Grand Arcanist: A Warcraft Fanfiction

After torching down the Scourge fortress of Deatholmes, Aethas and Valeera return home to Tranquillien in high spirit, Aethas more so for the fact that not only he found a vial of Sunwell water, albeit a bit tainted, but in the end it is still the water from the Sunwell.

As for Valeera, she was more happy with the fact that she can be somewhat useful for Aethas and was able to defend him against his enemies.

And of course, there are much, much more spoils than just that one vial of Sunwell water, for example, bits and pieces of Dar'Khan Drathir collections, just before his soul was claimed by the Shadowland, Aethas made use of his knowledge in Necromancy and forced the former Magister soul to linger a bit longer, for his own purposes Aethas made sure to strip everything of that undead elf head- erm soul before completely breaking it down and turned it into his own source of power, and my there was plenty left within the now annihilated magister.

"What is your little secret?" Aethas questioned the little musty tome in his hand, which depicted a wicked bone white skull, smiling at him.

If reading the memory of Dar'Khan Drathir told him anything, the Trial of Death is more than it actually let on, for once Aethas know that there is no way in hell that this is just the work of Kel'Thuzad, there must be a higher power at work here, but what is the question.

"This is very troublesome, yet entreating at the same time." Aethas muttered to himself as he swirled the vial of viscous black liquid within the vial, which occasionally let out howling of agony *Creepy.

~While Aethas was busy with his discovery and such before returning home to Tranquillien, another conspiracy was brewing in the great dark beyond, the Twisting Nether- realm of the Demons and the Burning Legions that reside within.

The Broken Isle of Xel'Nadar, formerly a piece of a planet named Xel'Nadar, but was destroyed by the Burning Legion and reduced to mere space rubble floating in the empty void eons ago.

Now it is nothing more than a mobile fortress for the Legion and its commander, Vilganis the Corruptor, a Nathrazim Doom Lord.

From out of the void a space rift opened up and the figure of Hextraxis and countless of his demonic minions were flung out crashing onto the Abyssal rocks below.

"DAMN! MORTALS!!!!!" Hextraxis cursed as the Mass Banished Scroll flung him from across the cosmos into the Demonic Stronghold of Xel'Nadar, Hextraxis swore vengeance on the damn mortal that dare to play this trick onto him- Aethas, the Blood Elf.

"Will you shut up already?" from out of nowhere, an Imp skipped forward in an arrogant manner and slapped the Dreadlord across the face, at first the slap might not look as threatening, but it was until it landed that Hextraxis finally felt true terror from within, the powerful slap knock out a few of his fangs and along it a horn!

"WHY YOU LITTLE MAGGOT!!!" for a Dreadlord, having a horn broken was a true disgrace! If it was their kind, the victim would have sued the perpetrator to the court and requested a duel! But for anyone else, no less a lesser race for that matter, the only outcome is death!

Rage and ruthlessness clouded his mind as Hextraxis brought down his fist on the little imp-

*SL.A.P! Only to be once again, slapped across the face and having his remaining horn broken.

"AHH!!!!" Hextraxis howl of agony sung across the Isle of Xel'Nadar, causing many low intelligent demonic beings to flee in fear.

"I WILL KILL YOU-" His voice stops as he looks at the "Imp" now morphed into a female humanoid being with bat-like wings, like himself a Nathrezim.

"No… you… why are you here! Why-" no longer showing off his arrogance and fury, Hextraxis cowered as he gazed upon the female dreadlord burning green eyes, an overwhelming pressure came crushing down onto his body, nailing the pitiful dreadlord to the abyssal rock.

"Shhh… for now, all you need to do is… to die for me." she grinned sadistically at the pitiful dreadlord underneath her hoof.

"No! You cannot kill me! You can never kill me! Our law dictate no Nathrezim shall murder another! You will pay with your life, shall you do so!" Hextraxis shouts in panic.

It is true, the codex of the Nathrezim forbade them from turning against one another, it is their supreme taboo, one to never cross!

"Who said I'm going to finish the job that my master didn't?" she smirked before a group of Shivarras appeared from the shadow with blades gleaming in an eerie glow, one of them looked at him in pure, absolute hatred- this one has only five arms, instead of the usual six of which a Shivarra had.

"It's YOU! WHY ARE YOU HERE!" Hextraxis shouted, this time in sheer, absolute terror.

"Oh, you actually remember this lowly one? This one thought she was only a mere insect in your grace eyes… my my, it such a surprise how the situation could turn out to be like this." the Shivarra coldly laughs.

"You have no idea how happy this one was when the mistress offered this one the opportunity." her blades crossed across the pitiful dreadlord neck.

"NO! This cannot be happening! You cannot kill me! Without me! Who will command the army in the next coming assault against the Light-" the female dreadlord placed her finger against the lip of Hextraxis while whispering 'Shhh'

"You… are not needed, I have found the perfect replacement." she smiled as the light from Hextraxis eyes faded and his head rolled on the cold, hard, abyssal rock.

A Demon that once died in the Twisting Nether can never be revived again, unless they meet a certain condition- which they will never ever come across.

Back on Azeroth, Ghostlands in the now prospered town of Tranquillien.

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Theramar screamed from the top of his lungs after finding out what Aethas and Valeera did for the day. It turned out his little boy, barely fifteen years of age, went out and slay the Scourge local leader! Instead of a picnic with one of his trained Ranger and assumed to be future daughter in law.

"Geez dad, you don't have to be so loud, almost rupture an eardrum there." Aethas cast a Silence spell to mute his father, ranting for a good minute, before the man noticed it- he unmute him.

"You know how dangerous that was! And why the hell didn't you invite me to the fun!" Theramar went berserked because they didn't invite him? And the title "Dad of the Year" shall be awarded to~

"You would be disappointed, so I didn't invite you, Dar'Khan Drathir wasn't that much of a big deal." Aethas sneered, thinking about the now deceased, permanently magister, who got himself murdered, not once, not twice, but thrice- by a bunch of kids.

"So can we focus on Zul'Jin and his Amani trolls?" Aethas changed the topic, since the Ghostlands Scourge leader is now dead and the undead of the region is in complete disarray, they should strike the iron while it still hot and completely cleanse the entire zone of threats itself, which lead to the Amani's, the archenemies of the High Elves, now Blood Elves of Quel'Thalas.

Theramar frowned at hearing the name that his son mentioned.

"Zul'Jin? You mean the former Warlord of the Amani Tribe? We don't have to worry about him, he's dead for years now, the only problem is the local subordinate tribes stirred up once in a while." At his father's words, Aethas was very surprised.

"He's dead?" Now that makes the whole situation a lot more simpler, and cheaper too, no need to hire a group of greedy mercenaries to raid Zul'Aman or any of that sort.

"Yes! And now after hearing about the "Death" of Dar'Khan Drathir, I can finally dedicate all of our manpower, the one we used to keep the Scourge at bay, onto the Amani tribes." Theramar showed his toothy grin.