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[leucinxandorath]

After a few days of searching, he finally found his daughter in Orgrimmar.

Of all places.

He wasted all that time looking for her, when she was here this whole time. Regardless, he requested her aid in crafting a new set of Warglaives. Using a combination of the Illidari forge masters and her engineering prowess, they created a weapon that combined both technology and tradition.

One that had purpose and meaning.

A pair of Warglaives intended to slice through the enemies of Azeroth no matter where they came from. And with his skills in gem cutting, he created an enchanted gem stone to act as its power source, giving its blue glow along the electrified blade.

He was excited to put it to use.

Soon after all that was done, he found himself within The Maw. But things have changed now. His time away was too long and now the landscape was filled with warfare. The Jailer made his move and assaulted Ardenweald, and soon after, the Covenants retaliated and invaded The Maw in full force.

Now, he needs to navigate his way through it if he wants to make it back into Torghast. But that would prove to be a problem in itself. The forces of The Maw have doubled in size as they reinforced their numbers to face off against the assault which would mean that Torghast itself would be reinforced within its walls. He would have to use the offensive as a distraction if he wants to delve deep into the tower without much trouble.

So for now, he decided to take part in the attack. Aid the Covenants in The Maw, aid in the breach of the tower with its combined forces, and then split off into the sections he was previously exploring. If he could, that is. Many of the other denizens of Azeroth where doing their own parts along side the Covenants, which let Leucin utilize his abilities as an Illidari: tracking down higher ranking troops behind enemy lines and killing them. Something he did while under the command of Asinn during the war against the Legion. She was more the assassin however, and he was more the assault type.

Hopefully he didn't forget everything she taught him.

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Mechagon.

A piled scrapheap of a junkyard, that ironically held a host of the most innovative technologies, Azeroth has ever seen.

Gnomes, Mechagnomes, Goblins, and more finding themselves in an escape from the world and everything else, where they can just innovate and create in their own time.

This is where Leucin would find his youngest daughter. Knowing her passion for engineering and inventions, it would be impossible to avoid this place and fall down a rabbit hole of knowledge for creation.

However of an escape this place was, it was not immune to the current situation the world was facing. The realm shattered and the connection into the Shadowlands was something that just could not be ignored. Many of the denizens in the area were scrambling with all attempts of inventions and devices and machinery that would be capable to withstand its function in the world of the afterlife. Theories being discussed, hypotheses' being debated and arguments over which tech would be better to work with: goblins or gnomes.

Leucin made his way through the town and came across a pair that he believed would help him find his daughter, or at least know enough to point him in the right direction. They were busy working on a mechanical mount with large tires and a booster engine in its rear. Many wires were attached and detached to many different components and a nearby board had blue prints of the vehicle with notes all over it. There was a note that read: "MUST ACHIEVE 80 MILES PER HOUR!!!" With a continuous circle marked around it.

Two mechagnomes were working on the vehicle while unaware of Leucin approaching them.

"QUICKLY M4R-T3E, ATTACH THE FLUX CAPACITOR!!"

One shouted. He had white hair that seemed to be permanently combed as if it was constantly being pulled on from stress and anxiety.

"Which one is that, D0K?" A younger mechagnome asked, wearing a red jacket.

"THAT BLUE CONTRAPTION BY YOUR FOOT, M4R-T3E!!" He shouted.

"Ok, ok; don't gotta yell!"

He began to attach the device to the vehicle and it finally roared to life. The engine kicked on and everything began to activate as the vehicle started, finally.

"Excuse me-" Leucin began, before he was interrupted.

"NO TIME TO CHAT, SIR! QUICKLY M4R-T3E, GET THE RAMP READY!" He ordered as he prepared his seat to drive the machine. The boy did as told and pulled a tarp, revealing a built ramp that seemed to be aimed in the direction of the shattered sky.

"What are you guys doing!" Leucin shouted over the loud engine at the pair.

"GREAT SK4UT! WE ARE GOING INTO THE SHADOWLANDS, SIR!!" He closed the door of his vehicle and put on his googles as he prepared his launch.

"The Ley-Lines are aligned for the trip, D0K!"

"FANTASTIC! WE HAVE TO REACH 80 MILES PER HOUR IN ORDER TO RIDE THE LEY-LINES, M4R-T3E! IF WE DON'T, WE'LL BE BLOWN TO BITS!! ARE YOU READY!!!?"

"No D0K, I'm not!! You're crazy!! The Ley-Lines aren't even roads!!"

D0K began to initiate all the launch sequences and the boosted engine erupted to create its burst of speed.

"WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT ROADS? WHERE WE'RE GOING, WE DON'T NEED ANY ROADS!"

With that, D0K finally launched the vehicle. Foot on the peddle as far as it can go, the vehicle sped down the revealed small road and ramp. As it climbed, D0K initiated its second booster and the magical components built into the machine. As it launched off the ramp, it reached the 80 mile marker and the entire vehicle warped from existence, disappearing and leaving behind a trail of fire from its speed.

Leucin and whoever else was nearby watched in amazement and disbelief. Did it work? Did it fail?

"What the hell just happened!" He shouted in shock.

"Well," this one goblin nearby began, "seeing their notes here, I think they just teleported into the Shadowlands. Or blew up."

Leucin shook his head and sighed, as his search for his daughter was obviously stalled by this, and went back to looking around for any clues to her whereabouts on the island.

"This place is wild."

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After obtaining his gear and arranging to meet with his daughter for the weapon, Leucin took a quick detour into the Fel Hammer, the Illidari stronghold off of Dalaran. He traveled there to empower some of his crafted gems with Fel magic to forge it into his new outfit. The tailor upon the Hammer made a few, quick, modifications to Leucin's specifications and made the attire more appealing to a Demon Hunter.

He infused his demonic magic into two blue gems, increasing the Versatility of his armor. They glowed faintly for a moment, but soon became encased within the gem, the magical essence swirling within the stone.

"Many of the Hunter's priorities have shifted since The Master jailed Sargeras, and the wasted "war" between the Alliance and the Horde." Leucin stated to one of the Illidari Commanders.

"Many of us are preoccupied with hunting the lingering demons, after the fall of the Legion. We're far too thin spread to be a reckoned force again." He continued, "Your request from earlier for Hunters to travel with you in this, /Maw/ is denied. We need what we have here; you will have to gather your own pack, Leucin."

They parted ways, with Leucin going into a chamber in order to change his gear. It was different from Illidari craft, no doubt, but it felt natural to him. Enough for him to believe that he will be effective against the Jailor's forces when he scales the tower. He resupplied his pack, stuffing it with a few items of import and a bed-roll snapped in place by a buckle from the pack.

He tied the lantern given to him by the Death Knights to the pack and then headed out to leave the Fel Hammer.

