"MAGE! Put down that bottle and give us some cover fire!" Yelled the orc as it looked up at the wall. Another battle on the beach outside Dominance Point. The mage that the orc had regarded perched on the wall rolling his eyes. Another swig of the bottle he held and a point of his finger turned a few humans to ashes as they disintegrated in black fire. He heard the orc sneer at him once ore, his response another roll of his eyes. 

It had been a week or so, he had lost count, since he had left the house in Ambermill. The door open and revealing a small figure in its frame. The last shred of his hopes gone after the encounter. He was no longer needed by her, so why the hell should he stick around? Naxevo's eyes shifted back to the battle as the haze in his eyes began to set in from the Pandaren brew he had consumed.

"Perfect...just what I needed." Nax thought as he tried to focus on the enemy. The tabards of red and blue mixed, his name was being screamed but it sounded distant. He aimed. 

"No! What are you doing mage?!" Naxevo struggled to focus as he could make out his black fire engulfing both red and blue. The orc down below bellowed up at him to get his act together or be relieved.

"Why does it matter? Either I'll kill you or someone else will. Nobody lives forever..." His head teetered back and forth as he again tried to focus on the battlefield. The statement was not applied to him. He would live forever. He would live with the hurt of past memories, both living in dead. He would live with people barking orders at him. Maybe she was right, maybe the undead were just pawns in there afterlife, only used. His eyes rolled once more as he took another swig and cast a spell. With more yells from bellow he vanished.

***

His eyes fluttered open into darkness. His head swiveled, trying to find a source of light. His head swiveled once more to the right and he was instantly blinded. In pain he shut his eyes and turned away as he felt the brightness grow. It grew to such an immensity that he feared he would go blind. Suddenly it stopped and Nax opened his eyes, groaning at what he saw. There before him was the Sha that had turned him into his male form. His body went numb as the Sha seemed to laugh at him, mock him.

"Well well, fleshling. We meet again. I must say you impress me. I have never felt someone feel so much doubt, so much anger, or sadness that you do. It would make me smile if I had a real mouth." Sha teldrils began to reach from him. Nax merely looked at them and sighed. He just didn't care anymore. He just wanted it over. He just wanted it...

As the Sha laughed in its ominous tone, Nax reared his head in pain. His scream the last to vanish as he again disappeared...

***

His body slammed onto the cold dead floor. The pain had subsided and Nax felt so much exhaustion, it was hard to keep his mind from slipping into the dark oblivion that was unconsciousness. When the fog cleared from his mind, his eyes fluttered open to observe his surroundings. What he saw made him think he was in another one of his nightmares. Gore. Blood. Bones. The walls, the ceiling, the floor. Everything around him was the epitome of death. Was this his resting place? Was this his part of hell that he'd be apart of for all eternity?

The laugh behind him made his skin crawl, almost peel of of his own bones, so that they would roll off of him and join the ones around him.

"Well well, I haven't seen you in awhile." said the maleficent voice. He couldn't dare look at what he heard from behind him. But he had no choice. His head turned and it felt like forever before he stared into the Fel green eyes. The eyes that he had once had himself, they eyes that seemed to be searing into his soul.

"Mal'Negor..." he thought as his body began to raise against its own will. His arms were limp, his legs were limp. He wish his head would slack so he didn't have to look into the demons eyes. His head tried desperately to move, but was stuck in its focus on the eyes.

"You know I've kept my eye on you since you purged yourself of the demonic taint. It hasn't been all to lonely, but I feel as though we needed to reconnect now. And the best part of this was that you made it more easy. Then again it's expected...from a torn soul." The demon spun its wrist around in a circle and Nax's body followed.  

"Why doesn't he just kill me?" Nax wondered as he spun like a rag doll. The demon regarded him and smiled a devilish grin. The claw not spinning Naxevo held up and object that shimmered in the dim light. Naxevo's eyes widened as his form began to struggle more. The object began pulsating, slow at first but began to pick up in rhythm. Naxevo's body began to drift towards the object as a swirling black hole began to swirl out from the crystal.

"Because Veldor...I'm going to use you." The demon laughed as he finally let Nax's mouth free. Naxevo bellowed out a roar of anger before his body was sucked into the void of the crystal, the roar cutting off and echoing throughout the halls. The demon sat back, looking at the now burned image of his failure that resided on the crystals surface. The demon caressed the prison, like a mother to her child.

"Absolutely perfect..." it cooed, before his form began to shrink in size. Its purple flesh became cold and pale. Its horns shrunk into its skull. The claws shortened and its legs went from hooves to feet. Hair sprouted from its crown, jet black and long. Its eyes began to lessen in fel green and took on a more light bluish tint, tiny felgreen pupils forming in the center small enough to not be noticeable. When the transformation was complete the creature strode over to a mirror and admired his work. The crystal in his hand shrunk to the size of a small jewel, a feliron chain fashioned itself around the jewel to form a necklace. The demon put the necklace around its neck, grinning. 

"Now the game begins..." it chuckled as it vanished. The sounds of a battle on a beach, music to its ears....