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In His Dark Embrace	By : Apple_Dragon Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 2801 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-In His Dark Embrace
- 2-In His Dark Embrace Ch 2
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All that I am: anger, cruelty, vengeance - I bestow upon you...
At first it was confusion. Where was she? How did she get where she was? A slight downturn of her gaze showed her her hands. Long, delicate fingers with well manicured nails, skin soft and pink. Gentle white spots of varying length identified scars gained throughout the years. She did not feel the normal chill she always felt, the feeling of cold not quite driven from her depths. A quick glance around her surroundings gave more to her confusion. A reasonably sized bedroom, soft translucent curtains with a hint of purple hung in the doorways and framed the crystal clear glass of the windows. There was a light frost around the edges, a sign of winter soon to come. Crystals powered by a purely magical source bathed the room in a soft glow, the glare of one in a mirror drawing her closer to the polished reflective surface. A gentle gasp emanated from plush pink lips, the person staring back at her not her own. Eyes glowed with a soft light, far from the harsh white she was now accustomed to, caused by the power of the Sunwell. Her hair had taken on a strawberry blonde hue, given form and body. Each silken strand placed so efficiently, framing her gentle features, no longer ravaged by death and cold. Her chest rose in gentle time with her slower breathing, the silken white fabric of her nightgown straining against her ample chest, nipples pushing out against its soft embrace. She looked down to the table top of the armoir, brushes, powders and other cosmetic items were arranged in an orderly fashion. She picked up the small pendant with interest. A shimmering blue jewel sat in its center, surrounded by silver and hung by a chain made of the same.
Screams resounded in the distance, causing her to drop the necklace. Swiftly she carried herself over to the window and peered through its frost edged glass. Fire sprang forth from within the tree line. Elves of varying ages and gender swarmed the streets en masse, moving as a mob to put distance between themselves and the front gate-
"No...it can't be..."
Quel'Thalas. She was back in Silvermoon. The implications of this were terrifying. Did she have to relive this day again? The sounds of the undead filling the air confirmed her fears, magic crossed through the air in a wash of different ethereal colors, exploding in their chosen elements and laying waste to everything around them.
Maniacal laughter. The sound, the tone, the very thought of that voice so dripping with malice and wanton cruelty froze her in her place. The seals were broken forever. She turned and ran out of the room, batting the troublesome curtains aside on her way. On the wall next to the settee rested a worn, old and well cared for blade in a rack. Well polished and intricate scrollwork twisted from the handle and down the mirror like sides. She grabbed it without a thought and made for the door, stumbling over the corner of a rug that had turned upward. She shoved the partition open and gazed in horror as she watched the body of a young elf being surrounded by the undead. She wore a peculiar set of armor; doubtless she was a high ranking member of the rangers.
The undead parted in a slow wave in the center, a tall, muscular figure with the rough features of a seasoned warrior stepped forward. He looked as if he were in the middle of the frozen tundra, cyanosis seemed to be setting in around his lips. The same blue tint surrounded a well set pair of eyes that brimmed with hatred, framed all by dirtied blonde hair.
"Arthas..."
The whisper of that name almost stopped her heart. Her mutinous body began to tremble fearfully, eyes narrowing to near slits. He was here... Again.
The ear splitting wail that cut through the air drove her out of her shock, a white swirl of nether energy coursing from the woman's lifeless body, swirling and moving with all the chaos expected of the un death. Slowly a form took shape, that of the woman's, a mere shell of her former self. Another wail resounded when Arthas bound her to his will, enslaving her, and with that the banshee flew off to carry out its masters orders.
"Not again...it will not happen. Gods give me this chance, I will change this!"
She moved her feet slowly at first, then into a confident stride, holding her swirls parallel to the ground. She watched as an abomination picked up the woman's body and step through the crowd. Arthas turned his gaze upon her and grinned with evil intent, hand moving to the hilt of his blade. He drew Frostmourne with slow precision, the blade bleeding off cold air in the form of vapor, glowing with ravenous hunger.
