara, Orion seemed much more elusive… It was of no matter, Isaik would gain control over the timeless one in the end…

Isaik seemed rather unconcerned, he had started to be wholly convinced that Izzabelle was one of the creations of the Tome of Anomaly… Isaik wasn’t so sure he death would come when she died, but like a dark phoenix she would be reborn again from the ashes as something darker… Isaik thought to comment and inform what he felt to be true, but he need not worry them with the possibility of such a revelation… But just Incase he wasn’t right he had to continue as if she wasn’t made by one of his old tomes… “I assume the spell you used was from Ebony’s own tower?” Isaik asked, prodding for information.

“Do not worry my Yumara, If Izzabelle has a form she can take, he should be able to unlock it…” Isaik stated, he was nearly ready to continue with his plans, the amulet in his grasp had grown hotter, the one they were waiting for had arrived… He was now currently reliving his past…

Isaik moved to the other side of the before stopping before the great pale orc, “Behold, this specimen was retrieved by Skalaz’s most prized chimera… A new host body for our recently lost…” Isaik said pulling forth the amulet once more, the blade shards seemed to pulse with dark soul like energy… Isaik dismissed the darkness of the room to reveal a pale orc hanging from spiked chains, despite the intense torture the creature still had defiance in his eyes…

The orc growled before spitting towards the group assembled… “The stars foresaw this, a great darkness is coming! It spreads like a malignant infection across the lands! None can stand in its path!” The Maghar spoke glaring at Isaik in the dark recesses of the prison he was apparently in. “What I did not foresee was that the stars were showing me you!” The Shadowmoon Orc growled… Isaik gave a dark laugh, “A simple and costly mistake…” the dark creature hissed moving around captured orc… “So is underestimating me!” The Maghar roared his arms wreathed in void magic! The Maghar smashed his shackles and gestured towards Isaik summoning two undead void hawks that dove at the skeletal robed man…

The hawks shredded the skeletal man’s robes and seemingly his flesh much to the Maghar’s pleasure… Isaik however just began to cackle… Laughing from seemingly every shadow in the room, the undead master was unaffected by the brazen attack… “Perfect, your a fine specimen for what I have in mind…” The dark master hissed, producing a dark amulet… Before the orc could react the amulet pulsed with dark pale energy sending a spike of pain into the Shadowmoon orc… The orc had no time to utter a word before it felt the malevolence of another presence in its mind, body and soul… The Shadowmoon orc shrieked out in agony before collapsing to the ground in spasms of bone shattering strength…

Within the orcs mind a battle began to rage, a dark predatory force lunged for the mental fortitude of the Shadowmoon orc, and although the orc was skilled in fighting within his own mind, the creature before him had stolen hundreds of bodies. The orc struggled in vain but every attempt to rid its body, mind and soul of the dark presence had failed and finally everything grew dark as the orcs being was assimilated.

The orc opened its eyes and focused them at the dark master… The eyes of this orc had changed gone was the being before, now before them was the creature… “Welcome back my minion… What have you learned?” The dark master hissed, focusing its intense gaze upon the body of the orc… The orc blinked twice before responding… “So much my dark master, Master Isaik… So very much…” The orc responded…

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Again… John slid his butcher cleaver into another helpless villager, again… John crept around at night for his prey slaughtering poor townsfolk like the animals they were! And in every morning, they blames the Gnolls! The skeletal soul awoke from his visions of the past to a new body, the soul of a Orc across from his form… “Oh… I do enjoy the masters timing…” The skeletal soul laughed, creeping towards the orc, he had done this same dance hundreds of times…

The wo soul lunged at each other causing a clash of strength as they raged! Outside the newly contested mind, the body went into bone shattering spasms! John roared leaping at his orcish prey, the Orc responded by tossing the skeletal soul away and towards the boundaries of this mental realm. John slammed hard into the sides, creaking and groaning before forcing himself back up once more. “It will take more than that…” John hissed! The orc responded with a roar, “You are in my mind! You can’t fight me!” They leapt at each other once more resulting in a clash of power! It seemed they would be evenly matched until the skeletal soul began his true power! As the two souls wrestled Gallows sank his skeletal teeth deep into the orcs soul! A flash of life came to the skeletal soul revealing a part of the orcs past…