The Commander approached him.

"Whatever you choose as your path, ensure that it is something Lord Illidan would do."

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Oribos.

The center and core pillar of the realm where all souls go to be judged and placed in their afterlife.

So we believe.

There has been many rumors and talks about this place, in actuality, being one of many sources of afterlife; but we wouldn't know the truth until we finally faced that fate ourself.

But no matter, Leucin wasn't there for conspiracies or rumors, he was there for gear. Gear designed for the realm, and stronger and more capable to withstand the forces of Torghast.

He'd make his way towards the Hall of Shapes, where there would be a mix of patrons from Azeroth, and a mix of the denizens from the realms. Maldraxxi forgemasters working the forges, along with Kyrian stewards tinkering with different components and so on.

The perfect place.

He'd approach one of the shops, after shifting through some of the crowd, and settled at looking at some the armor sets. They were all similar in design, with each set having a different dye tone of color. One was white and black, another was blue and gold, and the one that caught his eye was a mix of dark green and brown with an elegant pattern.

It had a sturdy hooded face shield for protection, stealth, and an added look of aggression; with a couple added cuts tailored in for his horns, this set would be perfect.

A steward oversaw the booth and saw Leucin looking at the armor.

"Yoo-hoo! Looking to buy?"

"Of course. This set. Measured and tailored to my frame, of course, and I'll add extra for getting it done sooner. Tell me, how sturdy is the material?"

"It can withstand a good few strong cuts before it's penetrated through. The hooded mask is a special feature." The steward said, grabbing the hood to show as he explained, "It is Kyrian technology, powered by anima. The eye sockets will glow, giving a scanned overlay of your area. It's not much, but it helps give defined outlines in your surroundings."

"Intriguing." Leucin stated. Especially if he pairs it with his spectral sight, it could enhance his vision even more, allowing him a better and more defined picture of what he sees already through his fel sight.

"Is it only powered by anima? Can I provide another source of power, like a gem that can conduct power?"

"Maybe? We can see what we can alter to meet the specifications, yes?" It replied.

"Let's see what we can do." Leucin suggested, indicating that he'd help.

The next thing afterwards would be a new set of Warglaives. But he believed he already had an answer as to where he would get a new set of weaponry: his daughter.

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Frustrated, Leucin pressed Ven'ari for answers. She would continue to give him the run around on a few questions, or just be vague in her response. These Brokers were more annoying than the Ethereals...

At least they were blunt when it came to business.

"Enough games Broker; you continue to play with your words to any and all who come across you. Give me the answer that I seek: do you have the equipment to better penetrate their armor or not?"

"No." She finally said, "But if you wish to obtain better equipment, then why not take their armor and weapons?" She questioned, referring to the defeated maw soldiers.

"No doubt their own equipment would suffice, especially if used by a skilled hero as yourself." Her tone was lightly sarcastic at best, mockingly at most.

Leucin snarled. She was correct about using their own gear and weapons to fight against them, after all, what difference was there when the Illidari did the very same against the Legion? But this was different, in a way, since the armor wouldn't fit his body due to their hulking size; and their weapons could suffice for the time being, but could they be repaired upon Oribos?

"Perhaps the crafters upon Oribos could whip up something that would help you scale that tower. But do try and not get yourself killed in there. Many of you mortals have been traveling to and from that place, but many more of you have not come back. And that's bad business; especially when I've made deals with them."

Before Leucin could reply, she waved him away as others began to show up in her refuge, "Go on now, mortal. And remember, anything of interest you find, bring it to me."

Leucin didn't respond, he instead began to make his way towards the relic portal to Oribos until he was stopped by a Death Knight of the Ebon Blade.

"Demon Hunter, have you yet to scale the tower?" He'd ask.

Leucin looked at him for a moment. An elf, that was for sure, but he looked like he had scene a horror that he has never endured before. Perhaps the Ebon Blade lingering here for too long is beginning to take a toll on them?

"I will soon; right after I prepare my equipment on Oribos. Why?"

He quickly looked around, ensuring no attack would come upon them. The Maw is chaotic and random, assaults from assassins or the kyrian mawsworn was a common occurrence.

"Many of our Knights have been taken prisoner by those within the Tower. We assume that they have already been executed and their souls torn out to be used for whatever they are doing within its halls. But in the chance that they are still alive..."

He handed him a lantern, except it was no usual lantern. Instead of a flame, it had a blue crystal as its source of light.

"...This Latern was crafted quickly by one of our forge crafters who is among us. The crystal is empowered to light your path, but more specifically, track down and provide a path to follow in order to find our Knights. It will isolate their aura, like a hound tracking a scent. If you could help us out, it would be greatly appreciated."

Leucin took the latern and inspected it closely, with his spectral sight highlighting the blue crystal and its magical properties that it contained. He looked at the Knight afterwards and nodded.

"I'll see to it, as best that I can."

The Knight nodded and then watched Leucin disappear as he activated the relic to portal back to Oribos.

"Good luck."

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"After the mortal!"

The soldiers of The Maw would shout as they gave chase against Leucin. He'd use his demonic abilities to swiftly maneuver through the chaotic and twisted landscape, leaping over large rock formations in order to evade capture. He'd jump onto one of the structured platforms, where two of them were standing guard.

/Sweep/, /Sching/ !

His warglaives would make quick work of them, but their otherworldly armor would prove to reduce the durability of his weapon quickly. After he moved passed them and found a small spot of refuge, he pulled a enchanted sharpening stone from his pack and quickly worked the blades edge on both warglaives.

Looming overhead, as he scanned the land, was the massive spire that is Torghast. He had a feeling that that was where he would find his longtime friend and somewhat recent lover. That her soul was there enduring whatever torment that was given to her by the denizens of that tower of hell.

He needed to make his way back to Ven'ari's Refuge quickly, as the forces of the Jailer were beginning to draw close onto him. It would be only a matter of time before the once Kyrian, and now Mawsorn, would begin to try and capture him.

So again, he moved. Quickly and with a bit of stealth taught to him by his ex-wife, Asinn. She was the more stealth and assassin type of the two, while he was more the shock trooper. When paired together, they proved to be a deadly combination.

He would dispatch a few more of the Maw troops, along the way until he finally made it back into the Refuge unfollowed.

Ven'ari would be busy sorting through her various "collections" she has been gathering and retrieving from all the other "Maw Walkers" that have delved into this landscape.

She would spot him:

"Ah, my new partner..."

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Barren.

A Wasteland of death.

Hell.

The Maw tears at the soul of any within. An unbearable torture that never ends no matter how often the pleas and cries to stop echo throughout the land.

Within it, was Leucin. Scouring the land for something. Or someone. Weeks long after the events of the death of his lover were empty and just things to fill the time. Perfecting his jewel crafting skills and whatever else.

