Long long ago when I played World of Warcraft, which I did for many years actually. I even did Fan Fiction of my various characters. Yes… that sounds dirty writing any kind of FanFic but I did. Kaustic was a Blood Elf / Warlock that dabbled with demons and dark magic. Here is one of the pages from a charred and blood spattered journal of his from long ago.
A Ceremony of Searching…
Darkness… Life ends within it and is REBORN within it.
Cardinal Ximinez awakens bound to a chair in a stone tower and looks around. “Why am I bound, Warlock?” A hulking Voidwalker drifts across the room and stops next to Kaustic.
“Because I don’t trust you even though we are both Blood Elf, and I know that you have had contact with my brother.” Kaustic is in a corner of the room sketching some archaic symbols on the floor. “My brother has something I want, and NOTHING will stop me from getting it” he says while continuing to place marks upon the floor.
Ximinez struggles with his bonds but to no effect. “We are both Bloodelves you only need to ask me and I will help you. Why do you think I oppose you?” The huge Voidwalker glides back next to Cardinal Ximinez.
“Kal’Gore. Make sure he cannot escape.” Kaustic says from across the room. The Voidwalker looks towards Kaustic and then returns his glowing gaze to Ximinez.
Quit yer squirming!” an Imp cackles as he skips down what is left of the ruined stairs.
“Yazmat! Make sure the Blood ceremony and ingredients are ready.” Kaustic stands and let’s loose a terrifying laugh. As he crosses the room, Ximinez can see a blood-crusted skinning knife in his hand. “Do you realize how easy it is to severe someones head?” He begins slowly to walk towards Cardinal Ximinez. “You know, Cardinal… I have tasted the soul of a holy man before, it tasted like chocolate.”
The crumbling tower is filled with a vile giggling, which can only come from an abominable Imp.
Darkness… Evil begins within it and thrives in it.