TO THOSE THAT STILL wished for breath, to those that still clung to even the smallest hope to be back to a NATURAL LIFE, it started to fester inside of him ( much like things did with his frigid body ) that the notion was USELESS.Wouldn’t those who sided with him think the same? That after their death, he had given them a purpose? If that purpose was not to be FOOD for the WHIPPINGS and icy slaves to the frozen Citadel.
Gauntlet-covered hand pulled the dreaded Frostmourne forward, a DEATHLY CHILL surrounded the blade, snow flames gathered as it gave off a sickly blue glow. The Lich King looked on, and all he saw was NOTHING OF VALUE. Arthas might have seen something else, however, maybe something to give the slightest shred of mercy to. But said mercy had long-since been BURIED, deep underneath BLACK, FRIGID ice and the sickening stench of CORPSES PILED HIGH.
The remains of a sharp, deadly grin is seen between thin lips and an ebony-coloured helm.
“̸ ̢W͝H͞A͝T̡ ͜ís͞ ͞it ͟t͜hat you҉ ̀p̶la̕n ̧on҉ ̀W̢AS̨TI͘NG b̛ef͝o͏r̴e ̷m҉e̷ n͘òw̷?̸ "̵
if he had a HEART, it might've hammered against his chest. the essence of FEAR co-mingled with the fiery heat of HATRED. this. this was the HUMAN that had betrayed the world. sold away his soul for power and MARCHED on the gates of Koltira's homeland without so much as a sliver of pity for those he had slain. the high elves had served the king of Lordaeron, teaching those once cave-dwelling imbeciles the art of the ARCANE. serving as an infallible ally to any who would wish to learn and hone the magical craft. this was how they were repaid.
years had passed since the gates had fallen. the Scourge being used to TERRORIZE and e x t e r m i n a t e any and all mortal life from the face of Azeroth itself. he recalled the screaming of mortal lungs, the begging to be released for the welfare of their own families. Koltira had shown no mercy in New Hearthglen, sent to DIE at the battle of light's hope like the cattle they were viewed as.
funny. he'd thought so long and hard over the words he'd wanted to say. perhaps threaten him for the death of his brother, for his wrong-doings in Quel'thelas, for toying with his head. in the end, he was no more prepared to face this monster than he had been in LIFE.
❛ waste... yes, perhaps you are not wrong. but your undoing has passed through the gates of the citadel. the END, arthas, is near. ❜
