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Happy Valentines Day!
I originally wanted to draw "Kidcore", but in the end it turned out this As it is, congratulations on the end of the "Wonderful precure" season!
Never ask me what i do at night
It's just a photo
The Secret Of The Natrezim...
In a darkness office aboard one of the ships of the Burning Legion, two Nathrezim: Tichondrius and Mephistroth indulged in an UNUSUAL activity.
They were sitting in front of a mirror, which reflected their elegant but sinister faces. Cosmetics were laid out on the table (WHAT THE FUCK IS MEN'S????): black lipstick, black mascara and..... Okay
— You know, black lipstick stands out too much, — Mephistroth said, carefully applying lipstick to his lips. — Do you understand, Tichondrius?
— Ha, I'm sure no one will notice, — Tichondrius replied with a wink. — Everyone is too busy with their own problems, even mortals from Azeroth. So everything will be under control.
They continued to discuss the latest rumors about their brethren, making mocking remarks about their lack of style. Suddenly, the door opened and Kil'jaeden entered the room. His powerful aura filled the space, and even the shadows seemed to take a step back.
Tichondrius and Mephistroth, frozen in immobility, met their master. Kil'jaeden stopped, his eyes widening in shock as he saw what his subordinates were doing. The seconds dragged on for a very long time, until Kil'jaeden, realizing the absurdity of the situation, simply turned around and left the room, leaving the Nathrezim's in complete confusion.
— Listen, Tichondrius, — Mephistroth whispered. — We're finished, you know?
— Yes, and it looks like we won't see makeup anymore — Tichondrius grinned, trying to smooth over the awkwardness, but then, resigned to the whole situation, said the last thing he said - Our heads will be torn off.
End.
EMO BOYS
In short, I was looking at models from Wow: Legion, two nathresims (Tichondrius, Mephistoroth). Damn, they have painted lips, like…
Blizzard, are you serious?
But I like it.
Ok
In the studio, a dramatic scene unfolded against an empty background. Tichondrius, the majestic leader of the Nathrezim, towered over Mal'Ganis, his figure radiates barely contained rage.
- Do you understand what you've done? Tichondrius voice rang with anger. - Arthas was supposed to be a key figure in Ner'zhul's plans! And now what? He was devoured by some nagas! Mal'Ganis nervously shifts from hoof to hoof:
-But it's his own fault! He somehow broke through the fourth wall, found out everything, went crazy and swam straight to the Nagas!
Tichondrius abruptly turns around and forcefully hits an invisible barrier - the fourth wall.
-Hey, you mortal! What kind of Sargeras did you let Arthas find out?
Time later
Medivh appears in the same studio, dressed in a strict journalistic suit, with a notebook in his hands.
-Hello dear (no) demons, today we will consider such a question as: Do you know about the fourth wall?
Filming has begun:
Kil'jaeden, sitting on a massive throne:
-Of course, we have known this for a long time. This creator (it's me!) has a special passion for the demons of Warcraft, especially the Nathrezim. - looking at the camera, he replied further - Which I will now destroy for the failure with Arthas.
Archimonde, haughtily replied after his brother Kil'jaeden:
-Of course, I know perfectly well. Is there anything else you would like to ask, pitiful and weak mortals? (Hey! Don't be so arrogant!)
Mannoroth, scratching his horns, said:
-Uh… Yes, I am aware that I am currently in fanfiction.
Magtheridon:
-Oh, yes, and thank Sargeras that the his remembered me only now, as it is, I do not participate in any dubious stories.
Tichondrius, rolling his eyes, said:
-Yes, you just saw it perfectly.
Balnazzar, blinking wearily, replied:
-yes… Doubtful, but okay.
Detheroc replied enthusiastically:
-Absolutely yes! I hypnotized Garitos so much! - Then he adds with disdain - But the idea is crap. Varimathras replied:
-Of course I know, we even have an Internet network! I've seen so much Warcraft content, even things that children can't see. Just don't tell anyone, okay? Otherwise I'll get a beating from my brother's.
Mal'Ganis, the latest in a string of interviews, looks completely exhausted:
-Unfortunately, yes… In general, what kind of Sargeras do I feel love for Arthas!? Will someone explain this to me!? Simply… What!? How the fuck did this happen!? Why did I become a pervert faggot!?
Medivh makes a final note in his notebook, smiling mysteriously. It seems that even powerful demons are not immune to the vagaries of fanfiction.
Romance is not for paladins.
The snow swirls of the Northrend swirled around the two figures, frozen in a deadly confrontation. Mal'Ganis, a towering nathrezim resim with massive wings, looked at the young Prince Arthas, whose blond hair was blowing in the icy wind. The Frostmourne flickered ominously in the paladin's hands.
