The teleportation spell whisked us away seamlessly, depositing our group near the towering spires of Karazhan. Among us stood Llane, Anduin, several mages, including Hugarin, brother of the deceased Huglar, and another member of the Council of Tirisfal, Aegwynn, and myself.

Aegwynn mentioned a friend who would be joining us, and at first, I didn't fully grasp the significance. However, as a portal materialized nearby and a male elf with azure hair stepped through, I was taken aback.

'A blue dragon,' I mused silently as I observed the dragon engaging in greetings with the rest of the party. The appearance of such a majestic creature was unexpected, yet somehow fitting for the fight that were going to happen in Karazhan.

"Greetings, demon. My name is Arcanagos," the blue dragon introduced himself to me, his tone tinged with disdain.

"Val-Beleth," I replied tersely, reciprocating his demeanor. If he showed me no goodwill, then I saw no reason to extend any to him.

Our group soon set off on horseback, though mine was no ordinary horse but an arcane steed conjured by Aegwynn herself, as regular horses seemed to take a disliking to me.

'I must find a mount in Sheogh,' I mused silently, eyeing the distant spires of Karazhan and the bustling crowd gathered before it. Guards and noblemen swarmed around the tower like ants clamoring for entry.

Amidst the throng, I sensed the presence of several individuals who were not what they appeared to be—around a dozen powerful demons, expertly concealed. Closing the gap between myself and Aegwynn, I promptly informed the group of my discovery.

"I don't detect anything," Aegwynn frowned, her expression puzzled. "Are you sure?"

"Without a doubt," I assured her, scanning the group of people before us. "I can dispose of them without a problem. Enter the tower and leave them to me."

Aegwynn nodded, signaling the commencement of our plan. With a clap of her hands, she dispelled every spell surrounding the crowd, revealing a dozen demons, including Wrathguards , two observers, and a female Eredar. Their hateful glares met ours as Aegwynn and Arcanagos conjured arcane energy, teleporting the entire crowd to a location we had previously discussed.

"Are you certain we can trust you to handle them?" Aegwynn questioned, her gaze fixed on the demons.

"Absolutely. Go ahead, it'll provide more souls for me," I replied with a wicked grin, watching as the group vanished, leaving the entrance to Karazhan unguarded.

"After them!" the Eredar shouted, but I erected a wall of flame, blocking their path.

"If you wish to pass, you'll have to go through me!" I declared, anticipation coursing through my veins as I prepared for the impending carnage.

"I don't know who you are, but you're defying the Legion!" one Wrathguards roared, his voice dripping with venom as he charged towards me. Swiftly, I dismounted my steed, drawing my sword in one fluid motion.

"A demon not aligned with the Legion like you deserves to be tortured and brought back into the ranks!" he snarled, his eyes blazing with hatred.

"The Legion are nothing but marauders who leave destruction in their wake," I spat, my grip tightening on my sword as I summoned a red portal with a crushing motion of my hand. From the depths of Sheogh emerged a dozen demons, mainly Horned demons and one Succubus. They rushed instantly towards the Burning Legion's demon, their twisted forms eager for battle.

Amidst the chaos, I watched as the Eredar created three portals, from which Imps emerged, their magic crackling ominously in their hands.

With a wicked grin, I surged forward, meeting the Wrathguards head-on. Dodging two beams from the Observers' eyes, I focused on the Wrathguards. Our blades clashed with a thunderous clash, sending sparks flying and causing the ground beneath us to crack.

With a surge of power, I pressed forward, overpowering the Wrathguards . His dual swords struggled to withstand the force of my onslaught, and with a final, savage blow, I cleaved him in half.

This time, unlike before, I savored the sensation of consuming his soul as I surged towards the next target—an Observer. With lightning speed, I darted through the air, evading the deadly beams of fel magic aimed at me. With a fierce roar, I impaled the Observer, his tortured soul joining the others I had claimed.

Surveying the battlefield, I saw the demons from Sheogh being pushed back by the relentless assault of the Legion. Three Horned Demons lay lifeless on the ground, their twisted forms torn apart by the enemy. The Succubus, once a seductive temptress, now fought desperately against the cruel magic of the Eredar, her screams echoing across the battlefield.

