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| - He awoke to the press of lips on his, and smiled to himself, thinking that this was shaping up to be the best morning in a long, long time. He peeked out through half-closed lids to make sure it was who he thought it was. Satisfied, he closed his eyes again and lost himself in the moment. "Well love, I must say that peaceful mornings like this come far to irregularly, what do you think?" Bhasu sighed. He looked to the face of his lover, but something seemed wrong. Something seemed to be bothering her. "What is it?" "Of course, wouldnt any of us?" "Another one?" A hollow voice said to the night.
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| - He awoke to the press of lips on his, and smiled to himself, thinking that this was shaping up to be the best morning in a long, long time. He peeked out through half-closed lids to make sure it was who he thought it was. Satisfied, he closed his eyes again and lost himself in the moment. "Well love, I must say that peaceful mornings like this come far to irregularly, what do you think?" Bhasu sighed. He looked to the face of his lover, but something seemed wrong. Something seemed to be bothering her. "What is it?" "I have been dreaming of our lost immortality Bhasu. If I told you I found a way to reclaim it, would you take it?" She said, peering into his eyes, leaning in to kiss him again. "Of course, wouldnt any of us?" "Good.....good!" She cackled, her voice growing colder and hollow. "I would so hate to se one of your potential wasted away by the plague,joining the ranks of our enemies." And with that, the illusion began to fade. The tranquil home in Silverpine forest, the warm bed, the lips kissing him; all grew dark and cold. He realized just whos kiss he had been given, and began to try to fight, only then realizing he was chained to the wall. Memories flooded back, and he put the past few days together, jumped in the Eastern Plaguelands..the burning wound,blacking out from fever. So he hadnt died there. A pity. This was worse than death. Or, becoming Scourge would be worse than death. Sylvanas had offered him something. Immortality. He looked into her coldly beautiful face. Radiating hate, and pity and jealousy towards him all at once. She was remembering, remembering her life and rebirth most likely. "You gave me a choice?" He gasped out, as the pain began to take hold. "It truly isnt much of a choice. You die in mindless fury, are reborn, and we destroy you; or you die in maddening fury, and are reborn as one of mine. I thought you would make the smart choice. It would have been such a waste of your beauty and potential She said, moving in and licking the side of his face. It will hurt, as the plague destroys your body. It hurts us so much more, the humans have no idea. But it will end. And you will be reborn free, owing me only your immortality, for helping guide you to awaking in freedom." His mind shifted to his love, and his crew. How would he let them know what happened? "My...friends.." He choked out, his glowing eyes beginning to darken. "Ah yes. Friends, and the lover you spoke of. I could be her, you know. Your last kiss being mine was truly inspiring. But, nonetheless, I will make this promise to you, as payment for that kiss. As you grow in power, as one of mine, I will lock the ability to take your old form from time to time away inside you. I am not heartless, and a stolen kiss of true love is worth quite a bit. Also.." she cackled. "It will make you my perfect infiltrator. You are my sorrow born. Your old life ending with so much unfinished. You will hate me for not letting you rest, for a stolen kiss. For your rebirth in sorrow. Mark my words it is not a curse, for being Scourge is so much worse. And I did let you choose." Bhasu slumped in the shackles, the weight of her words, and the plague running its course. He had so much more he wished to do, and now it would be forever out of reach. Maybe this is what goes through all their minds, he thought. He looked at Sylvanas' cold, beautiful, smiling face as his vision began to dim, and the unending promise of his night-elf life gave way to the soul crushing weight of undeath. "You will learn to thank me and to love me..." but the rest was lost in unconsciousness. And there was not the blackness he normally expected, but searing agony. Red, burning pain lashed at his mind, tore at his soul, images of his life played out before him, and he awoke. He sat up stiffly in the minutes before dusk.. "Another one?" A hollow voice said to the night.
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