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- 1-The Fall: A Tale of Ambition
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The following is a story recorded some mortal years ago, during the events of the Third War. While it may seem insignificant, let all who read find a deeper meaning hidden within, and pledge never to let Pride and Ambition blind you in your pursuits. As many mortals have already witnessed in times of war, the 'road to hell is paved with good intentions' and 'pride comes before the fall'. This interesting young mortal is among my favored, despite my efforts to remain impartial. Even despite her broken state in the current time line, she remains strong, and no long allows herself to be blinded by high ambition. I am proud that despite her hardships she can still find it within herself to learn.

Be warned, however. This is no tale for the faint of heart.

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People thought her mad for her research. They called her a mad hermit under their breaths and shook their heads every time she entered the city. They scorned and feared her for her growing power, jealous. Her teachers took every opportunity they could to pull her away from her scrolls and books, forever finding some reason to interrupt her work. If only the fools knew just how close she was to finally mastering her art. Most were still playing with their little Imps, sending sparks at their enemies cloaks. How quaint.

Dievas Shadoweaver would show them all that she was more than capable of controlling the beasts of the Twisting Nether and aiding the war effort against the Scourge. While the Paladins donned their shining armor and sharpened their axes, she alone was actually doing something to stop the slaughter of more of her people. The desecration of the Sunwell and the fall of her home only fueled her thirst for vengeance. The newly rebuilt Eastern quarter did nothing to ease the rage boiling in her blood, as she was forced to dodge scourge invaders, bandits, and Amani trolls every day to get to her little sanctuary.

Not that it was that much of a pain now days. She was so close to unlocking the secrets of summoning the Demons that she rarely left her cavern, save at the demands of her teachers. Recently a summons had gone out for all able bodied wielders of the Arcane to report to Lor'themar Theron for deployment to Northrend and Icecrown, which she had promptly ignored. Her teachers had followed her and discovered her hiding place after that incident, forcing her to seal herself within the cave. Conditions were not ideal, but they would have to do for now. Once she emerged victorious with a powerful tool at her beck and call, they would all see.

With careful movements she etched the last sigil into the stone floor of the cavern with her enchanted blade. The arcane letters and symbols looked dull and unassuming without her power to fuel them. With a smirk, she turned and consulted her scrolls one last time before nodding, satisfied that they were all correct. She nearly shivered from anticipation as she strode over to a second, smaller circle of runes and stepped carefully inside, lifting her robes so as not to trail dirt or loose stone onto the marks.

This was simply a test to assess whether or not her plan could work, however she would allow herself no room for error. She knew of the risks and accepted them gladly if it meant even a hint of success in her endeavors. With a legion of demons at her beck and call she could easily purge her homeland of the Scourge, and any who would think to destroy her people while they were at their weakest. With a Warlock as their savior, her people and their allies would have no choice but to accept the entire class as honored citizens, as opposed to barely tolerated outcasts.

With such thoughts in mind, she reached into a small pouch on her belt and withdrew a shimmering purple shard, clutching it carefully with reverence. The sacrifice of one person's soul for the survival of their entire race. The death would not be in vain. She focused on her rage, sorrow, and pain; using it to direct her will and increase her power as she focused on the runes and the soul shard. For a moment nothing happened, causing her to frown, attention wavering briefly as she wracked her brain, searching for anything in her work she could have missed. For a moment she did not notice as the sigils began to glow faintly. Her attention snapped back to the circle only once the ominous purple-black glow overtook the light of the few candles scattered about the sizable room.

Sweat beaded down her face and back as she mentally scrambled and physically braced herself to reassert control as she felt the magics slipping from her grasp. Hands thrust out in front of her, the fingers of her free hand worked as if with a marionette as she manipulated the currents of energy around her, ruthlessly wresting back control before the power could dissipate or manifest incorrect results. She would not allow all of her work to be for naught.

Biting her lip in concentration, she nearly cheered as the first sign of success appeared in the form of a swirling black portal in the center of the circle. Almost before she could blink, the portal winked out of existence, depositing an impossibly large shape into the center of the circle. She had to reign in her first instinct to flee at the sight of just what she had summoned up. She had not had any particular demon in mind during the ritual, simply wishing to bring forth something more powerful than anything she had ever seen before. It proved to be the major flaw in her planning.

