I haven’t written about my warlock in so long but watching the cinematic cuts behind the new World of Warcraft expansion, it inspired me a lot to write this short fic.
Dreadscar Rift, The Twisting Nether
So much sacrifices were made.
Azeroth now bled from the wound inflicted by the dark titan Sargeras.
And yet the species of the dying world have turned on each other for the sake of their own greedy needs, the blood of the nascent world soul known as Azerite.
It started with the burning of Teldrassil, the new Horde warchief Sylvanas Windrunner ordered a brutal strike upon the tree of the night elves, it scarred physically and mentally the children of Elune and they are still recovering in the sanctuary of Stormwind City. The Alliance launched a counter attack and saw the fall of the Forsaken’s own Undercity. Now both factions sought new allies to aid them in this world war.
Standing in her Order hall, her body soaking up the fel energy that reeked from the Dreadscar Rift, the Scepter of Sargeras now Legionterror a constant weight on her back, the Destruction warlock Andais Lu shifted on the spot. Her eyes opened, the hazel eyes now burning fel green as she fuelled the angry storm whirling in her chest. She could not forget the anguish upon her friend, the druid Booleigh Evernight’s face recalling the tale of her fallen homeland. Nor could Andais forget checking on the injured in Stormwind’s infirmary. It had unleashed a rage that the warlock had not felt since the arrival of the Burning Legion and she eagerly joined the Alliance army marching to the Undercity.
Andais Lu had reigned demonic fire upon the Horde not caring if it was man, woman or child. They all had to pay for what they did to the night elves. The Horde started this first. Where once was a passive and peaceful soul finding the faction war unecessary was replaced by a dark hatred that was eager to swallow the warlock whole.
Though there was a standstill between the factions and the Alliance was rescued by the estranged mage Jaina Proudmoore, Andais Lu could not stay in her capital city for long, she teleported back to Dreadscar rift, the anger still bubbling in her veins. Not even her Horde comrades the Undead Affliction caster Zivaan and blood elf Demonologist Leithen could calm her down for they were Horde too and the Overlord threatened to annihilate them for trying to soothe her rage. Andais Lu was left alone to her brewing resentment while she meditated on the hard rock.
“Mistress, you are requested by Lady Jaina in Stormwind” the demon Calydus hovered nearby tentatively, unsure of how the warlock would react. Letting out a sigh, Andais Lu released the tether to the fel energy of Dreadscar Rift nodding twice, she silently left her order hall taking the teleport to Dalaran.
Emerging into the Circle of Wills within the mage city’s underbelly, Andais walked up the stairs leading to the street level. Her current thoughts were running over countless suggestions on why the former Kirin Tor mage requested her presence back home. Not that she minded, the warlock was hungering to unleash hell once more after her mana generation within Dreadscar Rift. Deep down, Andais knew that she shouldn’t have knocked back Zivaan and Leithen but all she could see was Forsaken and Blood elf.
It was a Forsaken that authorised the attack on the night elf tree, a surprise and heartless attack and that is why Andais no longer became passive on the faction war. This was something personal to her and she would make sure that the Horde would pay. The streets of Dalaran though bustling with activity was high with tension. The Kirin Tor still demanded a cease fire between the factions but it did not stop either Alliance or Horde from trying to outdo the enemy by other, petty means.
Casually walking past a Troll hunter, Andais discreetly snapped her fingers, the tusked warrior yelped in shock as the edges of his mantle caught alight in green flames. He snarled towards the back of Andais Lu but one quick click of her fingers again and the flames disappeared before the guards would notice. The warlock smirked to herself before she caught the scent of morning kafa brewing from the nearby inn.
Andais Lu used to take up residence inside the neutral inn, The Ledgerdemain Lounge because she found the energy of her order hall to be unsettling. That was before anger consumed her heart and she took up a permanent base inside the order hall using her title of Overlord to benefit her going to war for the Alliance. A brief moment of nostalgia swept over the warlock before she clenched her fists within their green Diabolic gloves and she picked up her pace.
She walked into Greyfang Enclave and nodded to the worgen guards at the main entrance of the building. There was a long embedded strife between Genn Greymane and Sylvanas Windrunner since the Burning Legion was in Azeroth and now the stakes were much higher. Genn encouraged each movement King Anduin Wrynn made against the Horde. Andais stood in front of Stormwind city and inhaled softly. The young king who had to grow up so much after the death of his father, again another fatality of world war.
Keeping her head high, Andais walked into the magical portal, her burning green eyes stayed home as she first heard the bells tolling from within Cathedral square. The fel fire in her eyes died down as she drunk in the sight of the Mage quarter of her home city. Every time she returned to the capital, it always overwhelmed her.