Elvae sat at the foot of his bed, wearing nothing but his night-pants, and a brooding expression. He had finished his lecture hours ago, and was finally getting prepared for bed, but not without having done some brooding. In his mind, it was the thing he was best at.
He loosed a sigh, shaking his head, before glancing at the crackling fireplace in the corner of the room. With a wave of his hand, the flames died. Standing, he walked to the side of his bed, and began to pull back the blanket, when he heard a crash downstairs. He flinched, rising to his full height, clenching his fists.
"Who's there?" he called out, squinting. He always told his friends, if they needed a place to stay for the night, don't hesitate to come to him. He left a spare key under the doormat, and most knew that. But most didn't enter unannounced.
When no reply came, Elvae started for the open door of his room, before a reply came. Though not one he was expected.
Heavy footsteps, had begun to ascend the stairs. No. Not footsteps. Elvae curled his upper lip in a silent snarl, blue lightning crackling to life in each hand, as he stood, staring at the doorway.
The sounds grew louder and louder as whoever it was came closer to the doorway, before finally, the being entered Elvae's sight. His breath caught in his throat.
"I told you the last time we met on this wretched planet, Elvae. No one will ever accept you after everything you've done," Vorinclex said, leaning down to step into the room. Elvae didn't hesitate, holding both hands up and sending two lightning bolts at the Nathrezim's chest. Vorinclex, faster than one his size should have been able to, side-stepped and leapt forward, grasping both of Elvae's wrists.
Elvae let out a growl as his arms were wrenched to the side, before lifting his right leg and aiming a kick at the demon's knee, though Vorinclex was prepared, as he brought his own leg up and met Elvae's hoof with his own, the impact sending shockwaves through Elvae's leg.
The Nathrezim used this opportunity to lean back, and bring both horns cracking down, hard, on Elvae's crest. Elvae's face scrunched up in pain, but he shook his head, lightning sparking to life in his hands once again, before grasping the Nathrezim's forearms, even as the demon still held his wrists, sending bolts of electricity up the Nathrezim's arms.
Vorinclex recoiled, throwing Elvae backwards towards the bed, unfurling his wings to float back a few steps, baring his teeth. "I told you, Elvae! Your 'friends' will never accept you!" Vorinclex roared, fel magic coming to life in each of his clawed hands. Elvae had flown back and landed hard against the wooden frame at the foot of his bed. Dazed, he stood, wavering slightly, more lightning crackling to life in his hands.
"I knew there would be those who cannot see me as anything but a demon. But it is my duty to tell them, regardless of how I believe they will react."
Vorinclex roared with laughter, shaking his head. "You are nothing but a demon, Elvae! You have been, and always will be, Man'ari. The instant you took the fel into your veins, you signed away your right to become anything but, how is that so hard for you to understand?"
Elvae clenched his jaw, his eyebrows forming a "V" above his eyes. "I choose my own way. I chose my own way thousands of years ago when I abandoned you and the Legion. My destiny was not to serve as a pawn for Sargeras."
Vorinclex rolled his eyes, raising his hands to his sides, wings completely unfurled. "Then what is your destiny, Elvae? Enlighten me." Elvae's expression hardened. "To spread as much good in this life as I can, until the Shadowlands take me."
Vorinclex once again howled with laughter, shaking his head. "Spreading good will not bring back those you have murdered, Elvae. It will not save you. Your soul is eternally tainted, surely you cannot be so naive as to believe that you can atone for your sins. They are innumerable."
Elvae suddenly flung both bolts of lightning at the Nathrezim, two more following quickly behind. Vorinclex scoffed and dove under them, before fel-chains flew from his hands and wrapped around Elvae's throat. A choked gasp escaped Elvae's lips, before Vorinclex yanked on the chains, bringing Elvae to his knees. Elvae's hands went to the chains around his throat, grasping them tightly, attempting to put up some sort of resistance.
Vorinclex, smirked playfully, shaking his head. "Once, I offered you a spot at my side. I offered you the chance to return to your rightful place, within the Legion's ranks. And you declined." He steps forward, keeping the chains taut in his hands. "Now? Now, there will be no mercy shown. No quarter given. You had your chance, and missed it. Now, you will pay, with more than your life. You will pay with the blood of your new family, as you once paid with your daughter's."
Elvae's eyes sparked, and a fierce, though choked, cry came from his lips, as he got one hoof beneath him, and flung himself at the Nathrezim, letting go of the chains, both fists alight with blue lightning. A small smirk spread across Vorinclex's lips as he dropped the chains and side-stepped, bringing his right hand around and swiping at Elvae as he flew past, through the doorway.
His massive claws caught Elvae across his bare chest, and he landed roughly on the floor, blue blood spurting from the wound. Elvae clasped a hand over his chest, groaning, though his expression remained fierce, defiant. He rolled over on his back, sending another lightning bolt at the Nathrezim. Vorinclex raised a hand and caught it, quirking a brow. "Have you forgotten who I am, Elvae?" he says, the lightning bolt fizzling to nothing in his palm.
Elvae clenched his fist, his other hand now covered in his own blood. "I haven't forgotten that you like to fuck with my head, when I'm sleeping. You couldn't allow me two peaceful nights of sleep in a row, could you?"
Both of Vorinclex's brows raised. ". . . you think you're sleeping?"
Elvae's blood ran cold, and his eyes widened.
". . . you're not here," he said, quietly. The Nathrezim chortled. "Oh, Elvae." A torrent of fel magic enveloped the demon, and he began to de-materialize from the hooves up.
"I told you. You will burn." With that, the Nathrezim was gone.
Elvae lay there, blood spurting from his chest, staring at where the demon had once stood. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to his hooves, looking down at his wound. Nothing he couldn't heal from.
I need to wake up, he thought, closing his eyes. After several moments, he opened them again.
Nothing had changed.
No. . . no. No. he thought, over and over again, slamming his eyes shut again, before opening them, finding still nothing had changed. He growled frustratedly, clenching his fist.
". . . campus. I need to get to campus," he said quietly, glancing around frantically.
Not again, he thought.
I won't let it happen again.