Until the sky shattered.

Now, he ventures into The Maw, whenever he can, and looks for clues as to her whereabouts her soul could be. The time spent in the Shadowlands already has learned that many of the souls have been wrongfully placed into The Maw and within Torghast. With all the other mortals already involved in the realm, he figured now was a good time to go searching for her.

After all, ensuring that she in the proper afterlife is the least he could do.

Was it for his conscience?

Or was it for her?

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"Look out!"

The blade from a gigantic sword had swung down and crashed onto the earth, missing it's target as the Hunters quickly dashed away.

Their foe was as they suspected: a Pit Lord. The assault on the Citadel itself was a hard fought battle, with many casualties, but this Pit Lord was a living fortress. Massive and thick demonic armor throughout its body, powerful with its abilities to cast spells, and a controlled rage made this demon a formidable foe against the Illidari.

It often growled and roared, "Give him back!" With each attack,the Demon Hunters were constantly dodging and making attempts to take it down. The battle was a perpetual stalemate with no side finding an advantage over the other. That is, until Asinn discovered a new method of approached. It unintentionally caught her attention but it was, no doubt, the best option in this fight. She scanned around for something specific until she finally got it.

"Leucin, keep holding him off!" She ordered.

Leucin and the others continued their attack, keeping the demon's focus on them, while Asinn worked on her plan.

"Give him back!" It roared again.

He swiped at the Pit Lord's body with his warglaives, but its armor continued to hold its form. He was beginning to wonder what this woman was doing, when suddenly, cannon fire ripped into the air.

It was Asinn.

She had made her way up the citadel wall, onto the controlls of a felcannon, and aimed it at a colossal spire that overlooked their battleground. She continued to fire at the spire until the structure began to crumble and collapse, falling towards the direction of the fight. It fell with its top end pointed towards the group and the Hunters immediately realized what her plan was.

"Push him back!!" Leucin yelled.

They continued to hack and slash at the demon, forcing it to step backwards, until finally its body was pierced by the giant spire and the rest of the structure falling on top of it. When the dust settled, a pile of rubble buried the Pit Lord, thus signaling their victory over the incursion.

"Who was he referring to?" Leucin asked Asinn as she landed from her glide to them.

"Az'vuizora." She stated. The demon she slayed. The demon who's heart she ate.

The world itself was already corrupted, so it was decided by the leaders that it would serve as an outpost for the Illidari. This would allow Asinn and Leucin to return to the ship, and eventually, Azeroth.

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Returning to their world, with the time passed while away, would equal to two weeks having gone by. Asinn went off on her own, as she always does, soon after they passed through the city gates of Silvermoon; and Leucin would make his way back towards Alis'synthara's estate to visit her again. She was mixed within the crowd, mingling with others, when they would catch each other's gaze finally. It seemed like everyone around just faded away as all he could see was her as he came closer. She had a smile upon her face, one that would only be reserved for lovers, as was she eager to embrace him.

As they came closer, something changed. Her face morphed into an expression of shock, with a gasp that only he could hear, as she grew closer to embrace him. Instead, she more collapsed into his arms and her legs buckled as he caught her. Setting her down, he could feel the rush of warm liquid through his fingers: her blood. She coughed. Blood escaped her mouth. Someone in the crowd had stabbed her and by now screams of shock and claims of accusations began to cry out. Her guards were both shoving people away and searching for the culprit at the same time.

She couldn't mutter a word, there was too much damage done. She placed a hand on his cheek, looking at him one more time with teary eyes and a smile, before her head slumped into his chest, embracing him as she passed away.

Leucin was silent as he held her. It seemed like everything was silent.

"Murderer! It was the Demon Hunter!" Accusers began to yell within the crowd.

It began to sway the others mindset as they too joined in with the accusations.

"They are nothing but demons! Monsters!"

As the cries began to become violent, they immediately quieted down as a section of the crowd parted, intimidated and scared by the presence of Hunters arriving to the scene. They motioned for Leucin to join them.

"This woman was killed by no Illidari; and if you wish to challenge that, step forward now."

The crowd remained silent. That was their answer. Lady Alis'synthara's guards came to retrieve her body and soon departed. The Hunters led Leucin to an alleyway while a few remained behind to disperse the crowd and speak with the city guards. Asinn was waiting for him. She was leaned up against the wall with her arms crossed and silent for a moment.

"So long as we live, they will never trust us. They will never fully accept us. Remember that."

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Two weeks have gone by since Leucin slayed the demon, its warlock puppet, and now, he finds himself at the door-front of Lady Alis'synthara's home in Silvermoon having a casual conversation with her. They spoke about small things, or about political affairs she was dealing with within the Magistrate. A rival of hers was challenging a majority of her proposals because their money was involved with it. Leucin didn't really care about it, he was just there for her company. She wore a red dress with gold lining and a Sin'dorei pendant that rested just above her sternum. He was more imagining her without the outfit; her slender figure, her white silk hair, and her round eyes, when all of a sudden something would catch their attention.

Demon Hunters. Six of them.

Lady Alis'synthara's guards readied themselves, anticipating some kind of issue, until she waved them off.

"Nonesense, I suspect they are here for him." She said gesturing to Leucin.

"Playing with your pet, Leucin? Perhaps your time would be better utilized with us, instead." The red haired huntress stated.

It was Asinn. Dressed in Illidari armor, it could only mean one thing: battle.

"Ah, Asinn; nice to see you," he said, with Alis'synthara's ears perking as she recognized her name, "where are we utilizing this time?"

"That is for us to discuss elsewhere. Let's go, now." She ordered, with the other hunters already passing through a summoned Illidari gate.

Leucin looked to Alis'synthara but she stopped him before he spoke, "I know who she is. Go, and come back to me."

He nodded and walked off, passing through the gate. Asinn stared at the woman, a piercing gaze felt through her blindfold, for only a moment before she finally passed through the gate herself, closing it right after.

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Back upon the Fel Hammer, in near orbit of Azeroth, Asinn had Leucin and the others gathered around the map displayed for them. Using the Key Stone, she displayed a world completely consumed by a demonic insurrection, similar to Argus.

"All life of this world has been completely wiped out. It is believed that this is a vast majority of what remains of the Legion; but not all of them. Regardless, it seems that they were able to regroup what they could and infest themselves on this world to settle upon." She looked at all of them, allowing the information to set in, "We are the final strike. With the help of the Naga, the broken, and the Shivarra, we have been assaulting this world for weeks, wiping out their numbers. A citadel acts as the final stronghold for their forces; we will destroy it and all in it."

"Who leads them, sister?" One of the Kaldorei Elves asked.

"The Broken claim that it is a Pit Lord. But it hasn't been verified due to lack of intel. This demon was only witnessed once, so the only way we will know is when we infiltrate it."

