(( Trigger Warnings: This story contains Blood and forms of Torture, you have been warned.)) The sound of a leather booted step echoed through unknown ears as a soft groan followed with each step.... Much had happened within the Daevara family, with the Legion war challenging Azeroth in its march to conquer the Broken Isles, though, not all wars are fought directly on the battleground, as there are trivial times with the family's broken by the draft. It has been several months since Lady Daevara had left his Lord to attend the first wave upon the Isles since the Broken Shore. Needless to say, Noiryn found herself forced into a grave choice by an old enemy, one of a personal matter. Alonius Warblade, warlord of his own army and obsessed to regain his ex wife and his heirs back with whatever the cost, forcing his enforcers to attack the family that protects these grandchildren, and as the Lord himself is at the homefront defending his own family, his wife is being held captive in an attempt to break her iron will. However, Daevara himself has successfully ripped an apple from the tainted tree.. " Now now, don't tell me you're already dead?.." The lord's voice spoke in the ear of the blindfolded man, dirtied, bloodied, and restrained to a metal chair from a previous experience as a chunk of his left shoulder was torn, still oozing with a thickened red liquid in an attempt to natural heal, the man started to whimper a slight bit as Dura himself growled briefly," Tell me what I want to know and you may get out of here alive.." the man remained silent of words, only heavy breathing as the fear in the back of his mind settled in, Dura couldn't help but softly chuckle," Fine then.. that was your one and only shot.." The sound of quickly drawn metal echoed which followed with a quick impalement of flesh, as the Lord happily drove a coated dagger into the man's left hand, causing the man to scream out in intense pain," D-d-d-d..." He stuttered painfully as Dura raised his voice, a growl vibrating from his throat as his form darkened," What?! Are you going to.. tell me? How do we get to Warblade's base!?!" The dagger causing bone to split as the poison began to seep into his veins, lighting him like a fire as his breathing only quickened," I c-can't! I can't tell you!!" Dura's voice only grew in volume as he twisted the blade, slowly pulling it to carve up his forearm," Yes you can!!! Just SAY IT!" The fanged maw opened wide as he yelled demandingly at this poor soul, a mere pawn being used by a king that sits on his throne while he suffers the wrath of his enemy," I.. c-c-can't tell.. you.. ohhhh!!!!" He called out as Dura dug deeper into his arm as the blood began to spill onto the floor into a puddle," Where is Noiryn in his base?.." The man pleaded and cried out to him," I told.. I c-caaan't t-t-tell youuu!! Oh please, oh.. god!!!" " Then clearly you don't understand the amount of pain I can put you through before you die of shock!.. if I have to.. I WILL bring you back until you are nothing but a living corpse!!!" He yelled out as a door clicked open, his eyes immediately glaring at the person who chose to disturb him in this moment," What do you want?!" He asked as the dim lighting revealed a long, red haired male in dark attire," Lovely.." he began speaking,"... Daevara.. normally, I would leave you to your business.. however, you may be proving to be effortless in your advances on your subject." The male continued to shiver and whimper as the pain was only growing worse by the moment,".. I can't.. oh god... p-please.. j-just kill me!" Dura howled out with an echoed voice," SHUT UP!... Start making sense, Fel'thamar... my patience is very thin.. and the only reason I let you in is because you are married to my niece-in-law.. spit it out.." Fel measured the depths of his words and simply got to the point," Translation: He can't tell you because his soul is compelled not to speak upon his loyalties.. we are dealing with soul magic.." Dura's eyes widened a moment as they turned a even brighter crimson glow as he began snarling like a rabid worg about to lunge at the first sight of prey, causing Fel himself to back into the door as the prisoner cried out," What the hell is that?! What are doing?! No, no, NOOOOOO!!!" Instantly, The lord lunged at him with his opened maw and sunk his teeth into the man's throat, spilling his blood all around him as it splattered in all directions, a trickle getting on the warlock's robes in the process as he drank of the man's life essence, his eyes growing wide with what enlightenment he could gain from his efforts, a few visions. " Welcome to Warblade's ranks, soldier, now.. you're first assignment is to use your abilities to spy on this one here.." the armored enforcer in the vision revealed a photo of what appeared to be Dura and his family, pointing directly at Dura himself as others awaited their own orders as the man saluted the enforcer," Yes sir, I won't let the Warlor-" he was cut off by a loud, bloodthirsty shriek. This actually caused Dura in reality to cringe slightly in surprise as the men reacted to the loud sound," Wha-What the hell was that?!" then, without hesitation, the she-warlock from the battlefield was revealed, cooing in rather deviously," Ohhh.. that's the Warlord's maiden.. you don't want to go down there.. it might get rather messy.. on second thought.. have at it.." she chuckled with a licking of her lips as the head enforcer of this group bowed his head in regards to her, speaking her name clearly," Madame Lindeara.." The vision finally ceased as the prisoner passed, his soul departing through a void pocket into the Nether. Dura slowly released his jaws, bringing himself off the now deceased while letting the vision settle in as Fel seemed to have shown himself out while he was devouring the man's knowledge, the Lord looking towards the ceiling with a now blank yet bloodied expression as he muttered the words," Keep fighting, Noiryn... keep fighting... We're coming.. beloved.." [[ mentions big or small: @solexstras - for Fel, @lily-reaver ]]
