Ish'kafel knelt before the Lich, his head humbly turned down.
"The girl," it came out as a sigh, so cold it sent chills down the Dark Seer's spine. "Where is she?"
"She hides in the Lunar Forest, where the moon shines brightest." said the Dark Seer.
"Send someone to get her, immediately." Kel'thuzad ordered.
"Yes, master." the loyal servant replied.
With dark magic, Ish'Kafel rushed down the barracks of undead, the demons and fiends feasted upon the flesh of the dead and rotting.
The Lord of Avernus stood atop the hill, in front of the ritual circle, the lesser demons of the underworld streaming out of it.
"Come, my soon to be brothers-in-arms!" Abaddon yelled over the wailing, tortured souls. "Come and let us right this unjust! No longer shall the humans reign over us! No longer shall these pitiful creatures hoard and prosper while the undead rots to oblivion! Come and aid us, fight and be part of a new empire!"
The death knight's encouragement sent the dark beings into a frenzied crowd of claws and teeth. Shouts, cries and hoots can be heard from the constantly growing army. All gazed up upon their new role model.
"Death to the humans!"
"Let us feed upon their flesh and souls!"
"Blood, flames and fury!"
The last line rang throughout the lands and invigorated the vast army.
"Blood, flames and fury! Blood, flames and fury! BLOOD, FLAMES AND FURY!" the chanting grew louder and louder. Swords clanged against shield, spears thumped the ground, feet stomped the ground. The rumbling ground could be heard from a mile away. The rhythmic beat made a primal feeling burn up from deep within.
A new figure appeared on the hill and the chanting ceased. An eerie silence came upon the vast field, a whistling wind blew. All peered at the new hooded figure. None saw his face, not even Abaddon, who stood directly beside him.
"It is I, the Dark Seer." Ish'kavel whispered.
"Greetings, Dark Seer. Speak." Abaddon replied.
"The Scourge needs your service. This quest requires your silver tongue and skills of enticement. It is of utmost importance."
"Who shall lead this new army? It is inexperienced but fresh. They need a good leader to shape them into a lethal weapon." The Lord of Avernus was looking forward to leading a new army. It was like a new scroll, so much promise. It all came down to who lays down the ink.
"Then I shall be a good blacksmith. I shall shape them. Prepare them. This quest needs your expertise."
"Then I shall go. This army had best be ready when I return."
"A young girl sleeps in the Lunar Forest, where the moon shines brightest. She has hair of gold and a dress or white. Bring her to us. She is young, feed her and she will follow, hit her and she shall bite."
"Like a dog," Abaddon sneered.
"She is dangerous, a woman has already died by her hands. And it was not of her intent. Imagine what she could do if she wanted to?" the Dark Seer's warning held much merit.
"I shall set forth immediately."
Without a word, Abaddon rode his horse away, turning his back on the horde of impatient demons.
A smirk flashed on his face. His eyes were set upon a bigger, better scroll.
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Demons and fiends, he leads the fierce,
With promises to kill, to feed.
But when a greater treasure appears,
He left, whilst blinded by greed.