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"Only a demon deals in absolutes!" Leucin yelled as he dodged a shadow bolt.

The Warlock was casting his demonic spells against him and would yell out in anger as Leucin continued to dodge them with ease and incredible speed. He'd slice through the demons summoned by his enemy, splitting them in halves or lacerating their torsos or necks. Felguards, imps, and wraithguards would fall one by one, as Leucin grew closer to the Warlock. Just when he was about to be in striking range, the warlock jumped through his teleportation gate and was flung across to the other side.

Leucin, annoyed by this, gave an audible grunt of anger; maybe even a curse word.

He quickly turned around and immediately leaped towards his enemy. As he did, his body began to transform into a hulking brute of himself. More demonic than his usual self, more aggressive, more horns and teeth, elongated talons and claws and his tattoos, brighter than ever.

He landed atop his opponent with such force that the ground cracked and crumbled, causing the warlock to stumble back. Leucin had him now, his sights set for the kill. He swung his glaives across with such speed, the warlock barely had any time to react, or realize, that his torso had just been sliced open!

Leucin then grabbed him by the neck and after sheathing his weapon, he forced his other hand into the wound, within the chest cavity, and ripped out the warlock's heart, pumping its last beats and pouring blood all over.

"This is how you truly control a demon; you rip out its heart and eat it!" He'd say in the most deep, menacing, and guttural tone; and with a snarl that flashed all of his sharpened teeth.

He'd let go of the man, the body just collapsing onto the ground, and turned towards his master: an Inquisitor demon. His metamorphosis no longer could maintain control, so he transformed back into his normal hunter self. Before he could make his next move, he was immediately hit with a beam of energy from the Inquisitor that forced him to his knees in pain.

"Your soul is mine!" The demon shouted and laughed.

Leucin struggled, his body searing with pain, to the point that the demon bound to him was yelling at him to do something. It was right, he had to do something fast, he could feel himself being drained and if he didn't make a move now, it would be over.

Mustering all the strength that he could, Leucin leaped up and unleashed every ounce of it through his eye beam ability. A stream of fel energy fiercely shooting out of his eyes that it overpowered the Inquisitor's soul drain and broke through it, and through him, incinerating the demon into nothing but dust. The ground past him showed the damaged of the ability as the demon was no more. No remnants of a body, no sign of existence; just carved earth.

Leucin breathed heavily as he regained himself, looking himself over for any wounds that may need treatment. Feeling satisfied that the job was done, he decided to return to Alis'synthara to give her the news.

After a few hours of traveling back to Silvermoon and finally to her home, he was greeted with an audible gasp from her lips.

"Leucin... Your hair! It is as white as snow; what happened?"

He grabbed a few strands of his hair and inspected it thoroughly. Silky white strands ran through his fingers, as he realized that some years of his life may have been siphoned from him by the Inquisitor demon. He sighed, of course that would happen.

"It was an inquisitor demon, and a warlock servant, that was killing your people. But it will happen no more."

She sighed in relief and smiled, "As always, you prove to be more valuable by the day."

She ran a hand across his cheek, looking up at him with pleasing eyes, and led him upstairs to her chambers.

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Ghostlands...

Although it had shown signs of healing, the landscape was still scarred from the destruction caused by the Scourge. Trees were still twisted and rotted, bones of dead creatures littered the area, andthe dirt dry with drought. It was still heavily concentrated within and around the carved pathway, known to many as "The Scar," as it was where Arthas marched his army of the Scourge to Quel'thalas.

So many died that day.

The surrounding area had some sort of life to it still, so a positive sign. Maybe if the Argent Crusade and the Cenarion Circle were invited to the region, they would be able to apply what they learned when healing the Plaguelands? A question for another time. Now, he must remain focus on his current mission. Snuffing out the lair of whoever drained the souls of those people.

No doubt it was of demonic influence. A Warlock had to be the obvious suspect as they've never really seemed to be able to withstand the temptations of demonic magic.

They wouldn't make it as an Illidari, that's for sure.

His investigation led him deep into the territory, deep into a village in ruin, and to a destroyed spire that strangely had an essence of magic. Fel magic. Using his spectral sight, he could see the trail of the magic flowing through the air and towards the spire grounds. Like a trail of bread crumbs leading him to his goal. He held one glaive at the ready as he stalked the grounds.

An ominous silence surrounded him, one of unnatural quality. It put him on edge because he also felt that he was being watched. He steadied himself, focusing his gaze for the source. His sight continued to reveal the trail of fel essence, with structures darkened and highlighted, and would also reveal anything else that was... hiding.

"Ack!" The imp croaked as Leucin snapped his hand out, squeezing its neck as he captured it.

"Little demon. You will tell me what your presence is here for." He said as he squeezed its throat harder. The imp squirmed and kicked its legs as it struggled to break free but it was futile. He'd only loosen his grip just enough to let the creature speak.

"N- none of your business! - ACK!"

He squeezed harder again, "You without a master makes it my business. Now tell what your business is here and I'll let you go."

Again, the imp flailed, "Ok! Ok! I'll t-ack-take you there!"

"Good; point the way."

He'd continued to hold on to the imp by the neck and use him as a compass as it pointed the way...

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Somewhere in an undisclosed location, a man adorned in demonic clothing would complete casting a spell, draining the souls of an elven man and woman and transferred them into fel crystals. The emerald glow resonating around him and the now decayed bodies that lay before him. He snickered at his success and placed the crystals onto a small platform that were chained to what looked like a standing throne carved out of stone.

"For you, master." He'd say as he bowed his head.

A clawed, mottled, grey hand would reach out to draw the energies from one of the crystals, absorbing it into their body. A sigh of relief was given.

"Good, servant." It said. "Now we must continue to work on the portal."

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Meanwhile, Leucin found himself in a party outside of Fairbreeze Village. A celebration of some sort thrown together by Alis'synthara. He forgets what it was about, but it didn't really matter, he had the demeanor of not wanting to really be there anyway.

"You look tense." She'd say to him while placing a hand on his bare chest. He was wearing his Illidari garb, the long skirt of dark fabric with green Illidari runes stitched into it. He wore it as his "casual" outfit.

"You are back home, with your people-"

"Your people." He interjected.

"...With people, on safe lands. It's ok to relax, Captain."

She'd still referred to him as Captain, but it's become more of a nickname than an actual title. She let go of him and placed her hand on her glass of wine, now holding it with both hands, took a sip and then offered it to him. It was held slightly above her head, as he practically towered over her, and remained there until he finally took the glass from her. Although blindfolded, she could feel his gaze piercing through her, as he took a gulp of the wine and returned the glass back to her. She had cut her hair short, which turned out really well for her, making her very appealing to Leucin. They have been seeing each other more often now and many of her friends have been questioning her to see if they were in some sort of courtship. She'd let their imaginations answer for them.

