Arise, King

He normally did not sleep...

Elfangor had finally come to grips with the fact that he was no longer nocturnal. But even so, the idea of sleeping during festivities such as this was ridiculous. The sounds of music, the smell of freshly poured alcohol, and the cheers of men and women all around him of every race would be enough to lift the spirits of even a death knight.

"Kingslayers... pfeh..." Wiping some of the drool from his stubbled face, the night elf looked around. Song and dance and merriment all around. Yet none of it could wash away the horrors of the last few hours. Screaming souls, and the sound of a blade hitting the mutilated flesh of perhaps the most horrific behemoths the demon hunter had ever beheld. The raid upon Icecrown Citadel was not an easy victory, let alone the battle against the dreaded king himself.

Shaking his head, Elfangor burried his nightmares in the dwarven stout beside him. Next to him lay his bloodied sword and remnants of his armor. The Ashen Verdict had won and the safety of the world seemed assured. This was more than the demon hunter could ask for.

Yet...

As he looked around, one familiar face seemed lost. One who should be celebrating more than any of the rest.

"Where is he?"

The realization dawned upon him like a hammer against newly forged steel. Rushing outside of the tent, his fears became materialized as Elfangor looked upon a set of tracks in the snow... tracks leading away from the light and merriment. Away from the hope tomorrow would bring. Away... and back to the terror that still loomed high in the sky.

"No... no, no, NO! GAN!!!"




Everything... everything he had ever imagined had led to this moment. The cold wind seemed to urge him onward. Closer... closer... closer. All his plans would now come to pass. The dark knight at last beheld the stairs to the great citadel.

There was beauty even in such a dark spectacle. All of Northrend was indeed very beautiful. Mortals and their wars would continue to scar the land... but no longer. With a smile, Ganoes Winterwolf ascended the stairs to the dark fortress.

The Lich King had the means, but not the right idea. His army and power would soon be Ganoes's. As he ascended the citadel a curious thought dawned upon him.

"It's time to take the future into my hands. The possibilities are limitless." His daughter would've thought so. Eve... beautiful young Eve. Everyone and everything he had fought for had perished in the terrible wars of this world. The damnable elf could not stop what would happen on this day.

The icy spire had crumbled and the body of the first Lich King had fallen away from the helmet. But Ganoes had seen where Arthas had fallen. Donned now in the dark king's armor, Ganoes moved closer to the fabled weapon Frostmourne. With his phylactery in one hand, the mad death knight reached for the sword in the other. His fingers had just touched the hilt-

"Ganoes!" The elf had come. Perhaps he was not as stupid as the knight had believed.

"You've come. Good. Perhaps it is best that at least you witness this."

"Don't do this, Ganoes. I know I've wronged you in the past, but if you take up that blade here-"

"DON'T tell me about what is best demon hunter. You could not understand." The knight's fist cleanched. "You tried to take her away from me.."

"Ganoes... "

"NO!" his voice echoed throughout the entire citadel. "I've heard enough. The time for half measures and talk is over. I will right the wrongs of this universe. The titans will bow to my might. You cursed mortals continue to inspire wickedness wherever you walk. The Alliance and the Horde are the same in this!" He grasped the blade. "I will bring my own order to this universe. And it starts WITH THIS!" Ganoes took up frostmourne only to find another sword against it. "So be it, Shadowfury. DIE! DIE WITH MY FAMILY!" The mad knight swung the sword quickly against the night elf.

Battle ensued across the citadel. The two blades clashed fiercly against one another until at last, the night elf's strength had faded.

"Your... s-soul... isn't... compromised... my friend..."

Ganoes laughed.
"That's probably one of the things I admired about you, Elfangor... your unfailing ability to try to see the good in others. But you're a fool."

Ganoes hadn't realized that he had dropped his phylactery in the battle.

"Then I'm sorry Ganoes..." Elfangor took a step closer to it. "But I must safeguard the world." In a flash, a fireball loosed from the elf's hand and hit the phylactery dead on.

With a scream of horror, Ganoes fell to his knees as if on fire. Watching, as his soul burned, Elfangor slowly stepped back and finally left the citadel. A tear fell from the night elf's bound eyes and froze as it hit the ground.

The flames eventually died out and only then did Ganoes stir. With a groan he used frostmourn to steady himself. Now they all would pay.

"I... arise... king..." the knight choked as he donned the Lich King's helmet.



((This is most DEFFINATLY not my best work. I wrote this rather hastily as I have somewhere to be atm. This is just the beginning of it all.))

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