Warcraft Fan Fiction ❯ Bloodstained Shadows - Chronicles of a Lost Soul ❯ The Kiss of Nightfall - Chapter 14 ( Chapter 44 )

Chapter 14:

 

 

I have only one place to go to.

I don't want to become part of the Horde, yet no one else would accept me as I was visibly once a member of the Forsaken.

Seeing the ruins of Lordaeron gives me a certain feeling of coming home after a long time.

The blue banner with the white mask on it welcomes me.

Although I deny making a vow to the so-called Warchief, Thrall, I assume that I would still be welcome here.

I make a stop in the throne room of the ruins above Undercity. The curdled blood of Terenas Menethil is still visible on the cold stone floor.

Arthas is the one who took everything away from me. My father..., my mother..., my own life and the life of the only two real friends I have ever had. My hand wanders again to the bag tied to my belt. I decide to travel by foot from here on. I get off my deathcharger and dismiss it to the realm of shadows. Armageddon and the other axe are fastened to my back crosswise.

The Forsaken of Undercity look at me with distrust. All they know is that I am an enemy to them, but even if they knew who I was before becoming a deathknight, they would not be too pleased to see me either, so I can't blame them.

Yet something is different this time. My name is now Malevolence, it is the name the Lich King himself has given to me. I will keep it. I will not bail out again. This time I will accept what has happened and live with it. So the Lich King already knows the name of the person who will bring an end to his reign!

As I enter the Apothecarium on my way to the Royal Quarter, I hear how some of the Forsaken giggle in a mad fashion and chat about making good progress with a new plague.

I bluntly enter the imperial chamber where the Banshee Queen stands high upon her pedestal.

The guards want to charge at me, but she instantly raises her hand without a single word signalizing that everything is fine how it is.

I take the right staircase up. I pass by her advisor, the dreadlord Varimathras. The Nathrezim eagerly follows every step I take with his eyes. I would never trust such a creature.

The moment I stand right in front of her, my mind is cleared of any thoughts about my family or friends and the things I had done in the course of the last days.

I take the axe off my back and lay it down on the floor to my left, on the way to Tirisfal I decided to name it Shadow's Edge.

Then I take Armageddon off my back and use it as a support for a couple of seconds. Turning a bit to my right, I then raise the weapon over my head as good as I can, the tip of the blade still pointing to the ground.

With a single powerful thrust downwards I drive the sword halfway into the stone floor.

The guards almost charge at me again for this outburst of violent strength, but the Banshee Queen stops them with another gesture of her hand.

She is the only person in Azeroth that hates Arthas just as much as I do.

The faces of Keira and Corren come to my mind as I look at my sword. Taking a step away from it, I turn back to face the empress of the Forsaken.

She raises an eyebrow in anticipation of what to come. Still she hasn't spoken a single word since my arrival.

Between my two weapons I fall onto my knees and bow to her.

Apparently she is pleased with the things she is seeing.

I know what I have done to myself and the people who were closest to me. I also know that I still have to grow if I want to face and bring down the Lich King.

I know that I don't have the intention to become part of the Horde, I won't pledge my soul to an orcish warchief or whatsoever. The Forsaken were the ones who once promised to be a new family for me and I turned them down in my foolishness.

A cunning smile comes to the lips of the Banshee Queen.

She will be the last person that I will ever bow to.

Sylvanas Windrunner.