She turned around, standing beside him now, and observed her guests as they enjoyed themselves with the party. The food, the music, and the entertainment, all going on as if so much strife had never happened in the world. No war, or chaos of any sort, just them living the moment. It was quite nice. And very fortunate that the warfront never came.

For those who chose to believe it.

"Do you believe we will see a day where both sides would be able to live with each other; without always getting into some kind of conflict?" She'd ask him.

"There have been plenty of times for that chance. Both sides just have poor leadership." He said bluntly.

Shortly after, before she could respond, a few of her guards would arrive catching her attention. She sighed as she motioned for them to speak away from her party and assured her guests that all was well, and to continue their festivities, while she was away for just a moment. Leucin followed along, mostly because he just wanted to, and to figure out what the issue was.

"Yes M'lady, it is the third one this week; they were found in the usual spot, at the rivers end, before it flowed into the ocean." The guard would finish saying just as Leucin approached.

"What is the problem?" He asked.

Alis'synthara turned to him and took a breath, composing herself from revealing a worried expression.

"There is... a problem." She muttered.

"Obviously."

"Someone, or something, is abducting the townsfolk and slaughtering them; specifically draining their souls. The markings on their bodies at least indicate that much."

Leucin gave a low, slow, grumble of thought on what his next move was.

"Take me to where they were found."

[leucinxandorath]

Weeks have gone by.

Weeks of fighting in the Brawler's Arena, weeks of spending nights with Alis'synthara, weeks of doing jobs for coin, and weeks of whatever else filled his time.

He was in the Fel Hammer now. Crafting gems for the Illidari that were capable of empowering, and withstanding, their demonic magics in their attacks. After carving the shapes needed and placing them within the sockets forged onto warglaives, the blade pulsed with its energy giving the sign that the gem synched to the weapon, and that it was ready for use.

"Another blade ready, brother?" One of the hunters asked.

"Aye. Another blade ready."

"Your crafting skills have increased throughout our time here."

"The mortals are easily drawn to it; makes for good coin."

"Ah, I bet it does."

The hunter took the finished blades and went to place them within the armory. Leucin spent a few days crafting these gems for the Illidari but now it was time to return to Silvermoon to gather some personal supplies.

But first, a specific stop.

Soon after traveling into Eversong forest, Leucin would be perched atop a tree overlooking an elf woman training her skillset. Displaying the abilities of a Paladin, she had certainly grew stronger with her spell power and handling of her blade. The practice dummies either being smashed or split apart from whichever attack she went with.

Her demeanor changed however, as if she was aware that she was no longer alone. She looked up to the trees, where Leucin would be spying on her, but there was nothing. She glanced around the area for a moment, before returning back to her training.

Leucin, who had settled onto a new spot, continued to watch her but with a little more caution this time. He was pleased to know that she was doing so well and maybe, perhaps one day, he will make himself known. One day.

The woman began to swing her blade against her target. After a few hits, she swung her blade across while casting a Hammer of Judgment spell, but purposefully missed and continued to swing her spell around to where it was directed towards him!

The yellow glow of the hammer trailed as it flew across and slammed into his location, splintering and shattering the tree into many pieces, and forcing him to leap backwards and out of harm's way. He landed on the grass a few feet away, now standing fully exposed to her from his secret visit.

She stood firm, feet planted, and blade ready. Her golden ponytail flowed softly from her presented aura and her armor shined from the sunlight. Her eyes, glaring at him with disdain at his presence and her lips pouted with anger as if she was trying to hold back paragraphs of practiced words against him.

A long pause occurred between the two.

"You-

"No! You do not get to talk to me!" She interrupted, "Along with my respect for you, you should be dead. Even then you'd still have some sense of honor."

"I did what I had to-

"What you did, you did for yourself, father." She interrupted him again, gritting her teeth on the last word.

This time, she didn't let him get a chance to talk and immediately charged him. With a spell that summoned a magical steed for her to ride on, she quickly closed the gap between them, forcing Leucin to dodge her again. She jumped off her steed, the spell disappearing, and swung her blade against him. He rolled to the side, drawing his glaives and quickly held them upwards to block a downward strike she performed soon after.

He swiped the blade away and rolled to the side again to regain himself, now standing.

"Enough!" He shouted as his wings erupted a pulse of fel energies as they spread opened wide. The force of the pulse causing her to be knocked down backwards and raising her forearm to shield herself. As everything settled, he stood before her, looking down to her, with his wings still spread and his fel aura glowing. His tattoos bright, the green glow from his eyes revealing themselves through his blindfold, his horns darkened, and his demonic mottled skin, mixed with his own, more prominent than ever.

She lowered her arm to see him more clearly, glaring at him.

"Look at you." She said as she began to stand up. Leucin didn't stay to hear the rest, instead, he leaped upwards into the trees again and began to make his leave from her.

"You monster!" She shouted as far and wide as she could, while he made his escape.

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After being far from her, and closer to the Silvermoon gates, a familiar voice filled his head.

"Not even your daughter accepts you. After you sacrificed so much; you should just give in to the power, let it take control over you. Let -me- take control over you."

"You will never have control, Xandorath. No matter what I go through."

[leucinxandorath]

The echoes of a world corrupted by demonic magic sang to a tune of battle, consisting of crossed blades and of flesh torn apart, by the invading Illidari. Fel blood, spilt from fallen demons, Eredar, and other-worldly creatures that were twisted by demonic magic, ran through the cracks in the drought of the land, as the Hunters pressed forward like a wave from a flash flood.

Leucin was there, fighting with ferocity and speed, slashing through his enemies and just as he erupted in a shout to initiate his fel-beam ability, he awoke suddenly in a room of Silvermoon decor. He breathed heavily as he focused on his surroundings. Realizing he was in a bed, he noticed Alis'synthara sleeping to his right, uninterrupted by his sudden movement.

It was a dream.

He got up from the bed, ensuring she didn't wake, gathered his things and soon left. He made his way to the main gate of the city, bypassing the civilians, the guards, and the adventurers, he entered the tavern near the gate for a drink.

Frog venom.

A tough drink, favored by the orcs, with spices to burn as it traveled down your gullet. From his time in Orgrimmar, he grew to like the damn thing. After a few rounds, and about a couple of hours or so, he wondered what to do next.

Things were getting... boring.

He'd strike a conversation or two with random bar patrons every now and then, but they would all eventually come and go and be in no particular interest to him. He sighed. After a few more moments, a small group of what looked like adventurers entered the tavern and approached him.

"Ah, Hunter!" An elf said to him, as if they knew each other for a long time.

Leucin looked at him, "What."

