#aranola

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I wasn’t going to slytherin-code my warlock villain, but. I’m glad I did. I love the way she turned out.

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gusto ko lang sabihin na thank you sa inyong lahat. hindi ko rin alam bakit ako nagpapasalamat eh haha basta alam niyo na yon. tapos ano, more gala to come!!! yung zambales natin tuloy na tuloy na ha? mahal na mahal ko kayo aaaaaa at jusko nakakatuwa dahil si ysay unang nakilala ko like ilang taon na tapos sumunod si derks tapos nadagdagan na gaya ni ara, hannah, micah at kulas. parang dati lang sila derks at ysay lang gusto pumunta dito sa bahay para tumambay eh? di ko nga alam bat gusto niyo dito kahit wala tayong ginagawa. tapos nainvite si hannah (tho naging close ko na si hannah last year dahil sa team expo) then ininvite si kulas. noong una hesitant pa ako kasi ayoko kay kulas hahahahahahaha tapos si micah matagal ko ng nakakausap dito at ayon may common friend kasi kami which is si kulas kaya sinasama na rin namin. si ara naman sa team expo rin errr dapat nga kasama si caye kaso ewan ko ba diyan nag inarte kaya ayan nandoon siya sa sulok pero ays pa rin dahil naka-aura siya haha labyu caye sumama ka na minsan lintek ka. ok tama na ang kwento basta mahal ko talaga kayo hahaha ingat and see you soon!!!

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16. Betrayal

[So, this one got long. And dark. And there’s probably gonna be a part 2.]

Aranola stood on the terrace of one of the few private residences in Dalaran. As she looked out over the edge of the city, she allowed the sight of Suramar to fill her with its uncaring calm. She would be even as the elven spires, the only one of her former best friends to survive untouched, pristine, grand for ten thousand years.

The mage who owned the rooms and the terrace had been kind enough to loan Aranola his servants for the evening as well. One of the kitchen girls tapped on the door, keeping her eyes carefully downcast. Aranola smiled to think that this human girl thought her worthy of the same rank and privilege as her master.

“What is it?” Aranola asked.

“Your friends have arrived, priestess. Shall I show them up? Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.” The girl dipped a small curtsy.

“Of course,” Ara said pleasantly. “Thank you.”

The girl smiled. “Right away, then.”

Aranola turned back to her contemplation of the view, hands gripping the railing, perhaps a touch too tightly. This was, in some ways a homecoming. In others, it was a performance, as much of what Aranola did was a performance. Let the weak sunlight fall just so on the silver circlet pinning her fall of rich, violet hair. Let the faint breeze stir her lilac skirts just so around her legs. Let her shawl drape just so to accentuate her elegant posture. Perfect.

The first indication she had that her guests had arrived on the terrace was a whiff of something unpleasant. It wasn’t overpowering, not enough to name it for what it was—corruption, in all its myriad forms. She turned, the red of her tattoos glinting in the fading sunset.

“You’ve made it!” she smiled, opening her arms expansively. Her eyes flickered over Niniyv, midnight dark burning teal with the contained fel power under her skin, and then to Aeternita, her former brilliant reds washed to a cold and stale pink in death. If either was impressed by Ara’s show, they didn’t look it.

“Aranola, I was surprised to receive your invitation.” Niniyv said, blunt as ever.

Ara lowered her arms, stepping carefully towards the table she had had the servants set for them. “The last time we all saw each other, the world was ending. And somehow, the world survived. I thought it might be a hypothesis worth testing.”

Aeternita huffed a laugh. “A toast to the world unending, then?” she asked.

Aranola gestured to the glasses on the table. “I should think so.” She pulled out a chair, but then moved around so that she could take the chair with her back to the wall. She glanced between her former friends and the waiting chairs. “Shall we?”

The other two stepped fully onto the terrace. Niniyv settled in the corner with her back to the side-edge of the terrace, and Aeternita took the chair with no view, her back to the edge. Before either could say anything, Aranola offered an apologetic smile. “It’s a long story,” she murmured, “but I much prefer to have something solid behind me if I’m going to be sitting for any length of time. Drops I cannot see make me nervous.”

Niniyv and Aeternita glanced at each other. They both smiled. “We’ve all been through quite a lot. Who are we to judge?” Niniyv said. The demon hunter reached for a glass, and poured for herself, then into Aranola’s offered glass. Aeternita politely accepted one as well.

Aranola raised hers. “To better times,” she said with a melancholy smile.

“To better times,” the other two responded, tapping their glasses together gently. Niniyv knocked back half the glass, while Ara watched over the rim of her glass and took a small sip. Aeternita left the liquid untouched, toying instead with the glass on the table.

An uncomfortable silence stretched between the three as the sun dipped lower. Niniyv took a breath, but was cut off from speaking by the arrival of two servant girls, bearing trays with dinner. The light pasta and salad was dressed and sauced so well that the delicious aroma nearly drowned out the inherent unfortunate odor of Ara’s former friends.

“Thank you, that should be all we need. Feel free to take the rest of the evening off.”

“The clean-up—” the girl from earlier was bold enough to begin to ask.

Ara waved a hand. “I will see to it that it gets done.”

Murmuring thanks, the two girls left. Aranola served, filling all three plates. Niniyv, who had always favored heavier foods, nodded over a rueful smile. Aeternita again accepted politely, but did not pick up her fork.

The two women ate quietly for long moments. Eventually Aranola glanced at Aeternita. “I…” She summoned up a look of concern. “I had not realized you could not eat at all, Aeternita.”