They pushed off each other John Gallows landing hard and brandishing two daggers made of dark soul energy… The orc landed hard as well brandishing a large axe… The two charged at each other again and again until finally The skeletal soul stood supreme, “Now this is mine…” The dark soul laughed as it began to consume the rest of the orcs soul, and sweet it was…

With every bite, He saw more, felt more, became more… The orc before them though like the appearance of a Shadowmoon orc was something more… It was the offspring of both a Shadowmoon and Something more and had been raised as such, the zealous Lightbound even claiming the orcs father… What had been left was a deep loathing for the light and skills in hunting and shadow magic… Gallows experienced every memory as if it was his own, the two souls were becoming one…

More of their memories became one, it was at this time Gallows grew more acclimated to his new body, as he forced his way in the body responded tightening its grip… The final shifts happened as they completely became one, he would no longer be known as Gallows, John, Stician or the corpse, he would take this bodies name, he was now Rekkagg… It was truly ironic, the master had helped create the being known as the lich king, a orcish soul fused into a human body… Now he had created Rekkagg, the Infernal Stalker… Rekkagg opened his eyes and focused them on his dark master…

Rekkagg blinked twice still trying to completely readjust to his new body before responding… “So much my dark master, Master Isaik… So very much…” The orc responded… Rekkagg dropped down on one knee immediately kneeling before the greatest of dark beings… “They are already moving against us, my master… As we speak they are gathering allies to bring us down… They have Thommus creating a weapon to crush they homunculi…” Rekkagg barked out every thing he had learned and was ready to do whatever was commanded of him… As he spoke he did take a glance at the masters new favored, a elf by the first look but obviously something much more…

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Izzabelle raises one of her eyebrows, and slowly turns her head to look at Sericon. She watches him for a moment then slowly turns back to face Skalaz, it seemed like time had slowed down as she moved. “I get this strange feeling that he would probably enjoy that.” She states as her attention returns fully to The Artificer.

Izzabelle tilts her head as she listens to the Artificer speak about homunculi, chimera, and alchemic creations. Once again she finds herself questioning her existence in her mind. Perhaps she was one of his creations, and she needed to be repaired in some way. It was a strange thought, probably not true, but, the possibility did exist. She looks at her bonded from the corner of her eye, he might also be one of the Artificer’s creations. They might be a team unit that was damaged in the last battle. It would explain why that strange Elf with the Master, looked at her like she knew her. “I don’t think of anything as being easy. Once you see something as being easy, you become careless, make mistakes. Those careless mistakes usually lead to death, or something much worse.” Izzabelle says the errant thoughts fading away, as she catches the last of what the Goblin says. “Wait a moment, shouldn’t you know what I am if you created me?” She questions, confusion plain to see on her face. She looks back at Sericon, *if the Artificer didn’t create her then who did? Wait could it be the Gnome, that would explain why he gave her the serums, and the mixture he had created to help with her spiders. Still if she was created by the Gnome why was she sent to the Artificer instead of him for repairs and enhancing.

Once the spider has finished it journey back into the sac Izzabelle speaks. “Indeed, I’m not sure why I felt the need to devour the sac like I did. It was like thousands of voices in my head, begging, screaming, demanding that I help them, so I did.” Izzabelle says jumping slightly as the Goblin touches her, she wasn’t afraid but she was a little on edge. “I am in constant telepathic communication with them, it like a sort of symbiotic relationship.” She explains trying to word it correctly.

Izzabelle smiles, being able to control the ravenous hunger she felt most of the time, would be helpful. Especially considering that some of the creatures in these cages were looking rather appetizing. “I think controlling the hunger should be done first please.” She says as she turns to look at one of the creatures huddling in a cage hanging from the ceiling. “Can I eat that, if not the whole thing then perhaps just a few bites?” Izzabelle asks turning to face the cage more directly. She stops and realizes that the Goblin is most likely correct about her needing more Socially minded creatures. As it stood her Arachnids, scarabs, and her bonded were the only ones who’s presence she could stand for extended periods without becoming agitated.

