#the fel

[maeskia]

Done by @waroftwowolves

[karicharbonneau]

Let it burn in, Take me.  Touch me. Change me.  The fire feels too good to deny.  Let me give myself so I feel this feeling every day.   You are a cruel mistress and I love every second of your abuse.

[blizzardwatch]

Where Light and Void clash, chaos is born: the chaos of the Twisting Nether, birthplace of the Fel. This magic was literally birthed by annihilation when Light and Shadow came into terrible contact with one another. Fel magic is of entropy, of destruction, of the utter destruction of that which makes life possible. Void magic is the absence of Light, but Fel is born from its death.

Thus the Twisting Nether itself is not a shadow but a wound, and the first Demons were born from it. At the moment of its creation Fel magic made the Nether what it is. Demons are the creatures native to that place of entropic annihilation, born of the death of life itself. If you've ever seen a Soul Engine, you know exactly how this process works -- the souls of the Legion's victims are slowly destroyed over centuries to generate the Fel.

— Know Your Lore: The Demons and the Fel

[dragormir]

fel!corrupted khadgar taking his own life an lothars in his last moments of sanity so that they can die together

Lothar chokes as arms burning in green fire encircle him.  Khadgar.  The boy is being consumed by the Fel, and…

“Don’t leave, please,“ the young mage whispers in his ear.  Lothar stiffens. He has seen, firsthand, what the Fel can do. His eyes flick down, into the remains of the font, and sees Medivh’s body. So normal, now that that thing is gone from him.

He knows what the Fel can do.  He raises a hand and awkwardly pats Khadgar’s arm where it crosses over his chest.

“Alright. I’ll stay.”

Khadgar sighs in relief, and Lothar feels green fire rush over his cheek.  There is no warmth to it, like a real fire. His cheek prickles and he feels as though lamp oil has been dropped on his face.  Not the best way to describe the sensation, because it is wrong, there is so much wrong in the sensation and he wants to scream until his voice breaks and his throat bleeds.

“I love you.“

Lothar chokes as Khadgar’s admission brushes past his cheek.

“I’m sorry.“  The mage kisses his cheek, and Lothar screams.

He wakes up, flat on his back and dripping with sweat.  Khadgar is next to him, hair flopping over his forehead and lips parted. He looks peaceful, when the world can’t intrude on his thoughts.  A cold bead of sweat drips down the side of Lothar’s face, and he shudders, remembering the vividness of burning alive as the Fel consumed him.

Lothar slides out of bed. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to sleep next to Khadgar again. Not tonight.