Warcraft Fan Fiction ❯ Bloodstained Shadows - Chronicles of a Lost Soul ❯ The Kiss of Nightfall - Prologue ( Chapter 30 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Calystea
After having given in to the shadows and the Scourge our protagonist finds himself without memory in the black fortress of Acherus only moments before the charge on New Avalon and Tyr's Hand will begin.
Like a puppet at first he follows the orders of his master and brings death and destruction to the forces of the Scarlet Crusade.

*closely following the questarc of the DK-starting area*

*Warning: excessive violence*

Non Anime: Warcraft Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Drama / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.21.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 148 | Status: Completed

 
The Kiss of Nightfall
Prologue
 
 
Toughened from the cold and strengthened by the shadows.
I come and bring to you the dogmas of my master.
For I serve him, and him alone, in all eternity.
And as it is my faith to obey his words, I will show you his gratitude, his omniscience.
For that you too will follow his words and obey his command.
As every king he will ask you for a small gift, a present of your willingness.
If you offer something worthy to him, he will return your generosity and show things to you beyond your wildest imagination.
But if you falter or even refuse to show commitment, his rage will overcome you. Then he will show you his strength. You will no longer receive any of his generosity or gratitude. For you he will become the shadows devouring the light, for you he will become the chill freezing the blood in your veins.
And he will take the things he desires by force.
His might is endless, his followers are numerous. Only a fool would challenge the master, for every man or woman that took a stand against him now serve in his army.
No matter what they will do or who will oppose him, none of them will be able to defy him, not the arrogant Kirin Tor, not the overzealous Argent Dawn.
The day will come when you have to make the choice, whether you follow him or you provoke his wrath. On this day you will have the choice to discard your mortality or die by his sword. But if you choose the second, be sure to suffer endless agony as a restless soul trapped in this world.
I made my choice a long time ago.
Now I serve the master in death, just as I did in life. For this commitment he granted me immortality and the might to control over ice and shadow, he taught me things nobody else would have known. He offered me a vessel to bring his doctrine into the world.
From that moment on, me and my personal followers offered deliverance for everybody willing to join us and death for anybody who opposes us.
Soon the people not understanding what we offer to them started to speak of my vessel in fear, Naxxramas.
They only care for living their own life. They don`t see what lies beyond the boundaries of this existence. I cast aside my mortality to achieve something greater, to achieve power just like this.
Legions die just from the movement of my hands. Cities crumble because of the strength of my minions.
All this was the gift of my master for me.
The only thing he wanted was my commitment, my servitude.
My soul.
I am grateful that he took the shackles of life away from me.
He is the king of kings, the master of life and death, he rules over the living as well as the dead.
He is the Lich King.
And I am his servant, Kel`Thuzad.
 
 
Kel`Thuzad,
The Archlich,
Leader of the Cult of the Damned