Izzabelle taps her chin “so an enhanced version of who, and what, we are now… um I’m not really sure what I am.” Izzabelle states, figuring that it was best to be outright honest about it.

She thinks about what the Artificer is saying, a monstrous appearance might be kinda nice, lus she could easily transform out of it and back into her elven form. She looks over at Sericon, she was however unsure if he would be able to switch between forms. “While monstrous appearances might sew fear among the population of Azeroth, it would make trying to walk among them unnoticed a bit more difficult.” She says, stepping closer to the cage, and her unsuspecting prey.

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Yumara smiles as she looks at Master, “like insects there are those that can be useful. Then there are those that prove to be nothing but pests, and must be exterminated, else they cause problems, Master, like Azeroth’s so called heroes.” She says while following behind him. She agreed that their petty squabbling had already destroyed much of the land that Master would one day be the True God of. One day all would worship him, all would belong to him, in one way or another.

“It would seem that arrogance is a flaw many with power suffer from, Master. The very flaw that brings them crashing down.” Yumara says, remembering that arrogance was what led to Ebony Darkskill’s original defeat. “Still where fools fail, Master shall succeed.” She states with conviction, reaching out every now and then to brush her hand against his robe. She wasn’t sure if it had become a habit, she just knew the more she did it, the stronger she felt towards him.

Yumara looks up Master she was grateful that she would have something to replace Izzabelle with, that would make thing much less complicated, still. “Thank you Master, being able to test my creations on creatures that don’t die so easily, will be most useful.” She pauses for a moment, as if unsure before she continues. “Yet some of the things I create are meant to only effect certain species, specific races. With these I need to test them on mostly unwilling participants of that particular species. Trying to find what can destroy one thing and not another is a very daunting task at times, Master.” She say her voice lower than usual. While It would be easy to create a plague or poison that could destroy all, her need to remain in some form of balance wouldn’t allow for that.

“Yes Master you are correct, however Izzabelle wasn’t remade using a single spell. She was recreated using a series of spells from three of Ebony’s most powerful tomes.” Yumara explains her eyes fogging over a little and then clearing. “Even then Izzabelle wouldn’t survive if Orion didn’t keep her locked in time the way he does.” She states as they continue walking her hand now gripping his robe. “It isn’t just Izzabelle that he keeps frozen, it is also the curse that Ebony cast that cannot be dispelled, removed, transferred, or destroyed. Once cast it will remain with them until it completes its job, Master. Every part of her being is effected by this curse, and one day it will most likely claim her.” Yumara whispers, not really liking the idea, but having excepted it long ago.

Yumara’s first instinct was to shape shift into her feline form and rip apart this wretched Orc that had dared to attack her Master. Yet a voice in her mind soothed her. Trust The Master, he would never fall to the Likes of a weaker being such as that. Yumara releases the breath she was holding, still enraged that Master was attacked. However the attack proved futile, for soon the Orc was fighting a different battle. One that proved to be a losing one.

Yumara listens to the Orc speak, a small part of her still wanting to strike out at it for its attack on her Master. “They are fools, let them gather their pathetic allies, Master will crush them all in the end.” She stops speaking and taps her chin, “Then we will need to do what we can to empower the Homunculi.” She says.

