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The arrival of Eloimaya Stormrage and the close escape of the beast that claims to name itself as John Lancer, has caused great mental stress for Tyrande, as the one who consorted with Illidan Stormrage and a potentially dangerous agent of the Legion seemed to have coincided in their paths.
"Warriors, restrain the demon! We will interrogate it and we will proceed to execution. I have a matter to discuss with this woman here."
IN THE TEMPLE
"Eloimaya, it seems that Elune has smiled upon you, and spared you from the beast's rampage. Are you all right?" Tyrande asked
"Yes, Lady Whisperwind. What I find strange though, is that it said that it was thankful for my safety. I heard of the interrogation matter. I wish to partake in the process, even if it is just to sate my curiosity." Eloimaya stated
"Very well, then. Another interrogator won't hurt the investigation. We will join the others." Tyrande spoke
"Raene, Ilyaria, Merah, and Silenia. We will have matters later about the beast. You will clearly explain the cause of this incident. Follow me to the dungeon. If nothing can be brought out from the demon, we will proceed to execution."
They entered a passageway to the dungeon, and descended down a flight of stairs to the holding area.
IN THE DUNGEON
John opened his eyes after he blacked out from the crash. He remembered that he almost ran over the night elf in his way
"God, I hope the girl is alright......" John woke up
Mannoroth and Magtheridon were two great examples of the annihilan race's savagery and destructive tendencies. He begged to differ from them, mostly in order to save his own skin.
John struggled with the chains, and decided that it was not worth grumbling over. When he heard several footsteps, he tried to stay complacent in order to prevent potential mishaps. But, he saw the girl that he almost ran over earlier. This caused him to sigh in relief. But, he saw the faces of the four Sentinels. He was going to have a lot of explaining to do.
"Beast! Why did you run from us? Explain!" Ilyaria spoke with anger
"Do you wanna know why? Because I will most likely DIE here! Is it always a bad thing to save your own skin??" John responded
"You may have fooled us with your deceptive qualities, but-" Merah was cut off
"For the last fucking time, I am not trying to fool any of you!!" He roared, and it echoed throughout the dungeon, causing the other prisoners to whimper, knowing that a powerful demon was now their neighbor in this prison.
"Ok, I know I look fugly, but I would never try to hurt any of you! It will most likely be you guys trying to hurt me! I may look fugly and scary, but I am not an evil person!" John continued
"Ahem, excuse me, beast?" Eloimaya spoke
"Oh! Thank God you're okay. I just wanted to leave this place. Sorry if I almost ran over you." John spoke sincerely
This made them wonder who or what this beast really is. Raene broke the silence.
"Why did you run the moment we loosened the binding spell for a while? A clear explanation I will demand."
"My clear explanation is that I do not want to DIE. Malfurion and Fandral would probably indulge in my torture and death, even if I had no thought of malice. Don't say I'm wrong, Lady Tyrande. No offense, but your husband at times can be so stuck-up like a clogged pipe." John stated
"You look like an agent of the Legion, yet you don't seem to be one. Why the scorn for my beloved, demon? I do not believe you have met him." Tyrande replied
"Yeah, but not in person. Your race is at war with the Horde, yet he acts like some carefree tree-hugging faggot! Tell you what, if you let me with you, I will fend off the Horde scampering around your areas. A win-win. I get my freedom, I also protect your lands!" John bargained
"You speak strangely, demon. Care to explain? Usually, your species are simple-minded brutes who are mostly incapable of complex mannerisms such as yours." Eloimaya asked
"I am just a human guy who died from electrocution in his own house! I really don't belong in this gigantic-ass body!" John exclaimed
"What do you mean you don't belong in that body? Start making sense!" Raene asked again, like before
"Back home, I died, and I woke up with this ginormous body!"
"Lady Tyrande. If he is as truthful as he says he is, then I will take him under my custody." Eloimaya spoke to Tyrande
"No! Impossible! These four couldn't even restrain him, let you alone. What makes you think he won't betray us?" Tyrande replied
"Haven't you seen his actions and heard his words? He is basically harmless. Has he ever tried to hurt any of you?? I don't think so. I think you are all just afraid of him." Eloimaya said with a straight tone
"He is a cunning demon who could kill us all and betray us to the Legion." Ilyaria spoke
"Which I will never do, you narrow-minded pompous bag of shit! What she says is true. Did I even try to hurt you four? No! I never wanted a fight! When you insisted on the court thing, I was scared, because I looked like a lamb to the slaughter! Would you want that?" John spoke at her
"Can I talk to this nice young lady privately? Don't worry, I can't escape. At least respect my time here!" John panned
The others decided to sit in a nearby room in the dungeon, and still kept their eye on the two.
"So, what is your name? I forgot to ask, I'm sorry, hehe. My name is John Lancer." John said
"You seem too nice for a demon. My name is Eloimaya Stormrage. I-"
"Wait, wait, wait, did you say Stormrage? Are you saying- gasp! Are you married to...... Illidan?" He asked
"Yes. I am." She answered
"So he finally got over Tyrande, huh? What a relief."
"How do you even know about those? These topics just seem too...juicy, for a demon like you."
"I'll explain all that later, lemoncakes. Now why did you want to take custody of me- Oh no. Are you trying to find him?! Have you gone batshit crazy? He's in Draenor!"
"So, if you come with me, you get your freedom. But you will help me in finding him." Eloimaya responded
"Fine. At least I'll be free. Deal."
"I'm glad that you accepted. My lady, he has accepted my terms. I request his freedom, in which he will be under my service."
With that, the cell opened, and he was glad to taste his freedom once again. His presence will have a great impact in the far future.
Thus, his adventures now truly begin.
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