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[Azreal Lu`Rael]

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Much had changed since the last time Azreal graced the undead city of Charnel Hill, glimpsing through the corrupted forest he could see a new looming structure over the city, the cathedral, it had become much more then it once was. Drawing closer Azreal could feel oblivions caress as it moved between the living structures, but more so the closer he drew upon this new cathedral.

The denizens of the accursed city went about much as they had prior to his departure but there was a new name upon their lips, a name unfamiliar to Azreal.

Levas.... certainly not a fresh ghoul nor lesser entropic servant... it was a name spoken with far to much frequency and reverence to be such...

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Several days had now passed, and it would seem another Lich Lord had ascended to power, this Levas. Azreal couldnt care less, he had seen several Lords of the Skull pass now and one more was no matter, they were all the same really in his eye. Serve of course, as always, but if this new lich should fall as well, Azreal would shed no tears for the fallen god. Though Azreal carried no sympathies within his black heart, the whole thing was a bit curious and so he began to wander about the city, looking for answers.

After wandering the city for sometime Azreal happened upon a familiar face, Drayek, a member of the orders shadows sect that certainly would have the answers he sought. Answered she had, enough to satisfy his curiosity at any rate. From the one called Drayek he had gained knowledge of the new lich and a basic feel of what had transpired since his departure, for a price of course. It would seem Drayek was most upset with a certain kindred’s passing and who better to comfort this tormented soul, but more then that, the disturbing images of her kin going mad before her eyes had distraught her immensely, answers she would seek in the remnants of her elder and mentor.

One of the last remaining elder vampires left in the realm had been made no more, his head severed from his body with the swift strike of a death knight’s axe, Azreal seemed to arrive just in time to witness the deed done. Zh'Azhak, Azreal had not foreseen his end so soon. Though of little consequence to Azreal, having had very little contact with the ancient outside of his duties to the Order and Oblivion, it was -almost- a sad parting with the numbers of the kindred falling into an abysmal finality.

The dust left by Zh’Azhak’s passing, a small reward for the information gleamed.

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The following days actually proved rather amusing, much to Azreals delight, a diversion or two or few from the mundane reality about him was always welcomed. It would seem the Lich Lord Levas had come to find and judge Lord Vaen of the Legion as being the Avatar himself, the so-called hero of Brittania and her peoples. Though Azreal found the whole thing a bit hard to believe he felt compelled to take part, perhaps snatch a peasant or two as he watched the show, cruel and cold hearted you may label this deed but they are not only tasty but also good for the economy. The lower class does nothing but take up and consume property that could be used for greater things; it was only natural for a noble such as Azreal to return the gesture. Moving on, the Lord of the Legion was eventually located within a tavern and brought back to the realm of the damned, much to his dismay to be sure.

"The Lich Lord must truly believe him to be quite dangerous to handle this kine personally, perhaps an indication of paranoia. Something to keep in mind for my future relations with this new Lich." Azreal thought to himself as he observed the scene before him upon the rooftop of the cathedral, “Lord Levas is quite talented, I must give him this. It is hard to imagine this kine has yet to beg for mercy, another thing to remember. I wonder where he got those boots….”

After quite sometime the Lich had finally finished and turned to tend to another prisoner, an excellent opportunity for Azreal to have some fun. With so much blood spilled, and the proud Lord lying upon the ground just pleading for Azreal to come and ravage him, it would be a sin to not partake in this pleasure.

Azreal moved his body slowly over Lord Vaens, running his fingers across his bloodied flesh, "My... what do we have here...", Azreal exclaimed. “You poor, poor man…”

Azreal couldn’t help himself; he simply had to have him. He teased him at first; tormenting and amusing himself with the Lords mental anguish, a fine spice to be sure as he lapped his tongue upon his warm blood stained skin.

Satisfying, mildly, though Lord Vaen did make a fine snack between meals. Perhaps in the future, when the Lord had mended, he would prove much more amusing. It was no great triumph to have him in such a defenseless state.