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Isaik gave a small laugh, “It is Azeroth’s so called heroes which I define as the planets most valuable resource… Individuals of power who together seem to be able to topple any enemy…” Isaik twisted his hand to conjure a image using the void, “It is why I have been using powerful hunters to track, contain and bring those heroes to me… When I break them, I will have a unstoppable army…” Isaik hissed, showing images of a great black tiger and the a skeletal soul dragging away heroes into the darkness… When these heroes are alone they are vulnerable, powerful and dangerous yes, but vulnerable… “It is the very reason, we have this orc here…”

Isaik turned to face Yumara his soulless eyes showing no emotion save enlightenment… “My arrogance, was the very thing that cost me my victory and life before… This time around it will not be the same…” Isaik said, remembering Zalak’s death at the hand of the now unnamed elf, cursing as he was slain again in the human form… Still fate had been unusually kind, if the scourge had not rampaged across Azeroth, Isaik and Zalak would have never come back…

Isaik simply bowed, his arms extended like he was on a cross, “I expect each one of my minions to be at their full potential, whether that be by using force on our enemies or by creating objects to do the same.” Isaik stated, “With so many under my command a steady stream of test subjects is easy to come by… Infact our most prolific source would be kobolds and Troggs from the cave systems that connect to my subterranean kingdom…” Isaik gave a clever grin, “Though I suppose you mean subjects of rare or highly specific lineage… With such tasks the hunters can retrieve anything you need…” Isaik hissed refering to the writhing orc on the floor…

Isaik said nothing, he was still silently thinking over what he had learned of Izzabelle… Multiple tomes had been used, that was only another complication… If one of his tomes were used it would mean that Izzabelle or atleast her body was something more… If it was indeed the tome of Anomaly used, she was in a way more powerful then she knew… However it was the next words that also explained her inevitable death…

Oblivion… Izzabelle’s death was not coming because she was weak, but because of the most dangerous and consuming spell Zalak had ever created… The spell that rebounded so horridly… Isaik had a new recognition of what Izzabelle was but also just as importantly how they were quite alike… If Isaik himself never got the chance to fulfill his plans his own curse would eventually consume him as well… “Izzabelle’s curse will be cured, when I become a true god among gods… The alpha and omega… Reality will be as I will it…” Isaik hissed, it was why he did everything, just like how Sargeras saw, Zalak saw that the universe was flawed… Zalak however had determined that by being the ruler of the universe, he could make it perfect…

Isaik tilted his head, what possible bomb could they possibly create that would affect the homunculi? The homunculi were at times nearly indistinguishable from mortal men, would the heroes truly risk innocent lives to slay the master?

“Quite true, but let us not fall to arrogance like others have when facing heroes…” Isaik scratched his boney chin, “If we are to create a way to further empower the homunculi against their weapon, we must know what it does…” Isaik hissed, he cast his gaze upon Rekkagg… “Tell me everything you know of Thommus…” Isaik hissed, if they were gonna know the weapon they had to know the gnome behind it…

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Rekkagg kept his head low, in this new form he was still weak still acclimating to his new body… His soul had yet to completely consume the orcs, and therefore it left them both in a slightly contested state over the ownership of the body… Rekkagg understood he had no reason to fear the master, even in his failure he had succeeded in gathering crucial information… “Yes, the master will crush them all in the end…” The orc growled, and he would be apart of the slaughter at the master’s command…

Rekkagg nodded, “Yes master… I found the gnome Thommus, it appears he has relation to the gnome Smuggs’s late wife. Smuggs’s wife and Thommus both worked in the part of the city on the radioactive gas. While she was skilled in nuclear physics, Thommus was specialized in magic aerospace engineering…” Rekkagg informed, as the body Stician he had tracked Thommus down to capture the gnome for the master’s needs… The master had desired more individuals with great technological experience and talent… Rekkagg himself could tell that is why this body was chosen and captured, in the mind of this orc was detailed spells and incantions of the necrolytes that made the Shadowmoon clan so dangerous… What came next was the part most interesting to how Gallows had worked, when the two souls completely became one as Gallows devoured the orcs they would cease to be two individuals but one, it was similar to how Isaik and Zalak worked. “Lately master the gnome has been specializing on light and shadow magic, like a technological version of a discipline priest…” Rekkagg stated, this was all the technical information he knew, as for his own death, that was a different story altogether…

