Salkeen peered at his minion, her subservience and cowering still meant that even Salkeen still had a form of control and command, it was exactly the kind of thing he enjoyed loyalty in strong minions who prove again and again their devotion.
Salkeen crossed his arms watching as Ahcirej made her show and explained that with a loss of one ability she had gained another… Technological control by shunting the essence into the device, it was a impressive feat that Salkeen was already coming with plans to use it on…
Salkeen nodded, he understood her words. a body of the flesh was not a thing she could possess ever again. Never again would she know intimacy of the body, to feel truly the warmth of another’s touch…
Salkeen turned his gaze outside his vessel, to the fortress that lay just outside, one could even see the cold depths of space from the cockpit of the Ignis’Avim… Yes… Salkeen could have Ahcirej back and with a powerful body… Salkeen himself unfortunately wasn’t a master at machines, he could pilot them, but building? He left that to the lower moarg drudges or for the powerful weapons the juggernaut himself… The creator of the reaver that terrorized Pandaria and that wretched group before it was destroyed, would create something smaller but just as dangerous…
Salkeen gave a sly grin, “From the strongest metal it would be built, but why create something that feels like flesh?” Salkeen flexed his own muscles and chest, “A carefully and purposefully crafted metal can be tougher than diamond but smooth as silk…” Salkeen taunted, he had no desire for the feeling of flesh, his own felt like chiseled marble. The demon lord glanced at Jericha, the feeling of flesh didn’t matter, it was the individual behind it…
“You will be more…” Salkeen hissed, “I shall get you a body of your own, but at a price.” Salkeen stated, which price however he hadn’t decided. Salkeen thought about also making Ahcirej the intelligence in his vessel, she had already shown a ability to control it… The demon lord could have her reside within, when her body and more subtle approach was not needed…
Salkeen stopped he could very well sense the activities aboard his vessel, approaching one of the many terminals that the vile underlings used Salkeen glared at a gan’arg before activating what he desired…
“That is quite enough.” The demon lord hissed his image appearing before the felguard. “They escaped the pit, destroying and preening the weak along their path, they have proven that they can live for now…” Salkeen commanded, the felguard immediately following his lord commands halted the belt, and gestures to the other demons to stop… “Their lord is merciful to the loyal and strong, take them to the healing chambers… Now!” The demon lord demanded, he knew Jericha might not particularly like the two he just saved, but they would serve him better alive and with luck Jericha could use them like a punching bag again.
Salkeen ended the communication, his minions knew better than to disobey a direct order from their lord. The demon lord turned back towards the impending fortress awaiting the return of its lord, Salkeen had a particular name for this structure… Some demon lords called their citadels, places of terror or the black citadel… Salkeen had chosen its name based on the what one of its prisoners had called it… It was The Kiln, a masterful fortress orbiting the far reaches of space from Azeroth created from hundreds of legion vessels… It was Salkeen’s personal staging point for Azeroth as well as one of his fleet construction and infernal crafting domains… Salkeen enjoyed being the demon lord that could claim a ownership of the space around the fated planet… Salkeen glared over a Moarg brute, “To me… Your lord has need of you…” The demon lord hissed, beckoning the lumbering demon over… The massive demon however had no idea what was about to happen, as Salkeen lunged forward like a predatory beast upon weaken prey! Even with the moarg’s massive size, the demon lord seized the brutes mechanical left arm before with a quick roar, jumping back while kicking the demon the demon lord severed the massive mechanical arm. Salkeen landed gracefully holding the massive mechanical arm, without ever breaking eye contact with the brute Salkeen tilted the severed mechanical limp dumping out gallons of demon blood that had been snakes through the device via tubes… The only life left on the limp has been pieces of flesh still clinging to the heavy bolts that once adhered the arm to the Moarg brute… The Moarg couldn’t help but rise in agony clutching its bleeding stump, exposed flesh, sinew and bones hung from the wound as the Moarg tried to stop the bleeding… Salkeen sneered, “Quit your whining!” The demon lord commanded his eyes burning brighter until roaring fire escaped his gaze and washed over the Moarg’s left side… Salkeen cauterized the demons wound, he didn’t want to kill it yet… “Now rise!” Salkeen commanded, “You shall follow us, with this…” Salkeen growled tossing the mechanical arm towards the brute, the brute still in agony knew better than refuse caught the mechanical arm in his right hand… He would follow his lord… “Ahcirej, You may use this beast of labor and his mechanical arm to follow us…” Salkeen growled, he thought to tell her the Ignis’Avim was connected to the Kiln’s systems but he was sure she already knew…
Salkeen then used his power to warp him, Jericha and the Moarg brute with his severed arm into The Kiln… If Ahcirej did choose not to enter the Moarg’s severed mechanical arm, she could move right into the Kiln’s mechanical systems. The first thing one might notice was the size! It was nearly the size of Auchindoun or Shattrath! A great ring of fel steel stood beneath them to their backs great walls of black and fel colored metal to keep the cold of space away… Before them in the center of the ring was a miniature fel Star, a great churning roaring green emerald fire fueled by dozens of soul forges located around the ring… Beneath them the great structure continued, great platforms reached out covered with demons in formation facing great arches ready to connect to any world for invasion… Along the walls of the great structure were other rings for the manufacturer of everything from weapons and fighters to infernals and ship pieces… Around the structure were hundreds of infernals still in a meteor like form ready to be deployed… But the most daunting part of The Kiln was the all oppressive heat, a roaring mixture of Ironforge forges and molten core lava mixed with the blistering fires of Argus, It only fed the feeling of desolation from the burning fel Star that consumed every drop of life and water nearby… The Kiln was truly like a horrific and hellish furnace… “We are going up…” Salkeen growled, before making his way upwards on a great spiraling stairway the lines the edge of The Kiln.