Title: The Forsaken
Author: Link Worshiper
Pairings: 1=2, maybe some others if I feel like it
Rating: PG-13
Stuff: Fantasy AU, fluff, sap, language, adventure, WoW nerdiness Disclaimer: I own Gundam Wing action figures? Warcraft and its lore belongs to Blizzard Entertainment. Both things are being played with out of fangirl love.

Thanks to danse and Natea for the once over. Despite the fact this is part of Natea's birthday present, I still needed her to fill me in on the Alliance history they don't teach us on Horde, so thanks for that also =P

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Part IV
Possession

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Long after the moon had passed its zenith, Trowa's eyes snapped open, aglow in the darkness. His starvation for magic was starting to truly drive him mad, especially since his focus on the item Heero was carrying had kept him from finding another source of power to drain. Wearily propping himself up on one forearm, he decided there was no way he would be able to hold out much longer, and whether Duo liked it or not, he was going to steal that relic for himself.

Glancing around the room, he could see Heavypaw's shadow curled around the base of an empty chair he presumed Duo must have once been sitting in. Duo's absence caused the corner of his mouth perked upwards, knowing that he would be able to work quickly and quietly without fear of being caught. Trowa then turned his attention to the human sleeping beside him, trying to assess where the sigil might be hidden on his person. However, the relic's power was so overwhelming that it made it hard for even Trowa to figure that out for certain. It was then that Trowa noticed that Heero had a hip pouch, which he still wore in his sleep, despite removing his boots and cloak. Trowa figured that this was as good a place as any to start looking, and so, stealthily as he could, he reached for it in hopes that his work would be quick.

Trowa's deft fingers flicked the pouch's leather flap open and then delved inside, unobtrusively feeling around for what might be the magical object. Without looking, he couldn't quite discern what everything inside the pouch was, but there were a few items that surprised him, such as the vial of pink sand and a pewter comb. He could feel the pulse of the magic against his palm, though, and he refused to be deterred. The tiny clink of a delicate chain rustled against his fingers as they brushed against something shapely and metallic. The grin returned to his face, certain that he was triumphant.

The blackness of the room suddenly bled to a candlelit orange with the creak of the door opening. "Just what do you think you're doing?" Duo's voice boomed across the room, clearly displeased.

Trowa's hand instinctually closed around the thing he'd found in Heero's pouch before yanking it back to his own side, certain to hide his prize as quickly as possible as he whipped around to face Duo with a mask of feigned ignorance. "Where were you?" he asked flatly, trying to divert the subject.

Duo's eyes narrowed into glowing, yellow slits as he frowned across the room at his friend. "Out for a walk," he answered shortly as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. "Something didn't feel right in the woods, but clearly I was mistaken."

"What are you implying?" Trowa growled, his own eyes flashing as he clenched the thing he'd found behind his back. It seemed to be an amulet cast out of some kind of metal, and though it wasn't as powerful as he'd expected it to be, he could tell it was at least somehow enchanted. It would serve for the time being.

Duo didn't have to answer and instead just sulked crossed the floor to sit down in his chair again. Heavypaw was still curled up on the floor, but his swishing tail betrayed that he was no longer asleep with all that tension. It was only by the grace of Elune that Heero had somehow managed to continue slumbering throughout the entire commotion. That annoyed Trowa to no end, and he couldn't contain himself: "You are not one I take orders from, Duo Blackscythe," he hissed dangerously.

Duo's response was equally disdainful: "And away from Silvermoon, your jurisdiction means nothing - especially amongst those who are not your brethren!" he snapped, almost wishing that Trowa would just go back to Quel'Thalas, though he felt guilty for it. Duo sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he fought to calm himself down. "Forgive me," he apologized at length, "I find my head has been fogged with old ghosts as of late. It has made me ill-tempered."

"You are always ill-tempered," said Trowa, though there was a lilt in his tone that indicated he had no harsh feelings towards Duo for his shortness.

"And you will always be a sneak!" Duo laughed, jabbing a skeletal finger at Trowa, who, for his part, had trouble discerning whether or not Duo was on to him. Duo slouched low in his chair, lacing his mismatched hands across his abdomen as he turned to stare through the window again. "Azeroth is so different from what it once was," he murmured to himself; "Even as it slumbers, it cries in pain."