Rekkagg finally looked up at his master and his chosen, “I am ready to track that gnome down, I will bring him to you, in mostly one piece…” Rekkagg barked, he was ready to get a bit of revenge for the death he had just felt… Rekkagg pushed himself to his feet, he locked his gaze unto Yumara, “Greetings… I am the Nameless One… It is a honor to meet someone favored by the master…” Rekkagg stayed before looking back at the master, “Shall I report to the Artificer for enhancements? This orc is strong but still quite mortal…” Rekkagg said a hint of disgust at the word mortal… He had become so used to being a monster, being normal was so cruel to him…

Rekkagg held his hand out, calling with his soul to his weapons, it would be quite the question as to what would come, the two souls had used different weapons their whole existence… Concentrating harder, Rekkagg growled before a large metal gun appeared in his left hand, It was dark purple and Rekkagg could tell powerful… Examining the weapon closely, He could tell it was of the orcs design, a modified version of the iron horde technology… To his surprise in the right hand a large dark metal axe appeared, a executioners axe modified for war, one of Gallows’s old weapons… Rekkagg gave a dark grin, this was perfect, Rekkagg dismissed his old axe and focused on the rifle… The orc could feel this weapon would be useful in the future, still he wondered if his monster was ready from Skalaz…

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Faendrel growls beneath her breath as the fool Mage activates the magic dampening shield. While her spells might not be so fast her vermin, and summoned demons wouldn’t be effected, as long as they didn’t rely on magic to attack with. With that she summons a Fel Hunter sending it after the wretched wizard. She then turns to face the …

Faendrel shrieks in rage as her earth bound vermin are frozen to death, mere seconds before the icy chill that claimed them grips at her feet. It freezes them to the ground as the frost works up her legs turning them into chunks of frozen flesh. She swiftly send the airborne creatures up towards the ceiling to avoid the deadly frost. Some don’t make it, and fall to the stockades floor as nothing more than icy corpses. Frozen to the ground. Twisting her hands she targets one of the guards in a group f them with seed of corruption, before casting agony on those aroun him. She curses again as she notices that the guards while pained, hardly even seem effected by her spell. The fel Hunter however isn’t slowed by the icy spell which holds her in place. It whips its long tentacle like appendages out before it, devouring the icy magic, before leaping at the Mage.

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Salkeen ever unpredictable, cast his glare on two fel stalkers… His burning gaze filling them with his will and their devotion to their lord bringing them to a ecstatic frenzy before rushing out from the command center after the shivarra… Salkeen wanted to make a point across about the care of what was his, the others would learn as well… Down the darkened fel steel hallways the fel stalkers barked and roared to each other as they chased their fearful prey, the shivarra no doubt quite aware she was being pursued… No matter where the demoness ran the hounds would be behind her, ever gaining ground on the shivarra… It wasn’t until they were literally within snapping range that the hounds, surrounded the fearful shivarra barring their fangs they approached before at the last second when they seemed like they might strike, the fel stalkers merely groaned before wandering off.

Salkeen watched as the fel stalkers charged out the door to chase their prey before focusing his gaze upon Lhashira. The fel stalkers were also a warning to the demoness, if Salkeen didn’t approve of her message she might receive the same fate…

Salkeen only shifted slightly, a small give away that he was indeed listening because it involved Jericha… The demon lord narrowed his eyes a command to continue…

Salkeen considered what was said, two that were actively trying to seek Jericha out to save her, one coming to join them… The whole ordeal was complicated, but the demon lord was already drafting up a plan…

Salkeen gave a dark laugh, “A command to stay off Azeroth? Where do you believe we are headed now?” Salkeen taunted, he was lying however, they were not technically hung to land on Azeroth but a stronghold base located in Azeroth’s far orbit… This is how Salkeen had become the demon lord that owned the space around Azeroth… When launches were made against Azeroth, he was the first to know! The spot however now came with a treacherous peril, the stronghold orbiting far from the planet, even eclipsed by Azeroth’s two moons had to avoid detection from the Vindicaar, the lightforged vessel that orbited Azeroth’s lower orbits…

