If this looks familiar, it's because it is! The original idea behind the T&A story. Obviously things have changed a bit, but half of it is word for word the same.
Yllithia felt drained. No, it was worse than drained, at least being drained she could rest and regain her strength in order to continue on, this wasn't the case. She was still standing and feverishly repeating the same incantations over and over again, only a name change every so often dictating who the receiver of her holy power would be this time. With each spell she felt herself slipping further and further into exhaustion, darkness teetering on the edge of her vision. No! She wasn't going to fail them, this band she happened to be thrown in with while exploring the new evils of the Outlands. Slow from her single minded determination she didn't notice the ethereal charging for her.
A hard jab shook her back into the chaos of the scene. Too many, there were too many of them. A simple shot of the warriors gun had not only got the attention of the group they planned to attack, but those around as well. He had cursed then just as he did now. Turning the warrior ran to aid Yllithia, the blows causing her to feel even more feeble in her attempts to keep everyone's souls intact. She called upon her priestess for protection, to place a small shield of air around her so she may continue on her cause, her priestess didn't answer. You're kidding me... Yllithia thought. In all my times of need she picks now to ignore my plea for help. The pain coursed through her as the ethereal swung again slicing her mid-section knocking the wind out of her as well.
The others must have seen this, the other restless spirits wishing to tear the party apart. They turned towards Yllithia, glee in their movements. She saw doom approaching swiftly. Just fade away. The thought took no more than an instant to toy with and she did nearly that. Doubling over in pain her form went incorporeal as if she'd turned to fog resembling that of her former being. Either the spirits believed they'd done their work in silencing the her for good, or were more amused by the warriors battle cry, they turned once again and joined the rest of her tiring adventurers in the fray.
She abandoned me...My goddess is gone and I'm left to fend for myself, what sort of loving goddess does that? Casting a quick mending spell on herself she rose with a new will, a new want. I shall show her that she does not grant the power.
Determined to see through this battle, darkness overtook her soul. The rage was quick to build and the spell spit out with a new found fury. "Come from the darkness, feast on their souls! Make their misery into my power and give me what I desire."
The shadow materialized in the blink of an eye. A hideous thing to most, some sort of deformed monster the likes of nothing found on Azeroth. It tilted his head back with a snarl that no ears could hear. It's razor like teeth gnashed in the darkness that it was. It was the shadows, not just of them. Eagerly it crawled forward towards it's prey, skittering on two thick beast-like arms, it's mound of a body dragging behind it, seeming to not hinder the horrors speed. Propping its self on one limb, its half body helping with support, the creature swung its claw-like arm at the nearest spirit. It's talons ripping the form from every plane not just the visual one.
Yllithia watched in delight. With every swing the beast got its fill on pain. With every swing she could feel herself being blanketed in darkness, drinking it up. Sorrow never felt so good. Rage kept her going. Determination to be more than even her lovely goddess was. The power of torment soothed her, quelled her fears. For she knew that there was always more than enough suffering in the world and she'd learned to draw upon it, with the fiends help she learned to harness their cries.
A wicked grin passed over her face as she muttered the spells of her healing goddess in a mocking tone. Oh no, we will survive, and we will do so because of the shadows, and not of the light. Content with her display of supremacy she drank up the last of the beast. Consuming his hatred and anger for her own uses as well. Oh yes. In the darkness there was power, and she'd learned to control it well.
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