The shape seemed impossibly large, considering the relatively small circle containing it. She knew that it had potential for being even bigger than it currently seemed, given the loss of physical mass some creatures experienced outside of the Nether. She disguised a twitch of fear by shifting her weight and smirking. What ever the beast was, it would do. The runes continued glowing strongly despite the disruption in her attention, telling her that the warding spells were in place and would keep the demon from escaping or harming her until she could properly enslave it.

Minuscule warmth radiated from the soul shard still clutched in her hand as she carefully stepped from the summoning circle. This would be the tricky part. No other magic could interfere with the enslaving process, meaning she would have to drop the warding circle before attempting it. Without knowing what the demon was, she did not know if it could attack her with ranged magic. Before she tried anything, she would need to wait for it to revive and attempt to ascertain what it could do.

She did not have to wait long. Before she could reach the make-shift stone slab which housed her books and tools, a quiet growl nearly made her jump. Whirling gracefully to face the circle once more, her gaze locked immediately with a set of glaring, fiery yellow eyes. Fear coiled in her gut as she forcefully broke the stare to take in the demon standing before her. Somehow the large humanoid had moved with enough speed and grace to not alert her, despite the mere second or two she had her back to it. There was a moment of shocked silence as her eyes adjusted to the dark purple glow of the runes surrounding it.

Her guess at its size was dwarfed in comparison to its standing height. It was roughly three full heads taller than any male of her own race, and built broadly with thick muscles and cloven hooves for feet. Two sharp horns protruded from either side of its forehead. Shock lanced through her as a rustling at its back revealed two massive wings folded loosely, doing nothing to hide their massive span as the demon flexed them, stretching them out and folding them back in when they came into proximity of the ward.

Mixed feelings of fear and triumph vied within her as she recognized the demon from descriptions from her teachers of different demons of the Nether. Supposedly Doomguards were the most difficult of the demonic races to summon and control. She had always been cautioned that such powerful beings were not to be trifled with except in the most dire of circumstances, and only by those with high standing amongst the Warlocks. Never had her teachers explain why, nor had they imparted upon her just what a Doomguard was capable of. Gazing upon one now, she felt triumph outweigh the fear as she stepped closer to the circle and smirked. Such a being could not be so powerful if one lowly Warlock could summon it on her own without aid.

Straightening her back and glaring at the creature, she stated an order in the demonic language of Eredun,

"Ered'ruin, Shaza-kiel!"

Using the language that she had before then only studied made her insides crawl with an odd sensation, as the words seemed to burn her very lips and cause a headache to form behind her eyes. She steadfastly refused to show her discomfort with the demon watching her so intently. Though she did blink and scowl deeply as a growling laugh erupted from the caged creature. It bared its teeth in a parody of a grin as it shifted its weight, hooves scraping and clattering against the stone as it shuffled as close to the barrier as it could get. It spoke roughly, growling at her in her own language.

"Surrender my soul? Little elf, do you know who I am? What I am capable of?"

It laughed again, making her grit her teeth and clench her fists as the sound nearly made her shiver. Its eyes raked up and down her form as it continued almost coyly,

"Although... perhaps having a Master as comely as you would be a welcome distraction... for a time...."

Silence prevailed for a moment as she registered its words. She watched with shocked detachment as the demon knelt before her, bowing its head in submission. Shock turned to triumph once again as it dawned on her what was happening. A demon willingly submitting itself to her dominion? Of course, she did not trust it as far as she could physically throw it. She would enslave it to ensure its full cooperation and subservience, but until then, she basked in the feeling of accomplishment for a moment, missing the demon's concealed smirk as it kept its head bowed low.

Everything changed in an instant.

White hot spikes of agony lanced through her frame, and her vision flashed before beginning to fade to black as she was backhanded and sent sprawling several feet away. She blinked her eyes rapidly and tried to scream, to make any sound at all, but her jaw refused to work, sending jolts of agony through her with each attempt to move it, as she was roughly yanked to her feet and slammed back against a plate covered chest. She struggled violently, however her slight frame was no match for a demon's brute strength as it wrapped its arms around her, pinning her arms to her side and preventing escape.