Trowa propped up some of the flimsy pillows against the headboard and reclined back into them, furtively stashing the stolen charm beneath his tabard. "You know, you are probably the only Forsaken I know who speaks of things such as that," he commented, folding his now empty hands behind his head. "Even those who were once night elves have abandoned their druid ways in death."

Duo let out a low grunt, still staring out the window, though he was having a hard time seeing much further than his own reflection in the cracked glass. "I always hear talk amongst our kind about finding a way to undo this hex of the Lich King, but sometimes I feel like I am the only one who truly thinks about what it was to be alive," Duo said. "Usually, it just seems like we have forgotten what that even means."

Trowa shrugged. "That is just the curse of time for you," he said. "But then again, you haven't been dead all that long."

"Mayhap," Duo agreed halfheartedly. "But even the Apothecary Society seems to have strayed from its initial aim to find a cure for death. Now, it seems like most of my colleagues are more concerned with finding a way to destroy everything that ever scorned the Forsaken - even those who might be our allies." He lifted his hands to cover his face with them, like the very sight of the world around him was making him ill. "Such foolishness makes us no better than the Burning Legion."

Trowa could tell that Duo was getting a bit worked up and thought to try and remedy the mood. "It will be alright," he insisted as kindly as he knew how. "Did you not tell me that just such a cure waits for us at the end of this journey in Stormwind?"

Lowering his hands and moving to rest his chin atop the knuckles of his fleshy one, Duo said darkly, "If we ever make it that far, maybe...."

Trowa sent Duo a peculiar look, though it was lost in the darkness. "I think the world was always a shadowy place for you, even before you became what you are," he said succinctly, voicing what his face could not convey in the moonlit room. "Maybe such an end is fitting for one such as yourself."

Duo frowned at his reflection in the glass. "I suppose that I thought it wouldn't hurt much," he said, brooding over a litany of memories that Trowa's comment had dredged up from his past life. "I suppose I was mistaken."

Trowa merely shrugged again. "Decisions are made, not bought," he said with a yawn, reaching down to finally pull off his boots and make himself more comfortable for bed. "You'll find that's the way of most things."

Duo cast a surreptitious glance at Heero, still curled up on his side of the bed, dead asleep. The very sight of him backed Trowa's comment fully for more reasons than Duo was willing to give thought to at the moment. It made him wish he could just let such ominous thoughts fade more easily. "We all meet a common end," he said; "I'd just like to rest knowing that my journey there was worthwhile."

But Trowa had nothing else to say: he had drifted back to sleep. Duo let him be and turned back to the window, somewhat relieved to be left alone with his thoughts again.

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Heero was awoken the next morning by a cuff against the side of his head. He opened his eyes to find Duo looming above him, still dressed in the same robes he had been wearing the day before. He had his staff strapped to his back like he was ready to walk out the door right away, which drove Heero to rouse himself quickly. Trowa sat on the other side of the bed, girding himself in the mail shirt he wore underneath his tabard, so Heero made sure to keep quiet.

"I would like to make it to Tarren Mill by nightfall," Duo was saying, mostly for Heero's benefit. "There's a little hidden pathway through the Alterac Mountains that will ensure a quicker passage than having to go all the way around."

"You are quite the slave driver," Trowa commented, pulling on his boots. "One would think there was something you were trying to escape with such haste."

Duo balled his fists and gnashed his teeth with impatience. "I thought I explained to you that the Epyon demon will try and assimilate with the one who is bound to the sigil," he snapped, clearly annoyed that he had to repeat himself. If the shape of Duo's ears hadn't indicated otherwise, Heero might have guessed from his attitude that he had been a blood elf in life as well.

Trowa twisted around on the bed so he was facing Duo. "Then why don't we just kill him and be done with it," he suggested flatly, nodding at Heero's turned back.

Duo looked short of having a tantrum as he shook his clenched fists at the ceiling, his nose turned up towards the rafters. "Because that wouldn't get rid of the demon, would it?" he lamented before assailing Trowa with a dastardly stare. "And don't think I don't know what you had in mind, Trowa Sunbender: keep in mind that taking that sigil for yourself would just make the demon want to hunt you instead. Unless, of course," he added with a dastardly chuckle, "you were interested in finding a way to seize the power of the Burning Legion for yourself."

