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Exile of a hero	By : fibericon Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 10410 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nessa's time off seemed to pass all too quickly. The time she was able to spend with Karasae made her almost want to abandon the Horde military. She knew she couldn't afford to retire just yet, but it didn't stop the thought from creeping into her head time and time again. She had risked her life countless times, and she was beginning to wonder why. All she ever had to show for it was another scar and a worried significant other. There had always been an appeal to causing death, but the harshness of Northrend seemed to be more than she could bear. Her introspection was cut short by another call to meet with Kanas.

"We need you to go back to Northrend, commander." Kanas began, "First, you're going to need to report to Orgrimmar. One of our representatives there, Pyreanor, wishes to speak to you first. He is a high ranking paladin, and the recruiter for the Argent Crusade in Kalimdor. He's going to want to know about the Wrathgate incident, specifically, why you survived. Don't let him vilify you for this. You are to travel at once. Dismissed, commander."

Nessa hurried off to find a mage to send her to Orgrimmar. She was somewhat nervous, as she anticipated that Thrall would still be displeased with her loss of control. Warlocks were already barely tolerated in the Horde, especially in Orgrimmar. She was greeted warmly by the trolls as she stepped through the portal. Walking along the upper path, she looked down at the market place below. It seemed to have returned to normal, businesses operating as usual. The sound of horns broke her stride. Her eyes narrowed.

"They can't be that foolish." Nessa hissed, glancing around.

"The Alliance is attacking Orgrimmar!" an orc bellowed, his voice greatly amplified by a goblin device, "Anyone able to hold a weapon, support the defense at Thrall's chamber! For the warchief!"

The city was immediately plunged into chaos, civilians scattering and fleeing to safety. Death knights charged in on their steeds behind her, threatening to trample her. She shifted to demon form, prepared to charge, when she noticed a lone child. The boy was looking around fearfully, unsure of how to get to safety. She grabbed the child and leaped off the edge, using her wings to slow her fall. The orc child screamed in fear, knowing only that he had been carried off by a demon. Karasae leaped after her, gliding gracefully toward the inn. Nessa charged to the door, practically tossing the child inside before rushing back toward the battle.

As she turned around, a lone night elf hunter was behind her with his cat. He was caught off guard, separated from his squad, and scared. Nessa whipped out her dagger, slashing his throat in one clean motion. He collapsed to the ground, his cat looking between Nessa and Karasae, growling nervously. Karasae sent the cat flying with a crack of her whip.

On the upper walk, the Horde's own death knights had joined the fray. They swooped down on their skeletal birds, leaping off the fearsome beasts to knock the Alliance from their steeds. The cunning ambush was very effective, but it came at high cost. Other soldiers of the Alliance charged from behind, pinning the Horde's death knights between two forces. Nessa had no time to stand and watch. She summoned her wolf and dashed through the drag. Shifting back into demon form again at Thrall's door, she tore through the masses of attackers to get to Thrall. Arrows, ice, and fire rained down in the chamber. Nessa struggled to focus through the chaos, finally finding the warchief and assuming her normal form. The large orc fended off many attackers at once with his large mace.

"Get behind me, warlock!" He bellowed, "You're worthless to me dead!"

Karasae snuck up on a human, touching his face softly. "Hey, big boy. Why all the fighting? It's so noisy in here... we should go somewhere more private."

The man blinked a few times, falling under the succubus's spell quickly. "Uh... yeah... it's...-ack!"

A rogue stepped up behind the man, stabbing him several times in various weak spots. The forsaken cackled wickedly. "You and I make a great team, demon."

Before she could reply, a hunter's tiger leapt and forced the rogue to the ground. He screamed and fought wildly to get it off, while Karasae slipped back into the shadows to find her summoner. As large as the Alliance attack force was, they weren't quite prepared to take on all of Orgrimmar. More and more backup came to aid Thrall, as the Alliance forces dwindled. A paladin broke through the crowd, ducking past Thrall. He made a dash for Nessa, his mace ready to swing.

"I remember you from Undercity, bitch!"

A hard swing of his mace connected with the warlock's ribs, sending her flying into the wall behind her. She collapsed to the floor, coughing violently and spitting up blood. Thrall didn't let him get a second swing. Nessa tried to maintain consciousness, watching the battle from her place on the floor. Finally she closed her eyes. She was still awake, but was getting rather dizzy from the blood loss. Things began to quiet down, but she was unsure if the fighting had stopped, or she was passing out.

"Check the floor for survivors," Thrall said wearily, "Take the wounded to the priests in the valley of spirits. The dead will have to wait."

Nessa felt thick fingers on her neck, and suddenly she was lifted off the floor. She opened her eyes lazily, seeing the warchief carrying her. She tried to speak, but only managed a low gurgle.

"Talking with a punctured lung will get you killed, warlock. Be still until the priests have dealt with you."