She could feel its searing breath against the side of her neck and face as it stooped low to whisper menacingly in her ear.

"... If you can defeat me."

Twisting her neck slightly, she spied the unbroken rune circle, still glowing and in tact. How had it escaped? Panic nearly blinded her as the demon laughed again, lifting her clear from the floor and lumbering over to the stone table. It did not bother to clear the mess of books and odd items from the surface, simply slammed her brutally face down, shattering an empty vial with the force and sending glass shards digging into her chest and stomach. She kicked out with her legs but it did no good as the Doomguard simply used one hand on the back of her neck to hold her firmly down, its other hand raking down her back, talons shredding her robes and underlying skin as if neither existed.

Violent sickness overwhelmed her as she felt its breath on her shoulder, followed by a hot, wet sensation as it licked up the blood it had drawn. She could feel it shudder against her back as it hummed in pleasure. She struggled even harder as there was a pause followed by the sound of metal clattering to the floor. Horror flooded her mind, making her ignore the warning squeeze on the back of her neck as the demon ground its half hard length against her backside.

She twisted her torso desperately, wrenching one arm back as far as it would go. Sharp pain lanced through her shoulder as something popped, but she ignored it as she she drew upon her power in a desperate bid to escape, one way or another. No demon would ever use her in such a way.

Her flesh seared as the area around her suddenly burst into flames, greedily consuming the parchments and books laying beside and under her. Even the stone was aflame as she channeled her terror into the destructive magic. Despite her broken jaw she could not hold in a scream as the flames licked her skin, radiating around her and from within her.

The demon released his grip and took a startled step back, giving her time to struggle determinedly to her feet and focus more energy on the channeling of the hell fire. Each second that she channeled the power sent waves of agony coursing through her as the fire consumed the caster with equal fervor but she held fast out of desperation. Her focus wavered and the flames weakened as the demon threw his head back and cackled in delight, seeming to simply shrug off the flames as a mild annoyance as he stalked towards her.

Once he was just out of arms reach of her, he paused and slammed one hoof to the floor, causing a web-work of cracks to appear and the floor to tremble. She cried out as she was thrown off balanced and stunned at the pain and violent tremors shooting up her legs from the vibrations. The interruption was enough. The flames died out as suddenly as they had appeared, leaving only scorched stone and the burnt flesh on her frame as evidence it had ever existed.

Unable to support her own weight with her depleted energy, she slumped to the floor, leaning against the table. She shivered at the agony as stone ground against her burns, and her movements pulled at the glass still embedded in her flesh. She attempted to call upon her powers once more, however the power refused to come to her, weakening her physically with every attempt to 'grasp' and control it.

The demon remained where it had paused, staring down at her with an unreadable expression. For a moment she had the foolish hope that it had lost interest after her suicidal display. To her dismay it simply tilted its head, looking thoughtful for a moment. After a pause it smirked slowly before turning and lumbering over to where she had dropped the soul shard. It seemed to contemplate the small purple shard for a moment before laughing as he stooped to pick it up.

�It will not be so easy for you, little elf. We can not have you ruining my fun before it has even begun.... Did you honestly hope to enslave me with this?�

It stalked back over and towered over her. She fought not to shrink away as it brandished the shard at her, looking angry. The pain was slowly blotting out her fear, though dread still coiled in her stomach like an anvil as the demon clenched the shard in his hand, anger fading to a thoughtful smile. She kept her silence, still mentally trying to tap into her own depleted life force. She had no choice but to listen as it let out a rumbling laugh and continued.

�No mortal has yet succeeded in enslaving me. An insignificant, Anach kyree like you is barely worthy of controlling the grunts.... I shall give you a true lesson in control.�

He flashed his teeth wolfishly as a black aura became visible around him, seeming to both eat up and reject the dim light within the cave. Slowly, black tendrils detached and snaked out, bridging the gap between them rapidly. She whimpered and struggled to stand, but her legs gave out and she collapsed once again. Her eyes widened as one tendril snapped out to close around an ankle, another striking to wrap around her right wrist.