Heero's stomach lurched, and he had to bite his lip to keep from letting a concerned yelp reach his tongue. Instead, he just stared up at Duo with a particularly wide-eyed expression, his mouth contorted into a sickly frown - a silent demand for further explanation. The knowledge that the demon King Milliardo had bade them to seek was a minion of the Burning Legion made Heero question further the intentions of his lord: of what use to the Alliance would be the summoning of a creature whose aim was to return the world to chaos?

Duo caught Heero's stare, but he directed his response to Trowa, who still seemed to be more concerned with the immediate satisfaction of his arcane lust than the broader repercussions of such carelessness. "Did you not know that the way the Warchief Thrall even came into the possession of Epyon was by seizing it from a band of Burning Legion loyalists that had been scheming right beneath his seat in Orgrimmar?" Duo asked dismissively. "He had it destroyed with the same blade that then took off the heads of those who had betrayed the Horde!"

But Trowa just blinked back at Duo with his sleek, catlike eyes, only able to respond with: "My, my, so truly different from the rest of the Forsaken."

Duo frowned again, sensing that Trowa's comment extended beyond the superficial difference in opinion about what should be done with a powerful relic such as the one they now had in their possession. Still, he thought that if Trowa was going to give him trouble for honouring the alliance the Forsaken had forged with the western Horde more than the rest of his people did, then he would blithely ignore it. Perhaps it was his particular outlook on things that had led him to find admiration for Thrall and his allies, whom the Forsaken and the blood elves held in such contempt, and he wondered what it would be like to retain such a respect for orcs, trolls and Tauren if ever he managed to return to his human life at the end of this journey. It was such times that he felt so thinly spread in his loyalties, like butter over too much bread.

The finality with which Duo then snapped his fingers for Heero to get ready made the rogue glad that all he had to do was put on his boots and cloak. Shouldering the supply pack, he quickly hurried after Duo, who had already left the room, taking care to keep his head down. There was something in the easy way that Trowa spoke about demons and killing that put Heero ill at ease.

When Heero reached the bottom of the stairs, he found Duo settling up another tab with the innkeeper. As if he knew that he was there, he blindly beckoned for him to come over. Duo took a few more gold pieces out of Heero's pack and soon replaced them with a bundle of foodstuffs he had bartered out of the innkeeper for Heero's personal health. Heero's instinct was to thank Duo for such bounty, but he was getting rather good at catching himself before he slipped up. Regardless of their cover, he wasn't sure Duo would have appreciated the courtesy anyway.

With that business over with, they moved to sit down at the long dining table that also occupied the room. Sensing that Heero was probably hungry, Duo took the pack and made a production out of offering his mind slave a hunk of bread for breakfast, all the while grumbling about how blood elf men were almost as bad about getting ready as their women.

"I swear, you Forsaken run the slummiest towns," came Trowa's voice at long last, announcing his presence as he descended the stairs. His appearance was pristine and regal, but Heero could tell that he was disapproving of his looks.

As per usual, Duo had a criticism of the Sin'dorei for every complaint Trowa had about the Forsaken: "And I swear, you blood elves are possibly the vainest creatures to ever draw breath," he retorted, forcing his tongue through the stitches in his cheek so it hung through the hole in the most disgusting of manners.

Trowa merely wrinkled his nose at the display, almost as if he were used to such crudeness, and instead just headed for the inn's front door, Heavypaw not far behind. Duo pulled his tongue back into his mouth and smirked triumphantly at Trowa's receding back as he stood. "Keep tabs on this, slave," he said to Heero as he started after Trowa. "I want to be able to rub a numerical score in that elf's face when we reach journey's end."

Heero nodded, but refused to stoop so low as to actually refer back to Duo as his master. Hefting the supply pack once more, he followed Duo outside, and soon, they were on their way.

This time, when they left the Sepulcher, they headed southwest, towards the Alterac Mountains, which separated Silverpine Forest from the Hillsbard Foothills and the Arathi Highlands. Their march towards the mountains remained uneventful, though Heero was glad to note that the gloom of the wood had started to cull itself as they ventured onwards. Before long, Duo, who was leading the way, deviated from the path and started to cut through the forest. The others followed him without protest, though Heero was sure to take stock of his surroundings as they went: if there really was a shortcut through Alterac, he wanted to make sure he remembered it.