"My group and I," he gestured to them, "we're heading to Nazmir to kill off a few pockets of those nasty Blood Trolls still roaming the area. Your skills would be a great asset as our fifth man. Would you like to join us? We'll split the coin with you."

He finished with placing a hand on Leucin's shoulder.

"Get your hand off me." He stated as he finished his drink. He looked at the group, which consisted of a female orc, a male goblin, another elf and the one who asked him. The orc wore plate armor and carried an axe strapped over her shoulder, as well as having war paint. The goblin wore dark leather, with a dagger and a clawed fist weapon; while the two elves appeared to be casters of some sort, with their robes and staves. The elf let go of him, giving a hesitant apology.

"Nazmir, huh?" He questioned, "Fine. I got nothing better to do."

After reaching the zone, they travelled through the boggy swamp, and through ancient ruins, in search of Blood trolls in the area. Most of them have been routed, in thanks to the efforts of the Horde working alongside the Zandalari, but a few pockets of the fanatics still linger about and pose a threat as serious as they once were in full force. Now, adventurers and war parties roam around patrolling the area, to prevent a resurgence of the tribe, as well as collect bounties for killing a few and bringing proof.

That's what the group he tagged along with was there for. Kill a few Blood trolls for coin. He didn't really need the coin, as he still had that freshly earned two hundred thousand gold reward from his last job, but he figured it could be used as spending money at least.

"Hunter," the orc said as they moved through the swamp, "I've fought alongside a few, during the war against the Legion. You better be as good as they are with your... mind."

Leucin peered at her, "Dealt with the ones who've succumbed to their demons, have we?"

She nodded, "I've had to cut down a few. And I will do the same to you, if you do."

"Well, if it comes to that, I'd appreciate it."

After a while of being in the swamp, they came across a few of their quarry, cutting them down easily, and the goblin taking their ears as proof of their task. One elf was a mage, casting off spells of fire at the trolls and incinerating them on the spot. The other was a priest, ensuring that the group remained in good health throughout their mission. The goblin, a rogue, killing off scouts so that their presence remained as quiet as can be. The orc, a warrior, ensuring that each sweep of her axe cut down her enemy instantly; and then there was Leucin, sweeping through their bodies with his warglaives and intercepting any who try to run.

And effective party, and the task was going well, with each person doing their part.

"Well, I'd say we killed quite a few of them, eh?" The goblin cheerfully said.

"Agreed, let us turn these ears in for our payment."

Just as the mage was conjuring a portal, he stopped suddenly, facing away from the group. He stood there for a moment, causing confusion amongst the group.

"Delar'tal?" The priest asked, uncertainty in his voice.

The mage suddenly fell backwards, landing with a hard thud on the muddy ground, arrows in his chest.

The priest gasped, "Ambush!" He yelled to the group.

Just as he finished saying that, another arrow landed its mark: through his right temple and out of his eye. Blood splattering out. His body dropped as well. Both the elves were dead and arrows continued to fly towards them. They needed to move out of there fast.

The goblin, ever so quick on his feet, tossed a pellet to the ground and vanished out of sight in a plum of smoke, leaving the other two behind.

Of course.

The orc decided to grab the priest's body, lifting him up as a shield, so that she can move to a nearby tree. Arrows piercing its body still. Leucin following close by. The tree was large enough for the both of them to hide behind, so she dumped the body, letting it float away in the muddy water.

"I am going to kill that goblin." She growled.

Leucin focused his spectral sight to get a better glimpse of their enemy.

"There's four of them, behind that giant fallen log. We can take them."

"You go above, and I will charge." She said.

He nodded. He waited for the majority of them to work on knocking their arrows, as it have him the opening he needed. He charged them and leaped upwards. While in the air, he leaped a second time, this time his wings manifesting into form so that he can glide towards them with speed.

Meanwhile, the orc female roared as she charged the fallen log where the trolls were at such speed and strength that she bursted through the wood causing it split in half.

It was a sight for sure.

The trolls were flown back, split in between in pairs of two and tried to regain themselves quickly. She would sweep her axe across one, landing it directly on the side of their head. Its body contorted from the motion. The second, got a boot to his chest, so that he'd stay on his back, allowing her to chop her axe downward onto his sternum, cracking the bone and splitting through him.

She roared in victory.

Leucin swooped down, like a falcon diving to its prey, and twisted his body around so that his Glaives were spun in a circle slicing through the last two with ease and then dashed through them quickly, severing their body into different pieces.

Afterwards, when things settled, he scanned the landscape for a moment. Spotting the goblin while in stealth, he tossed his glaive towards him, the weapon landing its mark making the goblin shriek and drop to the ground.

Dead.

Both Leucin and the orc approached his body and she would pick up the troll ears and nod to him.

"You fought well, Hunter. Too bad the rest of the crew was too weak to survive. Let's go turn these in."

Leucin smirked, "Call me Leucin. That's my name."

"Malgraka."

They both then proceeded to head to the road that would lead them out of Nazmir.

[leucinxandorath]

It was late afternoon; just a couple hours from nightfall.

After Asinn departed, Leucin spent the rest of the day planning his next move. He calculated how he would do it. Tapping into his Nathrazim powers, from his dreadlord binding, he would transform himself as a human and just... walk in. A bold move, sure, but there was no other way he yet saw fit to get into the alliance quarter.

To help with this disguise, he would wear a hooded cloak. This was no easy task, however. Tapping into such dark power was incredibly dangerous as it could give the opportunity of his bind to seize control over his physical form. And that could mean death, as he would be cut down on the spot. He only needed to get through the guards.

Was it worth it, though? To tap deep into his demonic power just to bypass a few guards? It sounded more like an unnecessary risk, the more he thought out it. Unleashing this power in combat, in the most extreme cases, was always a viable option and practiced through training and meditation; not for something like this. Another option had to be chosen.

Catching his eye, were two Kal'dorei Demon hunters near the enchantment shop looking over some scrolls for purchase. Perhaps they could help?

Wearing the hooded cloak, he made his way to them, "Evening brother, sister." He said. They turned to him, looking at him with a questionable gaze. They both wore Illidari armor, which gave Leucin the hope that they were still neutral amongst the factions. The male only nodded to him.

"What do you want, brother?" The female Illidari asked with a pause before saying the word brother.

"I come to you as Illidari," he replied showing the Illidari sigil in his hand, "I hope this squabble of a war has not tainted our relationships, from a once common cause?"

They stared at the sigil. A badge of loyalty, still carried by those who choose to remain with the identity as being only of the Illidari. They looked to him now.

"Many have chosen their sides," the male bitterly said, "and many more forget their origin. I cannot speak for my sister, but I will help you."

"This one time," she included, "then we go about our own business."

Leucin nodded and explained the situation to them. He gave details about the defector and why he was there, along with his new plan to say that he was actually a demon in disguise, but needed to get passed the guards in order to do so.

