Ered’Kiels Desolation (IC Closed 2)

[Salkeen-emerald-dream (Salkeen)]

“Incompetence is a weakness we can hardly afford to have.” She states stopping as she stand almost by his side but not quite. While she might see herself as being above his other minions. She was still his and would stand a bit behind him as a show of loyalty and respect. “His Death was a lovely thing to witness, Lord Salkeen.”

Salkeen glamced towards Jericha, “His permanent death…” The demon lord growled, most of the times demons were pretty immortal, being killed while not within the nether would only send them back to reform… The unfortunate Moarg however had felt a different kind of death, areas saturated with fel could forever kill a demon, and while the Kiln itself wasn’t overly saturated, the fel Star itself was…

“Lord Salkeen, It has come to my attention that even though I’m unbound, you still have control over me.”

Salkeen turned his gaze over to Ahcirej, had she just figured this out? Ahcirej had come from Centralis of her own free will back towards one of the most aggressive demons lords traveling aboard a moving capital ship and she thought just at that moment she couldn’t break free? Salkeen gave a cruel smile, it was why the demon lord had such a loyal following, many fell under his thrall whether by magic bond and contract or pure charisma…

“The control seems to weaken, when not given commands to follow, while I’m away from your presence. Yet as soon as I see or hear you, I have hardly any will of my own.”

Salkeen narrowed his eyes at Ahcirej, he would need to ensure control was constant over Ahcirej, he could hardly afford to lose any more minions…

“It’s not like I’m not capable of thinking on my own. It’s just everything that I do, or think takes second place to your desires, and wishes. Being unbound I originally didn’t think that it was possible to still be bound to someone.”

Salkeen’s eyes flashed bright green, it seemed all around him the Kiln responded glowing more vibrantly… “Dear one, You have no idea what is possible…” Salkeen stated, his message was at clear as he could make it. With the power he possessed, the thousands that kneeled before him, what the demon lord could accomplish had always been seen as impossible…

“I don’t feel any form of magical, or physical, bond, which means the bond is more psychological. It like my thought process has been conditioned to see you as my Lord, the one person I must obey above all else. Becoming unbound broke the chains, but it couldn’t erase the conditioning.”

Salkeen glanced out over the armies that amassed beneath them… In this hellish fortress in space, the fel Star sat in the exact center of the Kiln, beneath it was so many platforms and walkways that held Salkeen’s armies, the burning star hung over them kind of like a sun might on any planet… “Do you think I control all of this through sheer strength of will and bonds alone?” Salkeen asked, “They all obey me above all else, they do so because, like you, deep in their minds they recognize what I am…” Salkeen growled, “I am their god!” The demon lord roared out in command…

“Like Jericha was conditioned to fear powerful magical tomes, especially those that feel like Master Isaik. She has no control over how she reacts. It’s the same with me, in your presence Lord Salkeen, I have no form of free will, it’s stronger now than it was when I possessed a body of my own. Even though there’s the part of me that knows I could leave. It is useless because I am yours, yours to command until the end of existence.”

Salkeen turned back to Ahcirej, “Conditioning happens in many ways… But I still know it is because of what I am, what I accomplish that they follow, that you follow!” Salkeen paused, “The legion has fallen in disrepair, it’s glorious Titan leader contained… While other demon lords chose to fight amongst themselves, I still see my path, and in a universe filled with so much unknown, all gravitate towards a true commander!” Salkeen growled, he understood full well that Ahcirej felt the way she did because of her time within the gem, but in a way Salkeen had managed the same feat with all the demons under him… To be in the Phoenix’s grace and good fortune was like ecstasy, to be against him, none that had experienced such things ever wanted to do so again…

Salkeen ceased his words, and with it the entire Kiln seemed to grow quieter, the whole of the domain seemed to be waiting for what was gonna happen next. Salkeen focused his eyes on Ahcirej, “It is time to forge our path into the future, Ahcirej you will meet us on the upper levels of the Kiln… Jericha, you and I shall be taking one of those demonic teleporters…” The demon lord commanded, he watched for a good moment to ensure he was understood before making his way towards the walls of the Kiln. Where as the center was occupied by a great fel Star the walkway lined great fel steel walls inscribed with runes for warding and short range teleportation around the Kiln… Striding over to one of those runes, Salkeen dragged his claws across its surface activating it before pushing his hand onto it. In a flash of green, Salkeen was whisked away as a ball of green energy to the upper areas of the Kiln, his more reserved part of the complex… It was here they would be taking the stabilized and warded personal portals to Azeroth, they were the best way to get on Azeroth undetected…