Lustful Dead, Chapter 1: Alyssa

The man walked through the mausoleum. It was cold, though seeing as he was accustomed to the wastes of Northrend, this seemed to be nothing. He unsheathed his great sword, saronite blade cool and dark blue, save the icy blue runes shining through it. He looked down, to see his marble-like complexion and deep cheeks and equally bright blue eyes, dripping raw frost magic into the air. Everything about this necromantic lord of death drew fear into the eyes of even the mightiest warrior, dare he challenge him. His name was Alecgos.

As his name suggests, he was indeed a Blue Dragon, in the highest order, a protectorate of Malygos. But that was before all this happened. Before the Scourge raided his home, and killed so many of his people, turning them into frost wyrms and flaming dragons of bone. He had been enraged. But he remembered little of it now. It didn’t matter either way. He’d just heard a noise. He advanced toward cover, seeing a door-less passage with a broken statue sticking out of it, he dove for it.

He was now in the dark stone ruins of an ancient building, full of broken marble statues. A soft noise came from some distance behind. Re-animation had enhanced his power and senses a great deal, a virtue of being the ultimate contender. The ultimate creation. He crept behind the wall and looked into the reflection of his sword, which he allowed to stick out the smallest bit. He saw a girl in robes walk out of a room with a gold and crimson item, of powerful magic from what he could tell. The girl was in a split red robes, trimmed with a gold-colored fabric. Upon further inspection, he saw that the robes were separate, a 6 inch long gap in between the bottom of the top, barely covering her breasts, and the beginning of the skirt, which had a split in the middle on both sides, and ended at the top of her shins. Her hair was a light auburn, scarlet mix, and she had the most beautiful green eyes.

Green eyes with no pupils. This stirred memories. He looked into his blade again. He looked very similar to this girl. Perhaps she could tell him about his past. He strode powerfully toward her, his sword following his stride in the strength that he inherently believed was his right to have. She looked up at him from where she was studying a map and screamed. “Scourge! The Scourge have returned to Lordaeron!”. “Quiet!”, he boomed in his hollow, frozen voice. “I’m not going to kill you if you give me what I want.”

Alyssa looked to man over. He was dressed in what was obviously broken saronite armor. The chest plate was little more than that, and only covered his breast. Where chain or scale male was obviously meant to be worn, there was none. He looked like a male version of the Dark Rangers, the deeply respected, and even more deeply feared banshee guardians of Lordaeron and the Undercity in particular. “What do you want from me?”, she said angrily, trying to shake his strong grip off of her wrist. A soon realized mistake, as the swift consequences were dealt. A sharp pain took her arm as it was twisted behind her, and used to lift her into the air.

She stared into his eyes, and saw the murder fill and empty back out. “Don’t struggle!”, he moaned through gritted teeth. The factor of the gritted teeth made little difference, seeing as his voice did not come from a larynx, but from a deep power in his chest. The power that turned the corpse of a legend into a legendary corpse. “I want to ask you some questions.”, he said, easing his grip and dropping her as quickly as he had grabbed her. She saw a bat above them. She opened her mouth to scream, but it was filled with the tip of a sword. The razor sharp blade cut the corners of her mouth where her lips met, and it widened itself. “I wouldn’t do that.”, he growled bleakly. “But then again, this situation is very familiar to me.” He circled her. “A Scourge soldier, an enemy she had been taught to fear since adolescence. Standing in front of her, holding her fate in his hands. His cold, merciless hands. She knew that she wouldn’t walk away from this.

“Who am I”, the monster said weakly and un-expectedly. “You’re a monster!”, she screamed back at him. “I know.”, he said. “Who WAS I?” She looked at him, saw the fear in his eyes, the veteran of the greatest war, who’d made the ultimate sacrifice in trying to save the world from the Scourge. His pride and spirit were broken. A veteran shouldn’t look like this, self pity in his eyes. She frowned. “What’s your name?”, she asked, more kindly, as if talking to a child. “I was Alecgos known as Alecgos in another life.” She thought about this deeply. She noticed “Gos” in his name, suggesting his was in the order of the blue dragons, a wyvern, whereas red dragons were wyrms. She didn’t know much of dragons, a simple student of magic, and astute scholar. But if she took him to her master… “Follow me.”, she said cheerily.

She began walking off. “Wait.”, he said, a simple one-word sentence. “How do I know I can trust you?”, he said, the argument already waring from his voice. He supposed he could just destroy her if she was tricking him…