The Alterac mountain range was hewn of gray rock and shot abruptly into the air at the edge of the wood, separating it from neighbouring lands with walls of jagged granite. Once nestled between these great hills and the southern shore of Lordamere Lake, Dalaran had seemed like an impenetrable and neutral haven for all the people of Azeroth until Treize had laid seize against it. This had actually happened after Heero had moved on to Stormwind, and he though wasn't sure where it had gone, he had heard a rumour that the city's ruling magi had managed to teleport the entire city onto a pillow of cloud somewhere over Northrend before Treize could completely lay waste to the metropolis. Sometimes, Heero was struck with a great sadness at the realization that he would never be able to truly go home again.

Presently, the traveling party arrived at a low enclave of rock at the base of the mountains. At first, it seemed like nothing of note, but upon further inspection, it seemed the rocks had crumbled down from somewhere above to conceal a narrow passageway. "I used to go this way all the time when I was a brat," said Duo, already falling into a low-bellied crawl with practiced ease. Heero and Trowa stood back and watched as Duo effortlessly wriggled his way under the hanging rock; Heero wondered for what purpose Duo would need to frequently sneak across Alterac as a child, while Trowa shuddered at the prospect of having to slither across the ground like a worm.

It was actually Heavypaw who made the first move to follow Duo, obviously having no qualms with rubbing his face in the dirt. It took a bit more effort for the large cat to get under the rock overhang, but he managed. Almost moments after Heavypaw had disappeared into the cliff side, a shout from Duo could be heard echoing from inside: "While it's still daylight, please! I'm dying in here."

Trowa scoffed and muttered, "You're dying?" though it was hard to tell if the comment was meant to be ironic or just further disdain for getting his tabard dirty. Still, however reluctantly, Trowa slowly got down on the ground and crawled inside with grace that rivaled even that of his majestic pet. Once Trowa's feet disappeared, Heero gave the forest one last cautionary sweep and then took it as his cue to follow suit. Perhaps it was a trick of the haunted forest, but Heero couldn't shake the notion that there was another member to their group, traveling along behind them and unseen.

Beyond the entrance lay a craggy passage so narrow, they all had to move onwards single file. It was almost pitch black as well, a stark contrast to the sun Heero had been so happy to see that day, and it was only by the light of Duo's glowing staff that they were able to see. As they walked, Heero and Duo managed well enough with ducking only every once in a while when the ceiling got low, but Trowa was so tall, he had to keep his head down almost the entire time.

"Tell your pet to stop treading on my heels," Trowa groused at length, clearly not happy with the state of things.

"Tell yours to stop sniffing me inappropriately," Duo retorted without even looking back at Trowa. It was clear that Duo wasn't exactly in the best of spirits either, despite the jovial persona he seemed to have been exuding most of the day. Heero wondered what was bothering him.

The cavern continued to wind its way through the heart of the mountains, twisting, turning, ascending and dipping in ways that left Heero completely disoriented by the time they emerged on the other end. Therefore, it was almost no surprise when they squeezed through the exit, they were standing on a ledge at a far higher elevation than the entrance. Before them lay the rocky terrain of Alterac Valley, which was tainted by the murky rose aura that lingered in the air above the huge crater where proud Dalaran once stood.

Wordlessly, Duo grabbed for Heero, yanking him over by the arm in a way that tried Heero's patience a little. Duo forcibly turned Heero around so he could rummage through Heero's pack, eventually withdrawing a single gold coin, which he then proceeded to flick over the cliff side. Blankly, they watched the sun glint off the coin as it twirled down, penetrating the dome of magical residue that arced over Dalaran Crater and disappearing without even a clink when it hit the bottom.

"What in hell is wrong with you, flinging money all over the place like you're some kind of benevolent lord?" Trowa demanded to know, still glaring down into the crater as if he was trying to spot the coin amid the debris. "Next time you want to waste gold, just give it to me, and I shall see it rightfully home."

Also frowning down at the crater, Heero silently agreed.

Duo chose to ignore both of them and instead took up his role as leader once again, turning to lead them towards a sharp inclination that barely constituted as a pathway. The descent was perilous, and it seemed the only one who was able to get on without incident was Heavypaw, who, for obvious reasons, was rather well suited for such climbing.

When they reached the bottom of the mountains, Trowa resolutely sat down on a large boulder to catch his breath, which Heero was silently thankful for. False impersonation or not, Heero would have never allowed himself to admit that the descent had taken quite a chunk out of him, though he supposed it was sort of comforting that even one of the nearly immortal elves of Quel'thalas weren't impervious to such peril either. As Trowa broke into his own rations, Heero stared at Duo, silently willing him to give him permission to eat, which Duo soon did with a distracted wave of one hand. Crusty bread had never tasted so good.