The aura was intangible, yet caused searing pain, far worse than any fire, to course through to her very soul. She howled in agony and thrashed against its grip but nothing could dislodge the metaphysical force in her weakened state. A blood red aura soon joined the black, spearing straight into her chest. She sobbed wretchedly as she realized what it was, as she felt her broken skin and bones begin to mend, wounds sealing, burns fading, and glass being forcefully dislodged as new flesh filled the gashes.

The tendril attached to her ankle coiled up her leg slowly, leaving a searing, wrong sensation in its wake. It paused at her upper thigh for a moment and pain flared on her wrist and the back of her thigh as if a brand were being shoved into the skin, before it continued its upward journey, brushing against her groin and making her cry out in pain. It seemed to take several minutes, but eventually the black coils formed make-shift chains crossing painfully tight around her torso. Once complete, they seemed to solidify, detaching from the demon as he strode forward looking pleased.

He knelt before her and caressed her face with mock tenderness. She was nearly blinded by terror as she attempted to move, but her body refused to respond to her commands. The emotion must have shown through her eyes, as the demon reared back and cackled, tail whipping around behind him in a jovial fashion.

�There now. You have been a good little elf, and drinking your blood, I see. I confess that I was not sure of success.... Never the less... consider this a free lesson. One can not truly master a thing, if they do not experience what they are doing... first hand. Look at your wrist, elf, and gaze upon the mark of your new master!�

Against her will, her eyes dropped compliantly to her right wrist. The feeling of being branded was not far off, she realized, as her mind slowly took in the details. The skin on the inside of her wrist was blistered and red, and blood flowed sluggishly in places, starkly outlining a demonic sigil scarred into the flesh. From the pain radiating from her thigh, she assumed there to be a matching mark there as well.

The demon laughed again as she mentally revolted, trying to gather the will to break the tie between them. She was much too weak, both physically and mentally at this point to do much, even after the demon's forced healing. Her magic was severely depleted, and she would only cause herself more harm if she continued attempting to access it.

She felt sick as a voice whispered in her mind, giving her an order, even as the demon spoke aloud, �Kneel, and worship.�

Before she could register the action, she was on her knees, head lowered in submission. Tears stung the corners of her eyes, but a sharp command splintered through her mind, refusing to allow her outward signs of distress. She attempted to distance herself from the situation, forcing numbness upon her own mind as she gazed up at the demon and smiled coyly, leaning up to nuzzle his thigh, softly kissing and licking her way up towards his now fully erect cock.

For a moment, she thought she had won, as though she was still aware of what she was being forced to do, she felt completely numb, safely locked away like a prisoner in her own body. The demon hissed and glared sharply, clawed hand shooting out to grab a fist full of her hair, yanking her head back brutally, near to snapping point.

�You will remain fully aware of what I am doing to you, you will feel everything I do to you, you shall remain completely, and fully conscious until I say otherwise! Now, let your true feelings free. Let me know how much you hurt.�

He paused and gazed at her expectantly, as if expecting her to break into tears or beg for her life and virtue. While some tears escaped, trailing wet streaks down her face, she simply clenched her jaw and glared him in the eye. She was completely terrified, however her loathing of the creature before her outweighed even that. Her reaction, to the contrary of expectation, seemed to delight him.

�Ah. You shall perhaps, pose a challenge to break.... You may cry and beg as you wish, and you may show defiance. However, do not think to take action against me.�

Before she could react, the demon yanked cruelly at her hair, forcing her to sit up taller as he shifted closer until he was nearly stepping on her. He forced her head forward, shoving her mouth close to the tip of his enormous cock. She whimpered pathetically as its size finally registered.

The demon's groin was built like that of an animal, its dick sheathed within its body when not hard. However, that was where the similarities ended. The shaft was long and thick, ridged with short, dull spikes which seemed to retract into the flesh as she watched. As she was mentally commanded, she brought a hand up and wrapped her fingers around the base, not able to close them due to its girth.

