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"Did you hear, Prince Alastor just took down an Ork tribe near Stromgarde"
Why....
"These new harvesters and planters almost make my work too easy haha Light bless the prince"
Always that name...
"Controlling magic hasn't ever been this easy after I started using Occlumency, Look out everyone since I'm gonna be a full fledged Mage in no time!"
...Always.....
"The miracle prince has become a Saint? Not surprising honestly with how valorous and honourable he is, if anything it was only a matter of when he would have been chosen by the Light"
ALWAYS!
"Azeroth is blessed to have him"
"We're blessed to have him"
"Hail our heroic prince!"
alastor.....Alastor.....ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!ALASTOR!
"Hahahahaha! Pathetic no wonder he overtook you so easily, you're quite the fickle mortal aren't you?"
A voice that seemed to change it's tone and pitch every next moment said mockingly.
"Such hate, pride, loathing and jealousy under that veneer of righteous, such delicious taste"
Another voice but this being both sensual and terrifying at the same time said with perverse glee.
"So much pain you have child, why not let it go and embrace the loving arms of our grandfather"
This one spoke with a love but in such a tone and way that would make one feel as if maggots themselves were burrowing in.
"Coward! Weakling! Where is your rage! WHERE IS YOUR WILL BOY!"
The last voice was dipped in wrath and excluded so much bloodlust that it seemed that blood would start flowing from the very air.
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"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Arthas woke up screaming in equal parts fright and rage as he looked around his tent frantically.
A guard quickly entered the spacious tent and looked at him worried.
"My prince! is everything alright? I heard you scream?"
Arthas turned to him and found that he was panting and sweating bullets, he took a couple of deep breaths before speaking.
"I'm fine...I just had a nightmare it's all, return to your post"
"At once my prince"
Arthas watched the guard leave and quickly got up and made his way to a basin filled with water to get a drink only to pause as he looked at his reflection in it and saw himself pale.
He shook his head to clear his thought as he took multiple large gulps of water before donning his Paladin armour.
But try as he might he could not get the dream out of his mind specifically the part regarding 𝔞l҉𝔞s҉𝔱o҉𝔯.
Arthas scowled as he though his "friend".
Perfect Heroic Alastor, the miracle prince who could do no wrong and was a advent of better times.
Shaking his head once more he left his tent to handle more important matters.
Specifically those regarding the Black mage resurgence.
For months Arthas along with other prominent Paladins had led Church forces across Lordaeron's territory to hunt down any Black Mages and gather whatever intel they could to the whereabouts of their leadership.
Suffice to say it was not going well for the Paladins.
Arthas himself had hunted down a group of Black Mages from a cult known as the Kin of the grandfather.
Good news was that Arthas and his forces were able to corner the cult's leader and Arthas personally killed him as well while his forces slaughtered the rest.
Bad news there was barely any information on the other cults they found aside from a correspondence where the now dead Cult leader had delivered something to someone called Malak?
Arthas felt a bit guilty but he was thankful of the situation since it allowed him to keep his mind out of other matter.
A scene of a gorgeous blonde woman dancing with a handsome young man with black hair and indigo eyes passed through his mind.
Now he was in the Northern parts of Lordaeron trying to find any lead on this man called Malak.
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Unknown to Arthas he was being observed by Malak and Ramsey through a scrying spell.
"Him? Are you serious Malak?" Ramsey looked at his fellow champion of Chaos but one he held no illusions of overcoming.
"Yes Ramsey, him"
"But....But he's a Paladin! Malak you, I hell every single one that is aligned with the Ruinous powers on the planet knows that the Light is a natural counter against Chaos"
"Especially Paladins who regularly infuse themselves with it, this boy is considered exceptional even amongst them and he's the one you wish to convert!?"
Ramsey looked at Malak like he was the one that had gone insane yet from what he remembered he was the Champion of Tzeentch not him.
Malak only gave him dark smile as his amber eyes glinted.
"That is why you still have not gained a substantial boon from your master Ramsey despite being one of his champions"
"Indeed the Holy Light is a very troublesome foe especially when we use our gifts but while it indeed makes it's users formidable foes it does not make them.....infallible"
Malak's hand turned into claws as he trailed a claw against the image of Arthas and conjured another image this one being of Alastor.
"Envy, Inferiority, Arrogance and hate tend to make very good motivators, especially for a talented prince who was so effortlessly overcome by another"
Ramsey recognized the image. "The Primarch? But from what I heard both the Lordaeron prince and the Primarch are friends."
"Were, or at the very least when we consider Arthas, most likely the Primarch still considers him a friend albeit an estranged one"
Malak conjured images of Alastor and put them alongside Arthas as Ramsey's eyes glow with understanding and his smile turns manic.
"Oh I think I see now, oh how delicious. He's practically a lamb halfway ready for Slaughter"
"Good, leave Arthas to me I am sure I can convince him, you go north and start the preparations at Silvermoon"
"I'll be off then but I'm just asking where is the damn Ork?"
"Are you missing your sparring partner"
"I dearly hope she who thirsts claims your soul" Ramsey said with a dark look.
"Who knows, but to answer your question, Gul'dan has left for the Savage Lands to start his preparations in the South as well"
Ramsey nods and with a wave of his hand opens a Warp rift and enters it.
Malak also undid his spells and opened his own warp rift to leave. "Soon, all will be enlightened."
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