Nessa's head lulled to the side and she fell unconscious. A significant amount of blood poured from her mouth as she did. Karasae's connection with Azeroth was broken immediately, and she could do nothing but watch her summoner from her own world. A solemn procession of healthy soldiers carrying gravely wounded soldiers made its way along the upper path. From the top of a building, a single night elf had his crossbow trained on the path, looking for his target. A shallow wound was across his throat, bleeding significantly, but not enough to threaten his life. He soon spotted Nessa's body, hanging limp but still breathing. He took the shot. As his bolt flew through the air, Thrall raised his head, reacting to the noise. The warchief shifted his stance, deflecting the bolt with his pauldrons.

"Slay the coward!" Thrall bellowed angrily, "Send him back to his gods in pieces!"

A half dozen axe wielding soldiers of the Horde surrounded him, leaping onto the rooftops from the nearby path. With no pet, and nowhere to run, he was quickly slaughtered. The orcs made sure there was no way he could fake this death.

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Nessa awoke with a start, looking around nervously. It was night, and she had no idea where she was. She suddenly felt a thick fingered hand lightly touch her shoulder.

"Is okay, commanda," a woman's voice said softly, attempting to soothe the warlock a bit, "Ya be safe now. Jus' try ta relax and lay back down. Dat mace shattered ya ribs but good."

Nessa laid back down, trying to return to normal breathing. The air around her reeked of medicine. But beyond that was a more familiar, welcome smell. She knew where she was finally - the valley of spirits, possibly near to where she had stepped through the portal. The priest set about checking her temperature, then testing her ribs carefully.

"Mos' everybody done gone already. Only da badly injured be in da valley still. Ya in my hut, commanda. Ain't nobody ta see ya here."

"I'm sorry for waking you." Nessa replied weakly. Her head was spinning from the holy magic forced into her with the blow of the mace."

Don't be apologizin' to Hai'din. I just be doin' my job. Ya ribs... well... go back ta sleep. Tomorrow they gon' be okay. If ya keep talkin' now, ya gon' break 'em again."

Nessa nodded and closed her eyes. She tried to think about the hut she was in, but the troll held a vial under her nose. The vaguely sweet smell filled her nostrils, and she was out again immediately.

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Nessa had recovered the following day, albeit with a little stiffness still. The attack on Orgrimmar had added more delays to her schedule, and she was ultimately shipped back to Silvermoon. With someone to hold, she no longer hated the delays imposed by the paperwork. Nessa held the demon in her home, kissing her tenderly on the lips.

"I'd leave the Horde for you, Karasae."

"Nessa... you shouldn't say things like that."

"I know, but I'm tired of all the fighting. I just want to be with you."

"Our time will come, my love. Your people need you now."

The lovers were lost in each others eyes. Neither noticed the person peeking through the window at the small corner that Nessa's curtains didn't properly block. Because of the sound proof bubble, they still didn't notice when more people gathered. Nessa stepped out of the bubble to go to the kitchen, and immediately heard the angry crowd outside. She stopped dead in her tracks, going cold. Karasae noticed her demeanor and exited the bubble as well, baring her teeth as she heard the crowd. Nessa peeked out the curtain. At least fifty people were in front of her home, carrying makeshift weapons ranging from burning torches to improvised spears. They were all civilians, but the guards were making no effort to break them up. They called for her head, random shouts of "Demon lover" and "Traitor" occasionally being heard.

"We were so careful." Karasae growled.

Without warning, a spear was thrown at her home. It broke through the window, catching Karasae square in the chest. The demon's eyes went wide. She collapsed to the floor before fading out of existence, the spear being left behind. Nessa's jaw dropped. She trembled and knelt where Karasae had been, putting her hand on the floor. A single tear fell. The fact that Karasae could not die in her world did not occur to her. The fact that she could simply resummon the demon never crossed her mind. All she knew was that an angry mob had thrown a spear through her window and taken away the only thing she had ever loved.

"Cowards!" She bellowed. An ominous silence fell over the crowd. An evil aura polluted the air, emanating from the distraught warlock. It made the mob feel physically ill. Nessa had lost a part of herself to grief, and was nowhere near her right mind. "You want a traitor? I'll give you a traitor."

She began another summoning ritual, but this time, she brought forth her felguard.

"What happened to your friend?"

"Silence, fool! Slay them all!"

With a roar, the demon leapt through what was left of the window, sending shards of glass flying into the crowd. The mob scattered and fled, screaming and running for their lives. Three paladins frantically pushed through to get to the demon, one of them stopping a swing from his mighty axe before it could split a man in two.

"Get it the hell away from the crowd!"

Nessa made a break through her door, hoping to use the chaos to escape. As the three paladins were busy with her demon, she found herself meeting no resistance. That all changed before she could get through the gates of the city. A rogue dropped from a high ledge, landing in front of her. Nessa recognized her immediately.

"Arithi." Nessa hissed.

"You'll pay for what you did to me."

"I'll kill you like I should have when you invaded my home!"