The head of its penis made her bulk violently, fully embracing the order to be defiant as she fought against the hand in her hair as it pushed her mouth even closer. She cried out in pain as she felt some of her hair come loose of her scalp, and the demon took advantage by thrusting its hips forward, forcing the head of its cock past her lips. Her cries were muffled by its size as she felt the skin at the corners of her mouth give slightly, her jaws forced uncomfortably wide.

Her first instinct was to bite down, however the demon's orders negated it, even as her mind flashed images of the gruesome, sharp barb which now scraped at the roof of her mouth and the tip of her tongue. The demon chuckled and loosened its grip in her hair, petting her singed locks with mock tenderness to sooth the pain as he cooed at her.

�If you behave yourself and do a good job, you shall have no worry of that little... appendage. Displease me, however....�

The spikes along his shaft suddenly jutted out of the skin, startling her and causing her to jerk back, cutting the roof of her mouth on the barb. She tasted blood but ignored it as she stared wide-eyed at his length. She shuddered violently and thought she would retch. They all now stood out at an inch in length, and while still dull, would no doubt cause considerable damage.

A sob refused to be stifled, and her cheeks burned with rage, fear, and embarrassment as yet another order fluttered through her mind. The hand not wrapped around his cock moved to caress down the front of her own robes, tweaking her own nipples as she jerked at the ties keeping the bodice closed. The garment could have easily been discarded without such dramatics due to the tear down the back, however she clinically assessed that such a thing would not be satisfying to the demon, as she would have been less humiliated.

Pain flared up and distracted her from attempts to distance herself from the situation, as the demon once again tugged sharply on her hair and directed her face closer to its length. She was both relieved and terrified to see that the spikes, including the barb on the tip, had retracted beneath its skin. Tears of pain and humiliation stung her cheeks as it forced itself once more in to her mouth.

Her cries were muffled by its length as he brutally forced his cock in as far as it would go, holding it and cutting off her air supply. She gagged hard around it, gorge rising in her throat with no place to go, burning her throat even as the demon drew himself out only far enough to let her draw in a brief breath through her nose before slamming back in.

It repeated the action several times, each time seeming to thrust in with more force until she was afraid it would break her jaw again, or a vertebra in her neck. Finally, it slid itself from her mouth fully, releasing its painfully tight grip in her hair as she immediately fell forward on her hands and knees, retching and crying in earnest as she fought for air without choking on her own vomit.

The Doomguard took a step back and stared down at her in disgust for a moment before rearing back and kicking her away. The force sent her sprawling several feet away, causing her to cry even harder and curl up around her stomach in pain as she retched even more. It paced around in front of her for a moment, tutting in annoyance as a command speared through her mind.

Immediately she was back to her knees, still crying as her own body forced her crawling towards him on hands and knees. She bowed her head submissively and cried even harder from embarrassment and disgust as she leaned down, rear end postured in the air, and began licking the floor where some of the mess had ended up. The taste and grit from dirt nearly drove her to sickness again, but the new order forced her to suppress her gag reflex to the extreme.

�You have displeased me.�

Despite the order, she would have cowered and whimpered at those words regardless, as she remembered his warning. It continued speaking, ignoring her, as if talking to himself,

�One would think a High Elf... Ah-hehehe. No... you call yourself Blood Elves now, don't you. How quaint. One would think a Blood Elf would not be so weak. So... disappointing and easily broken. I have not even started the real fun yet.�

The mockery of her race's name cut through some of her terror, as the taunt brought forth images of the assault against the city; images of the massacre that she had only barely escaped alive. Thoughts of the fate of Ranger-General Sylvanas during her defense of the city burned in her mind. How easily fear turns to rage, curiously. Though she was incapable of acting upon such an emotion, she gripped it tight and held firm to it, using the numbing quality to dull her senses against the demon's orders. He had not retracted his order to show her emotions to his actions.

The seething anger and hate at the being before her was distracting, and welcome despite the lingering and vivid fear, as she missed his verbal order to cease prostrating herself before him. She only registered her own movements once she was on her feet and moving towards the stone table once more. Mentally she revolted as she leaned forward on the table, reaching back to pull her robes up to bunch around her hips, exposing her ass to the lecherous eyes of the demon.