It was unsurprising that Duo, with no need to consume foodstuffs such as bread and cheese, eventually grew restless waiting for his companions to finish eating. After pacing around Trowa's rock a few times, he eventually announced to no one in particular that he was going for a walk and that they should be ready to move out when he returned later. He wandered off in the direction of the crater without even waiting for anyone to respond.

Trowa finished off the last of his food and then reached into his pack to pull out a bottle of milky nectar, which he swilled from liberally before wiping his lip and returning it to his inventory. Then, pulling out a linen-wrapped parcel, he coaxed Heavypaw over to his side. Unwinding the cloth to reveal a small fox he'd hunted in Silverpine, he casually ripped off one its haunches and tossed it to the lion, who hungrily tore into it. Not even looking up at Heero as he started to cut away another morsel with his skinning dagger, he commented airily: "No need to keep up such a farce, human; I'm onto you."

Heero nearly choked on the bread he was in the process of swallowing at Trowa's almost offhanded statement. It was fairly obvious what it was that Trowa had managed to figure out, but Heero refused to allow the elf the satisfaction of knowing he'd won and chose to remain silent instead. Defiantly, he took another bite out of his bread loaf.

"My people have been allied with the Forsaken long enough to know what their magically enslaved prisoners behave like," Trowa went on as he continued to feed Heavypaw pieces of raw meat cut from the fox carcass. He paused for a moment to wipe his bloody hands on the linen wrapping before adding, "If anything, I would venture to say that it is He paused for a moment to wipe his bloody hands on the linen wrapping before adding, "If anything, I would venture to say that it is you who has bewitched him. Duo Blackscythe was notorious amongst Forsaken and Sin'dorei alike for his mercilessness towards those who oppose him, and then... then there is you. He has been not himself since he found you."

At this final accusation, Heero looked up to find Trowa glaring darkly at him, an almost uncharacteristically expressive frown on his face. Heero decided he cared not a whit for any of what Trowa thought he had observed in Duo, since all he knew of Duo Blackscythe was what he had seen since he had been caught by him that one night in the Sepulcher, and Heero thought that as far as he was concerned, that was all that mattered. So instead of arguing the matter, he simply said, "Acknowledged," and then turned back to his food.

Angrily, Trowa dumped the rest of the fox carcass in front of Heavypaw, who happily tore into it with zeal, and stared off in the opposite direction. He was usually the sort who was less than concerned with the dealings of others, but this situation was far from pleasing to him. He found it wholly dangerous and did not appeal to the notion of having to brand his good friend a traitor because he had forged friendly alliances with the enemy. During the course of this adventure, Trowa decided he would be sure to keep an eye on the Ally for anything suspicious. He simply could not shake the feeling that there was mischief abounds.

Duo returned soon after, though whether or not he could tell what was afoot remained to be seen. With that same morose air he'd displayed atop the Alterac cliffs, he bade them gather their things and took the lead once more. At least now they were passing through the rolling foothills and found the going much easier on their physical beings, though it was hard to say if the unpleasantness that lingered around them was almost worse than the laborious hike.

Eventually, they came to the main road they would have been following if they had not deviated along Duo's shortcut in Silverpine. However, they were only traveling along it for a short while before they became aware of the sound of heavy feet beating the ground behind them. The trio glanced back to find a pair of orc outrunners, each mounted on great, silver wolves, thundering up from the rear at a great pace. Duo groaned in dismay at the sight, clearly not in the mood for dealing with explanations to the questions that were sure to come of this inevitable meeting, while Trowa muttered something about being associated with such a tasteless scene. Meanwhile, Heero could only pray that the two orcs were heading somewhere other than Tarren Mill.

Sure enough, once the wolves and their riders went flying by Heero, Duo, Trowa and Heavypaw, it only took them moments to double back when they realized that one of them was a human. The wolves padded back slowly, clinking with the heavy chains that held their battle-scarred plate armour to their bodies, and the orcs greeted them in the tongue of their people. It was only when Duo replied in Orcish that Heero was struck with the dumbfounded realization that though the Forsaken had their own dialect, Duo had been speaking to him in Common and ocassionaly to Trowa in Thalassian this entire time. Hearing yet a fourth language come fluently from Duo's mouth did not fail to leave an impression on Heero.

