Alisana stepped outside of her newfound tent with a yawn, followed by a bright smile, "Shaatom? Have you delivered to me any food? If you wasted... however much time, I will be very disappointed." She spoke to her Felguard, which had been standing a short distance from the small campsite. However, Alisana noticed something beneath his heavy, plated boot as it struggled. Another bandit! This one, unusually enough, was a Quel'dorei. A male one at that.
She considered her options. "I shall crush this one, if only you will grant me that wish, Mistress." Shaatom rumbled out in his demonic tone. He emphasized his point by adding more pressure onto his prey, causing the elf to release a harrowing cry of pain and fear. "No, no. Not yet, at least. We'll decide this one's fate in due time." Alisana waved her hand dismissively as she regarded Shaatom's desires, then let a wicked grin play on her lips. She took a handful of graceful steps forward, seemingly teasing the elf with her motions as she continued to speak, "I have other plans for this one, now that you've caught him. It has been so very long since anyone had made me even remotely happy. Entertain me, and I will spare you." she stated, kneeling down before the captive high elf.
The Elf's eyes grew wide as his mind raced, "What do you mean? There is no possible way I could even consider entertaining you in this state, especially since your demon may have broken a rib or two." His breathing became faster, panicked, as he realized his life may be at an end sooner than he had ever anticipated, if he spoke the wrong words. Was this woman insane? That was obvious, he corrected himself, as he glanced up at the towering, looming demon. "There are ways. Shaatom, be kind, would you?" Alisana gestured, and the Felguard obeyed. The demon's plated boot was raised off the elf's chest, allowing the captive to breathe. "I have a better plan. Indulge me, and we shall see to it that you are spared. It'll be our little game, hm?" "Game?" The elf said, groaning as he shuffled over to a nearby wooden stool to prop himself up, "And how can I be certain that you will spare my life, Demon-lover?"
Alisana's mind went wild with fury! She quickly moved to the injured captive with surprising speed, closing the gap between her and her prey.
The captive was too slow to react as something solid and swift collided with the side of his head. Everything became black and silent. "First of all, you shall show me respect! Secondly, you shall listen to my story-... Oh, my. Did I do that?" Alisana's unstable fury subsided upon investigating the damage she inflicted upon her captive. She inhaled through puckered lips, then spoke of the damage, "That will ache so very much when he awakens. No matter. At least now, he will listen without interrupting, or insulting, me."
Shaatom merely nodded, then took his place as a warden a few steps behind his Summoner.
The captive elf groaned and shook. His eyes struggled to open. His ears began to focus in on the sounds around him. One such sound became evident, and was only a foot to his right. He attempted to regain his full focus, trying to discover what the other voice was saying more clearly. "... And, so, I had abandoned that small cult, which held no true meaning in this world. They were like little children pretending to be something they were not. I found them here, on Kalimdor. Fancy that, hm? I learned what I could and ventured away from the marshes." The woman paused to gather her thoughts, "That knowledge was not gained without a price. I had to commit many sickening actions in order to learn what I know now, but I feel it was worth it. I hope that cult is rotting somewhere. What a terrible attempt at "appeasing the Burning Legion" they were. Anar'alah. Skipping forward, I soon found myself in the area known as "Desolace". Let me tell you, it really is desolate! Demons and other spooky creatures reside there. Perfect for me, I'll admit. Eventually, I found a means to perform the ritual of summoning that allowed..." "Does she ever stop talking?" He pondered silently. "... It was an absolute mess! If you ever desire to watch a group of Orcs degrade into beasts within a few hours, allow me to be the one to show you such entertainment. In any case, that was after they had beaten and subdued me for overthrowing their own warlock. The fool thought he would be the next "Gul'dan". I can only tolerate so much stupidity. She paused once more, looking around the area warily, "Fortunately, I successfully summoned forth Shaatom in a ritualist sacrifice while imprisoned. Using arcane magic to create a flimsy pocket dimension tends to work here and there, it seems. I never want to risk that again, however. I would've lost plenty of resources, and the will to live!" Alisana let out a sigh of adoration, "He was so kind as he entered our world. He threatened my life, I threatened his. 'I'll shatter your bones!' followed by 'I'll break your will!'. I enslaved him before he could react accordingly, and he set me free. Romantic, is it not? We've been together ever since. That small hovel of orcs became a mess. We departed and returned to the marshes, for now. Supplies were needed, and this is the only area with guaranteed, lively camps. Well, mostly." "Does she truly think I care?" The elf wondered. His vision blurred. His skull ached, and so, too, did his chest with each breath. "... Oh! You've awoken! Very good!" Alisana said excitedly. "Y-Yes... I am." The captive stated, wracked with pain. "Yes! Now I can finally ask you something." The woman said. Something in her tone hinted to a subtle, yet encroaching darkness. "What... would that be?" He asked, feeling more uneasy that earlier. "Is that your friend? Were you two, you know, 'committing to the dark ritual'?" Alisana grinned and winked slyly, nudging the other elf.
His heart sank. Everything became numb. His mind emptied itself of all other thoughts, except for those involving the marred corpse of a Human woman. His butchered love. "Judging by your expression and even-paler skin... Yes! Unfortunate, really. I would have enjoyed having you around as my own. All you'll do now is reminisce on the old times with your past lover." The Warlock said, a lack of true compassion in her words. "No, wait! I can be of use-!" His words fell on deaf ears as a dark aura encircled his chest. Agony beyond any mortal comprehension flooded his body as he slumped to the ground. His pain-wracked, fear-stricken expression remained as the only telltale sign of what had been his final moments. "Breakfast!" Alisana said cheerfully, "How thoughtful of you, Shaatom. Thank you for bringing this food! This should last quite a while."