Her throat still burned from her sickness, as well as its previous treatment, however she still had the energy to scream loudly despite the discomfort as the demon strode forward and raked its talons down her back, digging them in and drawing them down slowly until it reached the swell of her backside. The pain was much more, now that adrenalin had firmly worn off, though the pain was nothing compared to the agony, as its other hand moved to her ass, clawing and forcing a taloned finger into her tightly clenched pucker. It brutally drew the finger out, curling it so the claw gouged and scratched inside her.

�You are far too tight... I would kill you before I could even force myself in. Not as satisfying. However,�

It laughed as it ripped its finger from her and trailed it the short distance to her pussy. Her stomach now felt hollow, and she shook from shock and pain as the blood drained from her face as it repeated its previous actions. This time, she could not truly feel the pain, as she felt its claws catch and dig in inside of her, but somehow, that made it all worse. She did feel it, however, as it added another finger. Unused to being stretched so much at once she felt her opening tear, and the accompanying pain sent her reeling. She shuddered and screamed, voice crackling with the force of it as it used the added leverage to claw brutally at something deep within her.

A flood of warmth in her abdomen accompanied the excruciating pain, as she felt something give against his ministrations. Her cunt clenched around his fingers and she felt wetness trickle down her legs, though whether it was blood or her own juices, she did not know. Her ears rang from the force of her own screams, though his laughter soon joined in as he mentally ordered her to turn around and face him while sitting on the table.

The action of sitting was a torture in its own right, as her anus clenched, pulling at the wounds within and sending shocks of pain lancing up her spine. Facing him now, he brandished his hand and her, and her body was forced to lean in and lick his fingers, tasting herself, and her blood, as she licked and sucked at the talons. Her entire being rang with the order to clean him of her filth. She went even more numb as she licked and delicately nibbled pieces of her own flesh from under his claws.

Not even his orders could fully negate her body's physical response to torture, as shock firmly set in and dulled her to the existing pain. She shook hard and clenched her teeth as she unwillingly leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs as wide as they would go. A quick glance at her genitals revealed that there was more blood than anything, before his bulk blocked her view and she was forced to look him in the eye.

His eyes glowed with sadistic pleasure as he forced her legs even wider as he stepped between them, nearly dislocating her hips as he forcefully pressed them with his thighs. She was forced to maintain eye contact as he shoved three fingers into her. Tears of pain stung her eyes as her opening tore even more, and this time she felt every movement as he pushed against her sensitive spots, all the while clawing and ripping with his talons.

The pain and pleasure mixed into a blur of sensation, and she was horrified as she realized she was moaning even as she sobbed at the stinging pain of the wounds within her. Blessedly the tears blurred her vision, obscuring her view of the demon's face as it purred at her and dragged its fingers out of her. Therefor she was unprepared when the blunt head of his cock pressed firmly against her opening.

The breath was torn out of her, agony so fierce that she could not even scream, as it put all its strength into thrusting into her brutally, tearing and destroying her cunt as it forced itself into her slowly, inch by inch, her blood lubricating its way. Her vision blacked out briefly, ears ringing, even as she could still feel its movements as it slowly pulled back out and thrust back in with all its strength. Her insides tore as it forced itself past some point within her, fully sheathing its entire length inside of her.

It ground against her once fully inside of her, sending blinding jolts of agony down her back and nearly driving her mind insane as she registered the intense pleasure hinted under the pain. She screamed again, throat raw, as it drew itself nearly fully from her and slammed back in, sending shudders through the stone beneath them. The next ten minutes were a blur of agonizing pain and gut wrenching pleasure as it repeated the action several times, occasionally pausing to grind its hips against hers, breaking the hinted pleasure into pure agony.

Just as abruptly as it began, the demon stopped mid thrust to stare down at her strangely. She blinked rapidly through the tears as she sobbed brokenly, arms no longer supporting her as she lay there. Briefly, she spied a thoughtful frown, before tears once again blurred her sight. He ripped himself from her and stepped back from between her legs, the sudden lack of support making her whimper and cry out hoarsely as they fell closed, joints stiff and hurting.