- Don't be a fool, prince, - growled Mal'ganis, his eyes were burning with a green flame. - Can't you see that Ner'zhul is just using you?
Without waiting for an answer, the demon suddenly darted forward with incredible speed. His clawed paws wrapped around the surprised Arthas, and they soared into the air, leaving the stunned Whip warriors behind.
- What... What are you doing?! Arthas protested, trying to break free from Nathrezim's grip.
- Saving you from the fate of a puppet,– Mal'ganis answered, gaining altitude. - With Ner'zhul, you'll be just an obedient six. And with me... - His voice became unexpectedly gentle, - you can become whatever you want. Even the owner!
"What a pervert!" flashed through Arthas's mind as they flew over the endless sea.
After a few hours of flight, they landed on a tiny, lost island. Palm trees swayed under a light breeze, and waves gently licked the sandy shore. Mal'Ganis lowered Arthas to the ground and knelt dramatically.
- Stay with me, my prince! Together we will create our own empire! An empire that fills only our passion and love!
Romantic visions danced in the demon's eyes: the two of them strolling along the shore in the sunset, sharing their innermost thoughts around the campfire, exploring ancient ruins together, and hugging together at night...
Arthas stood dumbfounded by the demon's words. He didn't know what to say, and his heart was pounding, waiting for an answer. Nathresim offering him to arrange a romance... this... this...
But then he rolled his eyes and suddenly turned to the fourth wall:
- Do you see this? Seriously? Is the Dreadlord giving me a love drama on paradise island? Yes, it's even too much for fan fiction!
- Arthas, that's not what happens in fanfiction. - A voice answered him from the wall.
- The light is in my ass! - Arthas shouted, turning back to the dumbfounded Mal'ganis, the prince snorted - You know what!? Shove your romantic fantasies away! - Mal'ganis was shocked by the prince's words, which hurt his feelings - I'd rather become a puppet of the Lich King than participate in this madness, understood the bastard!?
- But... But what about our romantic story!? There... Awareness of feelings, relationships, love, romance, there... Get married...
- Fuck you, damn it! - Arthas interrupted him, running quickly into the water, swam back to Lordaeron, leaving the demon standing on the shore in complete disbelief. - I hope we never meet!
Unfortunately, fate had other plans. Not even a mile away, Arthas was attacked by a pack of angry rabid nagas. The last thing he had time to think was, "Well, at least it's better than listening to the love serenades of a demon."
Mal'Ganis, who was watching this scene from the shore, sighed heavily and muttered.
- Maybe you should try dating sites?
Shadow over feelings.
In the depths of the Undercity, where the eternal twilight was intertwined with the whispers of poor souls doomed by lack of peace, Sylvanas Windrunner sat on her sinister throne. Her slender fingers restlessly glided over the carved armrests, and her gaze, glowing with an unnatural crimson, wandered into the void. For the first time in many years of her cursed existence, the Dark Lady allowed herself to plunge into the abyss of thinking about what she usually brushed aside - about the difficult relationship with Varimathras.
Memories came flooding back like a tidal wave: how often she had boiled with rage at hearing his caustic remarks and sarcastic taunts laced with demonic mockery. With just a glance, she could put him in his place, remind him of his position as a servant. But today, these pictures of the past did not bring the usual satisfaction, leaving only a bitter taste of doubt.
- What is the nature of our relationship? She asked herself, sinking deeper into her mind. - A toxic bond doomed to destruction? Or a mutually beneficial union built on the foundation of fear and necessity?
The Banshee Queen was well aware that Varimathras could turn his might and power against her at any moment. But he did not do this, remaining faithful, even if forced. And this "loyalty" scared Sylvanas even more than the possibility of open betrayal. The thoughts of this treacherous Natrezim remained an impenetrable mystery to her, like a sealed book in an unknown language.
At the same time, as if in a mirror image of her confusion, Varimathras was standing by the river. His mighty figure, the embodiment of demonic power, cast an ominous shadow on the murky waters teeming with ghosts of the past. Nathrezim was drowned by his own thoughts, which tormented him.
His mind, accustomed to intrigue and betrayal, was racing around the image of Sylvanas and her relationship with Arthas. These thoughts awakened in him a strange, unfamiliar feeling that he could not-or did not want to-recognize as jealousy.
- Nonsense! - He tried to convince himself, trying to drive away the unwanted emotions. - Their hearts are filled only with mutual hatred and thirst for revenge. They are ready to destroy each other at the first opportunity! But...
