The palace was draped in purple curtains, and occasional soft laughter drifted from within, as though someone were indulging in pleasure. Then, after a stretch of silence, the sounds suddenly rose in pitch.
"Ah! Ah!"
"Pfft! Pffft!"
"Ah!!!"
"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"
"Urgh! No, please! Don't! Ah!!!"
Vanidak emerged from behind the curtains, his familiar figure unmistakable. His face was dark with disgust as he rubbed the axe in his hand against a nearby drape, seemingly trying to wipe something filthy off it. After glancing back inside, Vanidak spat on the ground and cursed.
"Fuck, why?"
As he left, Vanidak muttered to himself.
"I thought some beautiful females had taken a liking to me and wanted to have... what was that word again? I remember that world called it... sigh, my memory's getting worse with age... It was... right, a romantic encounter!"
"A romantic encounter! Who would've thought I'd get... right, set up! Pah!"
"I was thinking, with bodies like those, who could resist? Who knew they were plotting against me, trying to extract my soul!"
"Is my soul something you can touch? Have you gotten too full of yourselves, or is my axe not flashy enough?"
Looking at the several Soulstones in his hand, which were continuously emitting shrieks, Vanidak sneered.
"You lot? Trying to ambush me?"
"Your race is called Succubi... right!"
Arcane flames ignited in his palm, and the shrieks within the Soulstones gradually weakened. Vanidak closed his eyes as though listening intently to something, before finally murmuring.
"Burning... Legion?"
"Mardum... Mardum? I remember giving Sargeras its star chart back then, didn't I?"
"A headquarters? Lord of the Burning Legion? Sargeras?"
"I never saw a future like this..."
"Fine, so that's how it is. Using my world as a base for demons?"
"That really is... irritating."
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