With a snarl, I cast an enhancing spell upon myself, feeling power surge through my veins. My muscles bulged, and with a thunderous roar, I charged forward, shattering the ground beneath me as I closed in on two Wraithguards.

My sword sliced through the air in a deadly arc, cleaving the first Wrathguards in half with brutal efficiency. But the second Wraithguard was ready, his blade intercepting mine with a deafening clash, the force of the impact sending shockwaves through my arm.

'This one is stronger' I thought as I looked at the red armored Wraithguard

"You are strong," he grunted, attempting to force me back. But this time, I gripped my blade with both hands and struck with all my might. He tried to parry, but my weapon shattered his feeble defense, finding its mark in his flesh.

With a grim grunt, I absorbed his soul, fueling my power. I swiftly scattered fire traps across the battlefield, a deadly obstacle for the Legion's demons. Then, I unleashed three bolts of searing fire magic towards the Eredar. She attempted to counter with fel magic, but my spells overwhelmed hers, draining the life and souls from her summoned Imps.

As the battle raged on, my demons began to overpower the Legion's forces. Two Wrathguards met their end in the fiery traps, their souls adding to my strength. I surged forward, my power growing with each fallen foe.

I rushed toward the Eredar as she was the bulk of the problem. She pointed her hands at me and murmured something, I sensed something growl at me as I sensed my body become slower and something seemed to stir inside my body

'A curse' I grunted my teeth as I arrived in front of her, her skin hardenned up suddenly as my sword gritted against her skin instead of cleaving her as I thought.

'Demon skin' I cursed as I saw the defensive spell,

She attempted to disengage, but I refused to let her escape. With a swift motion, I seized her hand and conjured a blazing inferno within my grasp. The flames engulfed her, searing through her demonic flesh with merciless intensity. Her hand vanished in the explosion, a visceral display of my power.

In a desperate attempt to evade my wrath, she dodged my sword strike. But I anticipated her move, hurling the blade at her with deadly accuracy. Startled, she dodged once again, leaving herself vulnerable.

With a surge of ferocity, I bolted towards her, seizing her head between my hands. With all my strength, I exerted pressure, intent on crushing her skull. With a sickening crack, her head collapsed like a ripe fruit, splattering gore across my armor.

I flung her lifeless body aside and consumed her soul with a savage hunger. It pulsed with potent energy, a testament to her formidable magical prowess. As I savored the taste of her essence, a surge of power coursed through me, amplifying my own magical abilities.

I retrieved my sword from the ground, its blade stained with the blood of my enemies. With a fierce determination, I charged towards the remaining Wrathguards, my steps leaving crimson imprints in the earth. The Observer had fallen, slain by the dying Succubus, leaving only a few adversaries left standing.

With a primal roar, I unleashed a relentless assault, my blade cleaving through flesh and bone with savage precision. The battlefield became a maelstrom of blood and gore as I cut down the last of the Legion's demons. With each swing of my sword, I felt a surge of exhilaration, a primal satisfaction in the chaos of battle.

As the fight came to an end, I surveyed the bloody aftermath around me, the air thick with the stench of death. Yet, instead of revulsion, I found myself smiling, a grim satisfaction etched upon my face.

'Damn it,' I muttered to myself, wiping the blood from my blade, 'I never realized how deeply I've changed.' The realization struck me like a thunderbolt. Despite the brutality of my actions, I felt no trace of disgust or remorse. It was a stark reminder of the profound transformation I had undergone since embracing my demonic nature.

But amidst the bloodshed and carnage, I held fast to my convictions. I knew that as long as I remained true to the beliefs I held as a human, I would not succumb to the darkness that consumed beings like Kha-Beleth or Sareth.

As I gazed at the imposing tower of Karazhan, the ongoing battle within seemed distant compared to the sudden surge of energy behind me. Reacting on instinct, I swiftly dodged a beam of fel energy that narrowly missed me, but the Succubus beside me was not as fortunate. With a horrified scream, her body was consumed by chaotic flames, disappearing back into the depths of Sheogh.

"How peculiar, a demon bearing Chaos within yet not of the Legion," a voice remarked, drawing my attention. I turned to face the source and was met with a sight that made my blood run cold.

'Prince Malchezaar,' I thought recognizing the Eredar, incredulous. It was the last opponent I had expected to encounter.