Salkeen eyes snapped towards Jericha, it was going to get a lot more fun with his void witch awake… Salkeen said nothing yet, he would let his queen of demons have her words before he spoke…

It was a pleasure to watch that even after such pain and events Jericha was still the most loyal of his minions, and he was to her… If he willed it she would gladly face death, but it was something he would never truly permit… Salkeen Infact had a different plan…

Salkeen couldn’t help but give a small growling laugh barely audible but clear that the demon lord was amused by the events unfolding… Salkeen had nothing personally against Lhashira, but if Jericha felt the reason to persecute her, Salkeen would watch eagerly…

Salkeen gave another dark and short laugh, “Plenty of the dead were brought in after the battle and left in the beast pens at the bottom of the ship.” Salkeen growled malevolently, demons were known to recuperate in the nether, so their corpses were not needed for rebirth usually… It brought Salkeen a edge of dark humor that Suzuna’s body was likely being gnawed on by all sorts of animalistic demons…

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Jericha’s pushes herself up into a sitting position, the blood from Lhashira giving her some much needed strength. She brings a hand to her head and massages one of her ears. She looks at the moaning and weeping demoness with the disgust. It was pathetic the way she was carrying on. A void tentacle with tiny hooked barbs wraps around her face, stifling the monotonous whining. It slowly twists back and forth, shredding the flesh on her face. Lhashira flops about on the floor like a fish out of water, clawing wildly at the tentacle. Jericha smiles darkly and turns her attention to her Lord. “Not that, that annoyance has been temporarily silenced Lord Salkeen, I believe you were saying something about the beast pens.” Jericha fel eye takes on a more sinister look as her lips curl upward. “Part of me is tempted to free Suzuna’s soul and send it back to her body. Waking up while being eaten alive, would be a new experience, at least for her.” As she speaks she plucks the artifact eye from her socket, and rolls it between her fingers. “Still Suzuna belongs to you Lord Salkeen, so I will defer to your decision on when and where I should release her soul.” Jericha knows that she isn’t a nice person, she enjoys seeing others in pain. Even those she considers friends, while she might not wish for their deaths, their screams are a completely different story.

Her attention is drawn back to Lhashira as the demoness uses her fel wind blades to slice apart the tentacle that was shredding her face. She looks over at Jericha eyes filled with fear and hate. From her eyes down her face bore a resemblance to that of ground beef. Bloodied strips of flesh dangling down like broken cobwebs. She looked a rather horrific sight, her words came out like unintelligible garble as she tried to speak. Jericha could tell just by looking that the pathetic thing wanted to strike out at her. If she so much as tried though she would be dead before the attack even came close to her, and it most likely wouldn’t be by Jericha’s hand. Standing Jericha walks the few steps to where Lhashira is curled up on the floor. As she moves she switches into the form of a void corrupted Shivarra. Reaching down she lifts Lhashira up off the cold fel steel floor. Four of her arms pin Lhashira’s to her side, the tentacles that line either side of Jericha’s spine, whip around her, entangling the demoness’s wings. With her free hands Jericha reaches out and takes hold of her face. She drives her claw like nails into the mangled meat. Lhashira grunts and groans trying to shriek through the ruins of her mouth.

“Now, now, you are impossible to understand like this, here let me help.” As Jericha says this an inky Black ichor spreads from her hands and onto Lhashira’s face. Mostly destroyed or not the demoness howls in pain, her body convulsing so strongly that It shatters some of her bones, while rupturing some of her organs. The ichor slowly spreads until it covers her whole body. At this point Lhashira has lost consciousness and is just twitching mindlessly in Jericha’s grip. Jericha sighs, it wasn’t as much fun if she slept through it. Jericha sends a shock through the demoness waking her up. As soon as Lhashira crossed the threshold into consciousness, Jericha crushed every bone in her wings. “Lord Salkeen does not require your opinion or that of your poor tortured pathetic brother. When it comes to what he chooses to do with me, or any of his minions. You will find your time with us more pleasant if you remember this.” Jericha sneered her voice a low and mocking. She drops Lhashira to the floor, and the inky Black ichor slowly recedes back towards Jericha. The demoness’s face is now twisted and deformed, when she goes to speak, it comes out as hideous garble, her tongue flops out of the ruins of her mouth as she tries to speak. The hole in her head remained, her ear gone for now. Lhashira twitches about before passing out again.