"So you've resorted to being a blade for hire?" The male asked, "Seems petty, for work."

"Let's just say, I'm doing a favor for an old friend. And that is it." He replied.

"Fine, let's go."

They led him to the entry of the Alliance quarter. Two guards were monitoring the entry, randomly selecting people for questioning as to why they are entering the quarter. Spotting the Hunters, they crossed their spears.

"Demon Hunters. State your business."

"Our business is our own," growled the woman, "and our business pertains to that of the Illidari."

"Your kind always bring trouble when things are calm," the other guard glared, "and there is never a day where nothing happens, with you people."

The male stepped to the guard, staring down at him with such intensity, it could be mistaken for pure rage, "Then we'll go and you can explain why you let a demon slip through your post and have access to the city portals."

The guard looked at him, then to his partner, then back at him. He had a sense of fear in his eyes and intimidation from the Hunter bearing over him and he certainly didn't want to be blamed for stopping them from going after a demon. After a moment, he uncrossed his spear from the other, in which the other guard did the same, and cleared his throat.

"...You may pass." He said hesitantly.

All three moved through the corridor, Leucin, ensuring his hood didnt expose him, and entered the square of the quarter.

"Now, where are they?"

"The second floor."

They moved to and up the stairwell to the second floor. They then approached the only door with guards and stood before them as if they were ready to break through. Using his spectral sight, Leucin peered through the door to see two elves: a male and female, a man, and two guards sitting at a table having a conversation. He could only see the back of the male's head with his brown hair, but the girl was recognizable. Nearly identical to Alis'synthara, but with freckles splashed across her face. This has to be it.

"They're inside." He muttered.

"Let us in at once," the female hunter said to the guards, "you are harboring a demon."

"No way, Hunter." The guard said, "The Legion war is already over, you can't just push and shove your way around anymore; I highly doubt there's a demon in there."

He mocked at the word "demon."

She growled in annoyance and just decided to slam the man against the wall, with her partner immediately doing the same to the second. Leucin removed his cloak and kicked in the door, shattering the wood as the hinges were meant for the opposite way. Barging into the room of shocked faces, the three proceeded to beat down the guards and the man talking to the elves to where they finally succumbed to it and they secured the room.

"What is this!" The elf yelled holding the girl tight, "How dare you come in here and-"

He was immediately punched in the throat by Leucin.

"Shutup," he said looking at him, "hmph, you do look like an asshole."

He fell to his knees, gasping for air. The woman frantically went to his side to see if he was ok and yelled at Leucin and the others as to why they were doing this.

"Hurry up," the hunters said, "only a matter of time before more show up."

He stuffed the girl's mouth with a cloth rag and then placed a sack over her head, blinding her. The male elf soon stood. Trying to regain himself, and before he could speak, Leucin grabbed him by the hair and with a sweep his glaive severed his head off clean. It was placed in a separate sack. He nodded to the others.

"Thanks for the help." He said as he grabbed the girl, who gave a muffled resistance.

"Our aid is done. Now get out of here, we'll deal with the clean up."

He would escape with the girl and the severed head. Through a window, and leaped up to the rooftops, so that he can easily maneuver back to the Horde side portal room to go through the Silvermoon portal.

Once he was back in the city, and back inside Alis'synthara's home, he passed off both her daughter and the defector's head to her guards who she directed to conduct the retrieval.

"She'll be fine; she'll get over him soon. As promised," she said gesturing to a wooden box filled with gold, "two hundred thousand gold. Thank you for doing this; you've done a great service to the city of Silvermoon. To the Sin'dorei."

She went to reach for his cheek, but was snatched by his clawed hand as he looked at her intensely.

"Do not forget the other part of your... reward."

She gave a soft snicker, "But of course."

And soon led him upstairs.

[leucinxandorath]

Portals.

This city and its portals.

Dalaran. A city of magic, the city of the Kirin Tor; a neutral city. Sanctuary for some, exploitation for others. The arcane wards, magisters, and guards that patrolled the city often chatted with the townsfolk, or were roaming leisurely through their routes. After all, the city floated in the sky.

Leucin sat on a chair in a balcony that overlooked the Alliance quarter to see if this defector would present himself. It would've been a few days now since he left, so negotiations would've been well underway, under neutral party supervision. All manner of townsfolk crowding the streets made it somewhat of a challenge to spot the pair, if they were even outside of the quarter.

He sighed. The description given to him about the man didn't really give that much detail. Alis'synthara's daughter, Aylah'thara, looked just like her mother but with freckles splashed across her face. As for the defector, the only thing she said about him was that he had long brown hair and that he looked like an asshole.

Very descriptive.

Minutes seemed like hours, hours felt like an eternity, and every single person he set his gaze upon that gave a slight chance on who he was looking for, had something different that didn't make the connection he needed. This was getting too wasteful of his time and he was even beginning to wonder why he agreed to help Alis'synthara in the first place.

Perhaps it was because it reminded him of a time that was more simpler, or another life that no longer existed. Or maybe because she was super hot and wanted to know how warm she really felt. Or the gold. It was more likely that reason...

"I have been watching you for an hour now." A voice said above him.

An all too familiar voice. He looked up to see her sitting on the rooftop above the balcony, looking down at him. Like her voice, a face of beauty that he would never forget, no matter the distance in time there would be between them. Although blindfolded, her gaze easily pierced through him; as it always had. Her hair, crimson and braided over her shoulder, had a few stray strands flowing from a light breeze, with her horns defying the wind like mountains.

She wore a black leather top, which really only covered her breasts, revealing her toned body, with Illidari tattoos tracing a majority of her torso giving her a unique design. She had a long skirt, crafted in the design of her people, as well as, reinforced bracers. Her warglaives were sheathed to her hips as they were only the pommels and grips of the weapon itself. The blades were not crafted into this weapon, for these warglaives were only given to the most highly skilled of hunters, as the blades themselves were of pure felfire.

"I picked up your scent, the moment I entered this city." He replied, "I just didn't come see you because I knew you'd be gone soon after."

"You're right; I am leaving soon. I actually have work to do, not sit around and... people watch."

"Is that what I'm doing? People watch? Maybe I can be doing work?"

She peered over him to see what he was looking around below him before gazing back to him, "So you're spying on the Alliance? In Dalaran... And I thought you were Illidari; it seems to me, you chose to be a lapdog for the Horde."

He snapped at her while she snickered under her veil, "I care not for the petty dealings between the Alliance and the Horde! I served the Master as well as you have in all of your years; do not question my loyalties. You know damn well where I stand."