With a tense grip on my sword, I regarded the prince of the Eredar with a mixture of apprehension and resignation. Defeating him in my current state was impossible; he stood second only to Kil'jaeden and Archimonde in the Eredar hierarchy.

'Well, it seems I'll be returning to Sheogh sooner than anticipated,' I thought grimly, preparing to die here.

As Malchezaar pointed his finger at me, I felt a surge of dark energy envelop me. 'Another curse!' I thought grimly, attempting to stand up against the force bearing down on me. But before I could regain my footing, he aimed his finger again, this time crackling with fel energy.

With a sickening realization, I knew I couldn't dodge the incoming attack. The beam of energy struck me squarely, sending my body hurtling through the air until I collided with the stone wall of Karazhan.

As I lay on the ground, dazed and disoriented, I struggled to push myself up. Glancing to my right, I realized with a groggy awareness that my right shoulder was no longer there, my boiling orange blood pooling on the ground.

'He destroyed my summoning arm,' I trembled, feeling the grip of death tightening around my heart. It seemed that even as a demon, my body was not immune to emotions.

Malchezaar strolled leisurely toward me, a malevolent smile etched on his face. "What is it, ant? Will you come with me back to Antorus, or shall I take you piece by piece?" he taunted, continuing to advance until he was just a couple of steps from me.

Summoning what strength I had left, I reached for a book I kept on me using my Legion's sigil, using my teeth to open it. With a swift incantation, the scenery around us shifted, and suddenly we were in Sheogh. If I was going to die here, I would take the bastard down with me.

He looked around wearily as I gazed upon the hill. There He stood, the Dark Messiah, Sareth, son of Kha-Beleth, the one who laid waste to Ashan. I kneeled in front of him instantly, sensing his gaze upon me.

"Where are we?!" cried out Malchezaar, suspicion evident in his narrowed eyes as he turned to face Sareth. He pointed a finger at the Dark Messiah, a glint of fel magic appearing on his fingertip.

'Fool,' I thought as Sareth vanished in an instant, reappearing before us with Malchezaar's head in his hand. The Eredar's shocked expression was frozen upon his decapitated head.

"Val-Beleth, rise," Sareth commanded in the demonic tongue, and my body obeyed involuntarily as I stood before him.

"My lord, how do you know of me?" I asked, my voice steady despite the turmoil within. Though Sareth appeared smaller than me, his presence exuded a boundless power far beyond my comprehension.

"My father's wisdom is unparalleled," he said, his voice unexpectedly humane compared to my own. He handed me a fragment of Malchezaar's soul. "This is for you and your Legion. I cannot bear to see the Leader of the Legion of Knowledge remain weak any longer."

With a solemn expression, he took his sword and impaled himself in the chest. "You choose this book," he continued, gesturing towards the tome I had summoned earlier. "It will aid you in the battles to come. Now, I will encounter you again soon enough, Val-Beleth. You have the blessing of my father, so stand proud as the Leader of the Seven Legion."

"You didn't reply to my question!" I cried out as the soul of Malchezaar entered me, and the scenery changed once more, returning us to Karazhan.

I fell to the ground, my arm still absent, but this time, I felt a surge of power coursing through me, stronger than before.

Excitement surged within me as I eagerly flipped open the tome, my eyes scanning the first page.

'Jackpot!' I thought triumphantly, taking in the title inscribed in elegant script: "Tome of Omni Fire Magic."
'This is a tome with all the spells of the Fire School!' I exclaimed inwardly, barely able to contain my elation. Without hesitation, I summoned the book back to Sheogh before falling on the ground, my back pressed on the wall of Karazhan

'Just a little test,' I thought, eyeing my missing arm and shoulder. 'Well, perhaps I could regrow that.' With a focused mind, I tapped into the vitality contained within Malchezaar's soul. Drawing upon around ten percent of its power, I directed the energy towards my destroyed shoulder.

In a breathtaking display of demonic resilience, my shoulder regrew, seamlessly recreating an arm in the process, the armor with it as it seemed that my body was the armor

'Incredible. So this is what they meant by 'unkillable monsters,' ' I marveled, recalling the tales of the demon Lords of Sheogh from the various books I had read, whether from the Empire or the Seven Cities.

I looked at Karazhan before entering it with a smile and my sword in hand.

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