"Here.... clean his wounds with this...", the Ancient Lich hissed as he gave upon Azreal a bag of salts. "But of course my Lord...", was the only reply needed, and expected.

The thought was not appealing at first, Azreal wished to tease and smother himself in his pets despair, this much at least was satisfying. Of course, the blood was nice as well.

"Do it... Just do it..", Lord Vaen spoke towards Azreal.

"In good time...” a simple reply to be sure, more then kine was deserving of anyway; Lord Vaen should have counted himself blessed.

Lord Vaen, in a display of foolish kine behavior, grasped the bag of salt and tossed a handful upon Azreal. This would not do, not only was he being rude, salt could damage the material of his garments and that, would be unforgivable.

"These kine will never learn. Do they not understand we are their gods? Does he not understand I could end his pathetic existence with a simple gesture? Does he not know I am his god?”

The course of action was clear, the kine must be taught his place. Azreal was usually never one for violence but, when necessary he had no trouble slaughtering whomever would be unfortunate enough to cross his path, as long as he wasn’t wearing anything –too- expensive.

Azreal raised his right hand, his fingernails slowly extending into claws. Wasting no time he came down hard upon his flesh, slicing some of the flesh upon his face clean open. Yet one more cry of pain had come from this kine tonight, but it did not have to be so, if only he had remembered his place.

Azreal moved his head back and then quickly forward sinking his fangs deep into Lord Vaens tender flesh, tearing little chunks of flesh from his body. Raising his head so that he might see his face, with his free hand he took within it a pile of salt and in a blur began grinded it into the fresh wounds with great force. The cries of pain left him vulnerable and Azreal took advantage of it moving his lips upon Lord Vaens, the lich had sliced the lords tongue earlier causing his mouth to fill with his own life fluids, sinking his fangs deeply in a kiss Azreal took great pleasure in sucking and savoring the sweet crimson nectar from both his lips and the blood collecting in his mouth. Lord Vaen continued to cry out, best he could at any rate but there was little sound that could be heard now with Azreals tongue down his throat.

Azreal, having had enough with this kine, raised himself back upon his feet allowing the slaves to escort him to his prison cell to the east.

“He was a bit cold and stiff like a board but once he loosened up a bit he was not all that bad. I’ve had better…. From many. Nevertheless, not entirely unsatisfying.” Azreal spoke as he slowly ran his tongue along his lips, collecting the last droplets of blood.

Lady Molly's presence nearby certainly did not add to the mood, she was still bound to Azreal by the magiks of the High Priest Bal’Anon’Dak. This was yet another matter to tend to at a later time.

Azreal, with the night offering no further amusements, decided to retire to his lair deep within the corrupted forest to ponder and reflect upon the happenings of his day.

"Another Lich Lord, if what I have been told is correct Lord Admoreth went out with a bit of a bang", Azreal chuckled softly as he contemplated current events over a goblet of fresh blood provided by one of his blood dolls.

"I wonder how all of my little pets are faring...", Azreal begins to ponder, and “I imagine they miss me horribly, how unbearable their lives must be without me, I shall have to visit them Azreal spoke softly to himself, twirling a rose in his free hand, his gaze fixed upon it.

"Bur for now I shall tread carefully, but my time is close at hand, there can be no doubt of this."

Azreal glances up from the rose as a young girl is dragged naked and kicking towards him, a smile slowly begins to form upon his lips.

"A fresh addition I see, and she looks so lovely, so fresh", Azreal speaks gazing upon her bare form with a gentle smile. "She will do just fine, you may go". The nude servant bows and exits from the chamber after attaching her chains to the stone pillar before Azreal.

Well, I suppose there is time for a little more fun…



[OOC: Alot has happened since I have returned and I tried to include as much as I could into this post without it being twenty pages long, if I left anyone or any details out, my apologies. I also hope the post makes sense I wrote it so late, if not, I am sorry about that too ;p]