Heero did not know Orcish, and therefore, could not understand what was being said, but the conversation Duo had with the two orc warriors went something like this.

"Luk'tar!" the orcs hailed in the way of their people when they stopped to interview Duo and his comrades about their business. "Who are you, and what brings you here?" they demanded to know.

"The Dark Lady blesses and keeps you," Duo said with a deeply exaggerated bow that might have been called mocking by some. "To Tarren Mill we go this fine day."

The two orcs glanced at each other, exchanging a look that signified they were thinking the same thing. The higher ranking of the two spoke for them: "Very well, but why do you make haste to Tarren Mill with that in tow?" He jabbed a greenish finger in Heero's direction to emphasize his question.

"He is my prisoner," Duo answered easily. "Do not fear him, for he has chosen to betray the Alliance to suit our cause."

The orcs stared long and hard at Duo, as if they were unsure they accepted such an explanation. Then they glanced at Trowa, who was staring into space indifferently, and then at Heero, who had the sense to keep his head down and his hands visibly at his sides. The commanding orc, after much personal deliberation, finally let out a grunt of acknowledgement. He then turned his wolf back towards Tarren Mill to continue on his way, his companion not far behind.

"Well, that went smoothly," Trowa commented as the outriders disappeared over the horizon.

"Too smoothly," Heero muttered under his breath. He was still staring at the ground, so he missed the aghast look Duo sent the top of his head or the triumphant smirk adorning Trowa's face nearby.

"Well, at least they didn't pry into it too much, did they?" Duo snapped back impatiently. He started marching forward once again, though his step was very clearly agitated by the defiance of his traveling party. The mood certainly pervaded over the rest of them, and Heero soon forgot his worry that there was something still lurking behind them.

It took them a good portion of the afternoon to cross the foothills to Tarren Mill, which they found at the bottom of a low valley as twilight began to set in. As they followed the pathway down towards the broken village, Heero noted that despite its similarities to the Sepulcher, Tarren Mill was a far livelier outpost. Not only was there more activity around the town square, but it also seemed to boast a more diverse collection of Horde loyalists. However, this na•ve curiosity was quick to leave him when they finally reached the edge of the village and it became clear why everyone was rushing to gather outside.

"Ah, so they arrive at last!" came a familiar shout, which was easily recognizable as one of the orc outrunners they'd encountered before. Surrounded by Forsaken, blood elves and trolls, he was standing with his comrade beneath the large tree that was rooted just outside of the ruined church in the town center. "It is good of you to join us: we couldn't have started tonight's entertainment without you."

It was then that Heero and the others noticed that there was a noose hanging from one of the tree's branches, making the orc's intention all too clear. Things suddenly started happening in a blur of motion: a nearby troll grabbed Heero by the wrist and started to drag him towards the makeshift gallows, while the orc outrunner announced, "Thrall's mighty Horde has no use for traitors - even those that might aid in our plight against the Alliance. We shall draw and quarter this one and leave his carcass swinging in the breeze as an example to those who might ever try such a thing again." Finish his rally with a punch at the sky, he cried, "For the Horde!" which the crowd echoed with equal zeal as the prospect of such bloody entertainment drew near.

Trowa only seemed mildly concerned at all this tumult, but Duo was almost sick with anxiety as he wrung his hands and tried to figure out how to talk his way out of this disaster. The thought of losing out on that elixir of life before he'd even had a real chance at it was almost incomprehensible to him. Sensing that Duo was getting worked up, Asahi crawled out a hole in Duo's chest cavity and scuttled up through the collar of his robes with the same distressed fervor of his master.

Meanwhile, as Heero was being forcibly pushed through the crowd towards his end, he could hear his heartbeat thudding loudly in his ears. He felt dizzy, and almost unaware of exactly what was going on as his more primeval instincts began to take over. It was as if the shadow of another being had veiled Heero's conscience and removed him from that place entirely. He was shoved cruelly forward, and he stumbled, falling flat onto the ground to a din of cackles.

When he lifted his face to meet those of his executioners, his eyes were transformed by the demonic glow of hellfire.

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TBC!!

Heh, if you don't know what it means to be drawn and quartered, do look it up. It is my favourite form of medieval torture/execution >D

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