Before Nessa could transform, Arithi vanished and appeared behind her, first stabbing her in the leg so she couldn't run. Nessa changed to demon form and reeled around, grabbing the woman by the armor protecting her chest. Arithi tried frantically to stab Nessa's arm with both daggers, but they couldn't penetrate her demon hide. Leaping into the air, Nessa lifted the rogue off the ground, then came down and slammed her full force into the street on her back. The woman dropped both daggers, and Nessa lifted her again, only to slam her back down. The pavement cracked, and the rogue coughed up blood. The paladins had dispatched her demon, and they were closing in on her. She shifted back to her normal form involuntarily, summoning Karasae once more. Her leg was bleeding profusely. Without a word, the demon picked up the blood elf and sprinted into the woods. After a few seconds of running, she forced herself to take flight. She was only able to keep it up briefly, and the landing was rough, but they were safe. In the dark forest outside the city, the paladins would have a lot of trouble finding them. But Nessa wasn't in the clear yet. The poison on the rogue's dagger was coursing through her veins.

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The three paladins stormed into the warlocks' coven in Murder Row. They were met with scowls, and not a warlock greeted them.

"We need you to track Nessa's fel signature. She is a fugitive and-"

"We lost her signature the moment she left the city." A warlock interrupted.

"You're lying."

"Watch your tongue, fool. Do you realize where you are?"

"It is of great importance that she is apprehended! She set a felguard on a crowd of innocent people!"

"Innocent people don't surround houses with torches and call for blood. This is your last chance to leave; take it."

The paladin stared him down for a moment, but eventually turned and left, the other two behind him.

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"K-Karasae..."

"Nessa, hang in there. There's something we can use in this forest to make an antidote."

Nessa glanced around, but her vision was blurring. The poison was taking its toll, and she was just about out of fight. She had already started going completely numb, and could barely move.

"I love you..."

With that, the blood elf closed her eyes. Her breathing slowed, then ceased. Karasae trembled, checking the woman's pulse in multiple places.

"No! Nessa, wake up! Don't leave me! Please, Nessa!" The demon broke down sobbing, holding her summoner's body tightly. "Nessaaaaaaaaa... no... please wake up... please be okay..."

The demon hugged Nessa's limp body for several minutes, crying uncontrollably. Finally, the demon stood, picking Nessa up. She started walking south.

"I'll bring you back... I swear it. Then we'll kill them all."

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The rogue looked around slowly, her world spinning and going dark. She was badly injured, and couldn't move.

"Sin'dorei... my people... Silvermoon... my beautiful home... I have failed you."

Arithi laid her head back on the cold pavement, awaiting the sweet embrace of death.

"Heal her, now! She isn't going to last much longer!"

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Karasae was running with the woman's body now. She had already made it to the Western Plaguelands. Most of the undead were easy to avoid, but a large group had set up a trap at a crossroad.

"Oh, you've brought me a present?" A scourge caster cackled, as skeletons and abominations closed in on Karasae. "Why don't you just bring her to me, hmm?"

The ground suddenly erupted in blood. The undead were distracted, as a death knight rushed in.

"Run, demon! I'll hold them off as long as I can!"

Karasae fled past the undead, running as fast as her legs could take her. She ran all the way into the Undercity, barely avoiding the orc guards. The forsaken paid her little mind, a few glancing curiously, but none tried to stop her. She ran straight into the dark lady's sanctum, laying Nessa at her feet.

"Please, dark lady, you must help her!" Karasae blurted out, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry I was rude to you, but please bring her back! She's all I have, I need her back!"

The guards fell silent. Bragor shook his head, turning away from the demon. Sylvannas finally spoke.

"Are you stupid, or just blinded by tears? Why do you think you're still in this world? She's not dead, you harpy. Not only that, she's probably awake, listening to you cry over her death." She looked over at a guard, raising her voice. "Get an apothecary in here!"

Nessa was quickly tended to, Karasae sobbing the entire time. An apothecary muttered to himself idly as he administered various potions. "This is almost like snake venom... no wonder she thought her mistress dead... probably couldn't even feel a pulse..."

Once Nessa awoke, the apothecary helped her to her feet. She limped somewhat, as her wound was only bandaged, but she was very much alive.

"Felwhisper. My private chamber, now. Dismiss your demon."

Karasae hugged Nessa tightly. Nessa kissed her on the forehead and sent her back to her realm, then limped behind the dark lady, following her through a passage hidden in the wall. Sylvannas offered her a seat, which she took gladly.

"First of all, I want to apologize for that business before the battle to retake my city. I was stressed, obviously. You fight admirably. But this with your demon... word has spread to all major cities. You are to be returned, alive, to Silvermoon. That isn't my concern, however. You threw away everything for your demon, sister. Surely you knew this would happen eventually."

"I'd do it all again, dark lady. I love her. She was there for me at my lowest, she held me while I cried, she saved my life and took care of me when I was helpless. If she wanted me dead, or enslaved, she had many opportunities already."

Sylvannas sighed, shaking her head. "You're facing more backlash than you realize. Just because you won't be executed doesn't mean you won't be assassinated. I'm leaving your leg wounded. You could have escaped that situation without attacking your own people, even though they attacked first. You were stupid, and you should fucking know better. I hope one day to see you again on better terms, little demon girl. But hope is empty. There is nothing but darkness for you when you leave this city. Face your fate now, Felwhisper."
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