“If it sets you free, child, then let it be done quickly. Do what it was you searched me for.” Said Tyrande.

“HE KILLED ALL BUT ME! EVERYONE! HE PULLED OUT ALINA’S HEART WITH HIS BARE HANDS AND FEASTED ON IT RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES!!”

A demonic aura formed on Erin’s right arm; it began to solidify and take the shape of a glowing red scythe. It glowed with demonic runes and hummed with a tune that rattled the cold air.

“Erin, DO IT!!”

Erin’s mind was broken as she is driven to the brink of insanity. She was torn between suffering eternal pain and to complete the task she was given. Her psyche snapped when the red scythe turned blue. She let out a banshee’s cry, with tears running from her eyes she cried out.

“I LOVE YOU, PRIESTESS!!”

Tyrande’s head went flying in a clean arc after it was separated from the body. It was a swift slice through the neck that Erin did, just how her mentor taught her. The head landed next to her right foot, eyes closed. Erin looked at it, tears still running down her cheeks…

*******

“If you want to die, I will have to ask you to do something for me,” offered the nefarious Dreadlord.

Erin looked up at her tormentor’s face, hoping for mercy.

“I will have you bring me Tyrande Whisperwind’s head.”

She could not believe what Fearoth just said.

“Otherwise,” he continued, licking his claws. “I will kill you, and leave you to regenerate. Then I will kill you again. And again. And again, until I have the Priestess’ head.”

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