Thalias: Part 36

     The demon was restrained in the Argent tent on the tournament grounds. Her tail whipped about the area and her wicked smile and deathly stare frightened anyone that came near.
     The rogue that caught the rampaging demon leaned against the wall, undaunted by her gaze.
     "If I break out of these bonds, your soul will be the first I devour, mortal!!!" The demon screeches, rattling her chains violently.
     "You said that ten minutes ago." The rogue snorted, tapping out the rhythm of a hymn on the wall with his finger tips. With a free hand he pushed an unruly lock of hair back behind his ear and sighed. What is taking the Argent Confessor so long?

     A few moments later, the Confessor Paletress and a group of presets and priestesses appeared, along with the lord of Stormwind.
     Varian showed signs of distress, staring at the demon in disbelief that she was his fiancee.
     The demon cackled. "What's the matter, mortal king? Not impressed with her new form?" She flashed him a malice grin, showing of dagger-like teeth.
     Varian snarled. "Begin the exorcist, confessor!"
     Confessor Paletress nodded, she opened a prayer book and began to chant from it as the fellow priests raised their palms at the demon. Their hands glowed with the beautiful golden light as the demon screeched, her shadowy veil beginning to dissipate.
     A dark pulse radiated from the demon as her veil returned. The glow from the priests' hands vanished as the demon gazed at them with furious red eyes. She began speaking in demonic as a dark magic swirled around the group of five priests circled around her. The black magic constricted around them and threw them out of her presence. "Your pathetic Light is useless!!"
     The confessor's eyes narrowed slightly. "This night elf doesn't belong to you, foul creature!" Her own hands glowed as she raised them towards the demon.
     It roared in searing pain, but still managed to shoot Varian a wicked grin. "If you dispel me... she'll die."
     Varian's eyes widened in shear horror. "STOP!" He grabbed the channeling priest be her shoulders, disrupting her concentration. "There has to be another way!"
     "Perhaps I can help!" a voice rang from behind them.
     Varian and the confessor looked. It was a female warlock. She had wavy brown hair and soft brown eyes. She was garbed in mostly black and silver with a succubus at her side. The warlock smiled softly. "Greets, your Majesty. Argent confessor. Perhaps I can reason with her; demons are my specialty."
     Varian was desperate at this point. "Very well,"
     The warlock, named Ellanoraa, stepped in front of the demon.
     She cursed at the warlock in demonic.
     "Now, there's enough of that." Ellanoraa placed a charm on the demon to translate her slurs into Common.
     "Foul warlock!" she screeched.
     "Sylia, see if you can talk some sense into her."
     Sylia, the succubus, stepped up. "Possession. Really?" The succubus snorts a taunting laugh. "Saregarus would be so disappointed in you."
     The demon growled. "As would he for you being reduced to a pet!"
     Sylia bared her teeth, slicing the side on the demon's face with her whip.
     The demon snarled, her tail thumping against the ground. "Very well... I shall return this pathetic night elf to you." She grinned. "Though if you attempt an exorcist again... I will kill her."
     The demon faded away leaving Ruki, terrified and exhausted, tied against the wall.
     Varian used Shalamayne and cut her chains and hugged her tightly, burying his face in her neck.
     A hunter, the same that helped slay Onyxia some years ago, clapped Ellanoraa's shoulder and smiled at her as she turned her head and smiled back.
     Ruki weakly spoke in Varian's ear. "Don't let him take me again..."