She steeled herself against her fear and brought her blade up into the air, only to have it crash downward with all the force she could muster towards Arthas' head. He brought Frostmourne up to counter her blow, sparks filling the air as the swords clashed with a high pitched ring. Over and over their blades met in a whirl of steel. Frostmourne struck for her heart which she parried and in a whirl of silken nightgown brought the blade in a low slash that clanged off of his armored breeches, barely missing the small opening to his femoral artery. His free hand curled into a fist and slammed forward, sending leather and mail into her solar plexus. She collapsed with a winded grunt and dropped to one knee, the tip of her sword hitting the ground and bending the tip as she leaned on it for balance.
He stepped forward with his cruel smile and looked down upon her. History would not change. He gave her that same look so many years ago.
"You fight like a demon, bitch. Submit to me and become my slave."
She gazed up at him and spit at his feet. In retaliation he bashed her in her face, the loud crack of her nose and the copious amount of blood that gushed from it almost made her faint. She fell on her hands and knees, chest heaving with lost breath.
"You will serve me, elf. Don't go willingly, I will enjoy breaking you of your spirit."
She felt the hem of her nightgown lift in the air, the press of a gloved hand over her warm sex. Rather than proceed as a lover would, he hoisted her hips into position and began undoing his breeches. She gasped and tried to whirl when she felt the bulging tip of his erect penis against her soft lips, but that only served to make things worse. The punch he landed on the back of her head made her see stars, and it was not long after that he slammed himself into her with full force. She cried out as a lance of hot pain shot through her. There was no lubrication, only the forceful plunging of her depths. Her vaginal wall tore on one side and blood began to seep from her abused sex. Arthas laughed in triumph, her sobs and tears and blood merely serving to aggravate his lust.
He hit her again and drove her head into the concrete, putting weight on it so she couldn't lift it. Her tears began to find their way into her mouth, choking her while the skin of her cheek began to bleed from the force he applied to her head. He hit her in the ribs this time, then again and again. The blows continued to rain on different areas of her body, bone cracking and breaking completely. Her back began to bruise, a flora pattern of hemorrhage blanketing her skin. He twisted her hair in his hand and violently yank as he came, spilling his cold seed inside of her and laughing. That laugh that drove her insane. He pulled himself out of her and dumped her into the ground and stood, hands lacing himself back up.
She lay there and gathered herself while Arthas gave orders to his undead horde. Inside her mind she battled with herself. She wanted to lay there in her pain and misery and just waste away. Her dignity gone, her family more than likely following the same fate.
She clutched at the blade nearby and stood slowly, shakily, if the wind blew she might be knocked over. She aimed for Arthas. No place in particular, just being able to see him was enough. She lunged forward with a surprisingly strong slash across his neck, the blade slicing through skin and tendons, veins and arteries before coming out the side of...a zombies neck. She watched as the poor soul dropped to the ground, halfway decapitated. Through the blood and tears in her eyes she saw Arthas grinning at her as she fell onto her rump. He kicked her blade away and pulled out a dagger, his knee dropping to the ground as he kneeled in front and over her. His gaze bored into her soul as he brought the knife up to her neck.
"You will serve me elf, or you will beg for death as my demons torture you for eternity. Make your decision."
Beaten and broken, she stared up at him with a mix of hatred and defeat. Her hands balled into fists, fresh tears spilling down her face.
"...Yes."
He made no sound as he plunged the dagger into her neck, choking off her cry. She felt her life drain from her body, her vision darkening...
Veloce shot up in her bed covered in cold sweat, breathing rapidly and clutching at the scar on her neck. She was back to the present. No longer a High Born, but a Death Knight. Her hands found her necklace and her fingertips brushed over the nicked and beaten pendant.
"Remnants of a broken soul..."
The dream was over, but the nightmare remained. Her free will was restored by the Lich King's loss of power, but she still heard the whispers.
"Maybe I am the remnant."
And in her head she heard clear as day, reinforcing her will to continue.
...you will become my force of retribution. Where you tread, doom will follow..
Veloce sighed and lowered herself down into her bed.
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Authors note: thank you for reading! Next chapter is in the works, more violence and actual sex next time for you pervs. Please review and tell me what you think!
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