She dropped down to the balcony to stand close to him. Looking up at him, and him looking at her, a silent moment passed before they embraced each other passionately, kissing, as if they haven't seen each other in decades, with her lips still soft and plump as the first time he kissed her many, many years ago. She tossed him into the room with such force that he slammed against the wall. She then leaped across and back onto him to continue their affair and they would do this for quite a bit before they would feel each others warmth. She'd clawed him, as he held her tight, while she rode. He'd pull her hair, as their hips slammed against each other and they would often choke and claw and slam each other as they changed from one position to the next; moved from the bed to the center table. Or against the wall, or on a chair, due to mostly breaking it from their intensity.

Outside the room, a janitor was sweeping the hallway when he came across their door and stopped to stare when the door shooked from being slammed against. He gave an awkward look not knowing if there was a fight going on or something else. After hearing something shatter, he decided to pick his broom and leave.

"Yeah, I'd rather not."

Afterwards, when they finished and redressed themselves, the woman pressed him against the wall.

"Why are you really here?" She questioned him with a stern look through her blindfold.

He took a deep breath through his nose and gave her a half smile, "I'm just here helping an old friend. Then it's back to the arena; or you, if you need me."

"The asshole," she stated, "you've said it a couple times to yourself."

"Not just any asshole, he's a defector; but he is not why I am here. It's what he has with him. Magistrate Alis'syntharas daughter. She wants me to return her back to Silvermoon so it all stays quiet. Killing the guy is just a bonus."

They were overlooking the area on the balcony as they spoke. She pointed to the second floor of the building occupied by the Alliance.

"I'm here on a separate job, but while I was gathering some supplies at the square, I overheard some off duty Alliance guards complaining about an elf upstairs... who looked like an asshole."

She leaped back up to the rooftop, looking back at him, "Maybe that'll help you. I'll see you around, Leucin."

"Asinn," he said just before she left, "have you heard anything from Anna?"

"No."

With that, she left.

[leucinxandorath]

It's been weeks since Delaraina was buried. Leucin spent his time in the trade district within Silvermoon, selling jewelry he designed after melting down his share of the loot. It was a decent profit to make in this city. After all, who better to sell to than a bunch of self-entitled nobles or snobby politicians?

Life still wasn't really that easy for the Illidari; although playing a pivotal role against the Legion, which played a huge part in saving Azeroth, they were still sometimes met with distrust, stereotyped, and socially avoided overall. Especially those who joined the ranks soon after their return.

Leucin was one of them.

He didn't mind it, however. The solitude gave a sense of peace and more time to work on his craft and make gold. He wasn't one for a lavish lifestyle though, so his net worth just mostly sat in the bank. Perhaps one day he'll splurge. Around the afternoon, two elven guards approached his stand. Adorned in their crimson and gold armor, their shields held equal to each other, and their blades upright, they looked like living statues identical to each other.

"Demon Hunter," the one to his right said, "you are to come with us at once!"

"No." Leucin replied, his gaze being felt through his blindfold.

"... Can he do that?" The other guard asked, apparently new to this.

"You are summoned by the Magistrate Alis'synathara; to reject such a demand would be considered treason to the city. Come along now, or face the penalty of death."

He sighed. He knew all too well who this woman was; they had a history together. It was only a matter of time before their paths crossed again. He nodded and moved to follow them.

Walking through the city, curious gazes would fall upon him with whispers and murmurs of speculation as to what is going on between the Demon Hunter and the city guards. Was he being arrested? Executed? Banished? The imagination gave a number of reasons. There were a few Illidari who would stare as well but would do nothing as Leucin met them with a nod, gesturing that is was nothing to worry about.

They made it to Murder Row where a majority of the Illidari found themselves soliciting amongst the locals.

"Need help, brother?" One would ask as they passed by.

"No, all is fine." Leucin would often reply.

Finally, after what felt like being paraded through the city, he found himself being dropped off at the door of Magistrate Alis'synthara's home. A well crafted door of oak wood lined with silver filigree opened for him to enter. As he walked through, before him was a crimson carpet atop a marble floor that led to staircase of marble and gold, with two house guards at the foot of it.

At the top stairs, standing with grace and beauty, was Magistrate Alis'synthara. Her silver hair shining brightly through the glow of the stained glass window behind her.

"I have heard tale of a man who set aside his Argent Crusader mantle to become one of the very things he fought against. A Captain who led others into battle against the Scourge, or demons who ran rampant on Azeroth. An elf who many trusted... Are you him?"

He crossed his arms, looking at her for a long moment before finally answering.

"You would know; you were there. Magistrate."

"Indeed I would," she sipped on her wine and began to come down the stairs, "it has been quite some time since those days, wouldn't you say? So much, that, it has led us on two different paths."

He watched her as she gracefully walked down, her dress flowing with grace and her beauty becoming more apparent as she came closer. Like her wine, the years have treated her well. A slender, almost seductive, body with skin so flawless it's as if she was made by the titans using the finest stars they could find.

"What is it that you want from me?"

"Oh, come now Leucin," she said as she circled him, letting a hand glide along his body feeling his Illidari form, "always to the point, with you. You never gave yourself time to take things slow, even during our time in the Crusades."

"I'm a busy guy." He replied, "Maybe after I do whatever you brought me here for, we can take it slow; over another bottle of that wine."

"I certainly hope so. I'd like to... feel this new form of yours. Your entire physique changed since you became a Demon Hunter. You look nothing like you once did."

"So what does this Magistrate want of me?" He said, getting to the point.

She took another drink of her wine and swirled the glass before replying, "There is a man-"

"There's always a man."

"Yes, but this elf defected to the Alliance; and he took something of mine. I want you to go after him."

He glared at her, although blindfolded, she could still feel his gaze upon her.

"This sounds like a job for an assassin. I am Illidari. This war is soon to be over, I have no interest in playing the part of 'clean up crew'. Leave that to those of the Horde."

She dismissed all of her guards, so that they would be alone. She looked at him not as a Magistrate, but as an old friend from their past.

"He has my daughter. He manipulated her emotions for him into following along in his defection. Last I was I aware, they were headed to Dalaran. If I send an assassin, or anyone else really, especially from Silvermoon then word would get out that my House is home to traitors. I will not have our name tarnish over the hormones of 'young love'. I'd rather her fuck an orc than to be labeled as defectors."

"So you want me to do it, so that it stays quiet."

"Exactly. I need someone who I know I can trust; I need my Captain." She kissed his cheek, "Bring my daughter back to me and I will owe a debt to you. As well as two hundred thousand gold."

He looked at her. The roughness of his complexion softened by her tenderness for a moment as he thought about it.

"That's a lot of gold."

"No amount is a lot when it comes to your name and your blood. For some, it's gold, for others... it's a different path in life. Your daughter still loves you, even though you've been gone for so long. I want you to know that."

He stayed quiet for a moment before finally making his way to exit her home.

"I'll bring her back."