The demon growled loudly over her pathetic whimpers and sobs, making her tense painfully in response to any new type of torture it hoped to introduce. After a moment nothing happened, however she refused to let her guard down as she shuddered and rolled slowly to her side, curling in on herself and pulling her knees to her chest in a vain notion of stopping him from raping her further.

�You are a disappointment. So weak. While you amuse me, I believe I rather liked the fight you had before I broke you.... Well,� It laughed, �Not the fight. Perhaps it is simply the mundanes of this encounter which fails to please me. Let us... start over.�

Redness filled her vision as the aura sprang to life in his clawed hand, shooting through her arms and into her chest. As before, she felt skin knit neatly back together, strength returning to strained muscles weakened by force or terror. The shock was purged from her system and feeling returned to her extremities as her blood replenished. The suddenness of it all shocked her into silence, as she mentally scrambled and reeled with the realization that he could keep her alive for as long as he wished.

She nearly gave up then and there, laying there brokenly for a moment, staring blankly at the cavern wall. Not even tears would come, with the realization. She felt hollow, blank, even despite his previous orders. The sound of his hooves against the stone floor caused her to startle violently, and she sat up and scrambled back on reflex, nearly falling off the other side of table.

The action startled her, as she scrambled to figure out why it felt strange to do so. The demon did not notice, or seem to care, as he was too interested in staring intently at the blocked opening of the cave. She had placed wards upon it, to blacken the view both in and out. No one could enter or leave while the wards were up. The runes were situated on the walls surrounding the entrance. They could be easily broken with a simple smudge of the chalk.

The thought caused her to physically freeze in her tracks. She had... thought of escape. She shook violently as she looked down at her chest. Before her eyes, the black chains encircling her torso seemed to disintegrate into nothing, leaving her skin unmarred. Her head whipped up and she immediately froze again, as her glowing green gaze met enraged red.

The demon turned from the entrance and growled menacingly at her,

�It seems I lost myself in breaking you. Not surprising. I forgot how... delightfully warm, and tight, mortals are. Not to fret, my pet. You shall not be without your master's presence for long. It seems someone is attempting to get in.�

It shrugged its massive shoulders and whipped its tail behind him in agitation for a moment before pausing to grin wickedly.

�You are talented in your work, for a mere slave. They shall not get in... for some time. Be a good pet and stay there, while I search for your shard.�

To her shock, it turned its back on her as it lumbered over to the rune circle. It was fully confident and self-assured that she was completely broken. So sure that she would not even think to attempt escape. She was nearly too frightened to move, however the lack of real pain now lent her mental strength. She experimentally extended her legs, wincing as her joints popped, a hurried glance at the demon showed him lumbering to the far side of the cave, eyes on the ground as he searched for where he had dropped the soulshard.

At first, she moved slowly, fearing any move might catch his attention. However as her eyes landed on a small, shimmering shard laying not far from where he currently searched, she sprang into action. She was unaware that she could move so fast, as she leaped from the table and sprinted the distance to the warded entrance She was nearly blinded with panic as the demon whipped around and roared angrily.

She was nearly reduced to her previous state of terror as she pounded her fists against the stone wall by the entrance, barely registering the the stinging pain as jagged rock bit deep, clear to bone. She pressed herself flat against the wall as she scraped her knuckles over the chalk desperately. A gust of wind her only warning as the Doomguard flew at her, nearly crushing her under its weight. Loose stone chips fell as the tip of its hooves struck the wall. It seemed stunned for a moment by the impact, as it stood frozen for a moment.

The force of the collision drove her head back into the wall, dazing her and causing her vision to fade slowly to black as she struggled to breath against its weight. Her hearing faded out last of all, as she dimly heard shouting, and the weight abruptly left her. She could not support her own weight as she slid down the wall to lay in a boneless heap. As her consciousness faded, she recognized the sounds of battle, and the voice of one of her teachers shouting over the cacophony.
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The Fall: A Tale of Ambition