The death knight shrugged. “Not entirely true, but it benefits me little, and serves mostly to remind me of a pleasure I no longer feel.”

“I see,” Aranola said. Niniyv was careful not to look at Ara, masking what? Aranola tilted her head, trying to discern the expression through the guise of watching the liquid swirl in her glass. Incredulity, maybe. Or contempt.

Aranola sighed. “What would you have me do, Niniyv? I mean, look at you. Both of you. How does one…?” She artistically held back a touch of a tear. “I was overjoyed when your names reached my ears, that you had survived! To find that I was wrong—”

“Not entirely wrong,” Aeternita said. “To survive and to live seem to have different meanings, these days. I have made my peace, Aranola. Eat your pasta. I hope you enjoy it, even. Somedays, I wish I could, but.”

She looked away, staring blankly into the house. “If nothing else, I am glad to fight for the life of this world.”

Niniyv grinned, slurping a noodle. She swallowed and then said, “Me, I have no regrets. I did what needed to be done. You’d have done the same, Ara, in my shoes.”

Aranola lifted her head. She thought about protesting, but realized it didn’t really matter. Niniyv had never been one to change her mind easily.

They struggled to think of something to say in silence as Aeternita’s food grew cold and the sun fully set. A billow of smog from the Broken Shore below cut off the stars. Niniyv watched the smog roll over the sky, chair tilted back. “I wonder what’s happening now,” she mused. “It only gets this bad when something’s up. I should go—”

“Wait, please,” Aranola said. The other two women looked over at her, concerned, confused. Two shadows detached themselves from the corners of the terrace, visible only to Ara’s eyes, shrouded in Ara’s magic. Niniyv half-rose from her chair, sensing something, but it was too late for that. As she reached for a weapon she had not brought to a meeting of old friends, a knife slipped under her ribs. A second knife found Aeternita’s heart. No time to cry out. No fuss, no mess.

The two succubi threw the bodies over the edge of the terrace. Aranola stood up and made her way to the railing. For just a second, she watched her former friends as they fell. Then she turned away, fingering the soulshard that hung as a pendant under her shawl.

“Thank you for your help, initiate,” a warlock said, stepping out of the house and onto the terrace. Ara raised fel-stained eyes, no longer masked by the vestiges of the priestess’s shadow magic she still held. She bowed, slightly.

“You are certain this will help?” she asked.

The warlock chuckled, low, menacing. “The head of the Illidari is dead. That you were able to secure one of the leading death knights as well is just a bonus, and much to your credit, initiate. We have begun to purge the corruption from within the defenders ranks. Soon, soon, our bargain shall be struck. Rest assured, you and yours will be safe when the reckoning comes.”

She bowed again, as the warlock vanished into the shadows, taking the two succubi with him. Aranola returned to the rail. Leaning over, she saw nothing but turbulent water stretching below all the way to the Shore, and Suramar beyond.

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11. Revenge

Meliraea didn’t bother portaling to the top of the spire. There were enough healers, and Elisande’s time spell had played hell with Kiri’s balance. The overeager demon hunters had already run ahead; Khadgar barely paused to ask if the two wanted a piece of the action. He was gone before the reply, but others making their way up to the final confrontation understood.

Once Kirielle had been settled with some of the other wounded, Meliraea made her way back out into the city. The power loosed with Elisande’s death had reverberated, sending most of the demons running for the spire. Those that were left had been mopped up by the Duskwatch. Mel wasn’t stupid. The city wasn’t safe yet, not by a long shot. But there were injured civilians, and she wasn’t out of mana yet.

She lost herself for a short time, moving among the Duskwatch and healing minor injuries when movement to the side caught her eye. Pushing her hair back, she stood, passed her roll of bandages to the nearest guard, and slipped after the movement. The barest shadow of her rarely-used cat form slipped after the retreating figure. Not a demon, no, though the smell...

Mel softly dashed to get ahead of the figure. When Aranola turned the corner, Mel was sitting on a bench in the ornamental garden, gently cleansing some of the fel gunk from the water with a curving vine of life energy. Aranola gasped and stumbled back. There was no longer any way to hide the fact that she had sold herself to darker powers.

Mel smiled, small and friendly. “I wouldn’t go back, if I were you.”

Aranola snarled. “What would you know of it?”

“There are some people I know who are much angrier than I will ever be. And they have long memories.” Mel shrugged, looking out over the tainted city. “Perhaps they will only imprison the people here who caved to the Legion out of fear, at least until they find a way to cleanse unwanted taint. Perhaps the other warlocks, those who stand against the Legion, would be willing to offer you a place that’s a little more--” Mel paused, tapping her chin in thought--“palatable, to one of your tastes.”

“You dare,” Aranola hissed. “Foolish girl, you honestly think you can win this war?”

“There are some people I know who are much more determined than any demon,” Mel said quietly. “When all is said and done, they’ll probably come for you, too. They forgive as easily as they forget.”

“You would lecture me, about my friends? You cannot claim to know them any better than I do.”

“No,” Meliraea said. “But you did try to kill them.” She paused. “Kirielle doesn’t know yet. You might save yourself, or at least some sliver of your memory, if you try. Consider this a...friendly warning.”

Light flared overhead, but no all-consuming fire rained from the spire. “Would you look at that?” Mel mused conversationally. “It looks like they’ve succeeded after all.”

Aranola struggled for a reply, before she turned and ran. Meliraea sighed, sadly, and rose to see if anyone above needed help.

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sid & aya; 06/03/18