Jericha turns to a few Wyrmtongue, “would you please remove the trash.” As she speaks she kicks Lhashira, they move forward and grab hold of her, looking to Lord Salkeen for conformation. “Should we toss it into the incinerator, or one of the Soul furnaces My Lord?” They ask before attempting to move her out. Jericha moves up behind Lord Salkeen and slides her arms around him.

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Lhashira cannot help the small upturning of her lips as the fel stalkers rush out after the Shivarra. She silently hoped that they would tear her apart. If not that ripping off a few limbs and mauling her would do nicely. It not like she needs six arm. Still that could very well be her if her Lord doesn’t like what she has to say. It’s times like these that she curses the Reavrix and the contract he bound her too.

Lhashira is about to answer her Lord when her attention is drawn to his void witch. Lhashira felt chills running down her spine, with both of them conscious she truly didn’t want to be here. They were both wildly unpredictable, yet she had never actually fought Lord Salkeen’s Void Witch. She had only seen her in action, that was enough to tell her, the woman before her was a complete nut job.

Lhashira growls lowly as Jericha insults her brother, he was merely looking out for the ungrateful witch. If the wretched thing wanted to go and get herself perished Lhashira was okay with that. Still if something happened to Jericha, Lhashira had this feeling all those under Lord Salkeen would pay the price. Before she can answer either her Lord or his Witch, she is wrapped in tentacles and pulled off of her feet. The back of her head strikes the corner of the chair that Jericha is curled up is. She hisses slightly in pain, the tentacles searing the flesh on her wings, arms and torso. It isn’t as bad as it would have been, before her Lords gift.

The demoness’s howls of pain, turn into choked gurgling as the tentacles around her neck tighten. She can feel the acidic saliva eating away at her flesh. Even as that insane witch rips her ear from her head with her teeth. The pain is horrific, waves of sharp burning agony assault her, as she is released and dropped to the floor. She quickly turn to Jericha sobbing and starts apologizing, one hand pressed to the burnt bleeding hole in the side of her head. “I’m sorry, so very sorry, please, please forgive me. It was wrong of me to tell Lord Salkeen what to do concerning you. Please, I’m so sorry…” she continues to grovel hoping that it would be enough to appease the crazy witch.

Silence descended upon the room as Lhashira finds herself gagged by a tentacle wrapping around the lower part of her face. When it twists back and forth first it feels like tiny claws ripping at her flesh. Seconds later she is in horrendous pain, as the protective layer of scaly skin is destroyed. The tentacles is now shredding the soft fleshy layers beneath it. It manages to completely mangle the lower half of her face, before Lhashira snaps and uses her magic to free herself. At this moment she desperately wanted to strike out against that twisted evil witch, and say to hell with the consequences. Yet she is unable to, bound to the will of her Lord like she is.

Lhashira quicklydiscovers that other than being in the hands of that monster from earlier, she had never experienced pain quite as severe as this. She can feel her bones shattering as she convulses in the cruel woman’s grip. The overwhelming agony as organs rupture and explode. She is going to die, this horrific insane witch was going to kill her. The agony spreads throughout her body, causing her mind to shut down. Yet she isn’t allowed the peace of mental oblivion. She is ripped back into the waken world just so that beetch can crush and destroy her wings before dropping her once more onto the hard steel floor. She can barely move her body wracked in pain. She goes to speak, yet nothing but unintelligible garble comes out. She quickly realizes that she cannot control her tongue or really move her lower jaw much. Reaching up she touches her face, and shudders. The witch healed her but left her face completely ruined at the same time. She could tell just by touching the skin, her face was now the stuff of nightmares. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as her mind, and body reach their tolerance for suffering.

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