Varimathras realized that the concept of love remained an unsolvable mystery to him. For him, a demon who had drugged the code of his race and shed his older brother's blood to save his life, this feeling seemed alien and incomprehensible. But some unknown force kept him close to Sylvanas. Something more powerful than fear for your own life or thirst for power. And this "something" filled him with awe no less than in Sylvanas - his unpredictability and potential danger.
So they remained, separated by space, but connected by invisible threads of fate: The Dark Lady in her gloomy chambers and her faithful servant by the shore of the river of oblivion. Two beings whose lives were intertwined in a complex, tangled tangle of relationships that neither of them could untangle or break, like a curse imposed by fate itself.
Pov: The Battle for the Frozen Throne
Thrall is shocked because Grommash died too (calmly, he just decided to rise from the dead to take a picture of it).
This meme is perfect for Arthas
Yes, I'm not indifferent to nathrezim
Well, when I was looking at the natresim model from warcraft 3, I finally saw that…
they have a very Thin God Yours Thalia!!!!!
Yeah
Fun Games with Ner'zhul
He-he🤫
Nightmare
Half of the capital of the plague lands is under our control, the Dreadlords Detheroc (green fat idiot), Balnazzar (purple smart scum) and the leader of the people Garithos (Dumbass) are killed, there is only one problem left - Kel'thuzad. Kel'thuzad is the loyal dog of the Lich King and that bastard, Arthas. But we'll figure it out later, we need to gather all the forces of the fallen to recapture the rest of the plague lands and create a new power against the scourge army. But for now, it's best to rest. We need to gain strength. After turning into a banshee, I never went to bed, but today I tried to do it... That was my mistake.. I had a nightmare. Not just a nightmare, but... the worst. That terrible event in my life. The fall of Silvermoon. It wasn't just a nightmare, it was a cycle of all the action! Undead attacks on the city, death of the elves, my death, summoning the Lich, Undead attacks on the city, death of the elves, my death, summoning the Lich. Undead attacks on the city, the death of elves... my death... The summoning of the Lich...Undead attacks.... death...Elves? My death? a call... The summoning of the Lich. I woke up from a nightmare in full (No, I'm dead, I don't have feelings like mortals) Now you won't be able to rest either. Damn Arthas! Someday, I'll finally see your corpse lying on my feet, you bastard. I'll kill you quickly, just like you killed me... You will find out what the pain of every dead person is. ....... Sylvanas came out of the tent and saw the moon standing in the middle of the night sky. - Night. So the dream passed quickly... - Lady Sylvanas? Sylvanas turned and saw the third Dreadlord - Varimathras? What are you doing here? - I saw you, my lady, it looks like... You didn't have a restful night - and a respectful mockery - Don't you dare mock me, demon, or do you want to feel the fate of your brothers, huh? - Of course not, lady, what you've done to them is terrible. - Only your faces are more terrible. Okay, I went to the table and looked at the map - what do the scouts say? - Nothing yet - I see... listen Varimathras, do you demons know how to sleep? - Sleep? Excuse me, but what? Sleep? Hey, are you seriously telling me this right now? Oh my God... Although Detheroc... Okay, that's it... This is complete nonsense! - Yes, can you sleep? - Lady Sylvanas, have you forgotten my brother Detheroc? - Detheroc? - after thinking about it, she gave out - oh, yes, I remember of course - a minute of silence - Varimathras. - Yes? - Follow me. - Okay - what's wrong with her? Either she came up with a plan or... The undead can't sleep. Must be - And where are we going, lady? - You'll find out - as the dreadlord, I don't like the fact that this elf is commanding mine. They went into the tent. - Varimathras, I just tried to fall asleep, but... listen here. Right now, you're just following my orders as a servant and nothing more, okay? - Of course it's clear, but... You want to now... Fall asleep? - Yes, maybe I'll be able to regain my strength in the end. - Oh, well, I understand you - Dreadlord lay down on the floor spreading his wing like a sheet. Sylvanas lay down on her wing and asked suddenly - Have you ever loved? - Loved what? Kill, torture, manipulate, cheat or what? - Someone, so, romantic feelings.. Love, romance. - Never, my lady. I am a nathrezim, a pure demon, why should I be able to love? - I just asked... so they were lying, and Varimathras decided to just use "sleep", but he decided with it... Correct it. Sylvanas felt weak at first, then began to fall asleep, muttering to herself - Soon Arthas will get for everything.. - You're talking about your Arthas again, Lady Sylvanas. - Soon..time... He recognizes mine... - I fell asleep without finishing my words. - Arthas, Arthas, is your thirst for revenge really that strong? Or do you love him? Mm... No, that couldn't be. he hoped so