A sharp pain hit Gurfang's neck and as his face hit the dirt. His only thought, as his mind became clear, was that he was released from his torment. As his spirit ebbed away, he remembered his ancestors and what they had told him about life beyond life. The Shamans had said of the wandering spirits of their ancestors, roaming the world until it's end. The world went black.
A light appeared. Not a bright light, but a dim light. This light got closer and closer and took on winged form. It seemed as though to hover in front of Gurfang, though how or where they were was unknown to him.
"I am Val'kyr" he felt it say, though no words were uttered. "I will take you to he who holds death itself in his hand."
A voice echoes in the darkness.
"Who is this you bring"
"A spirit for your will," the Val'kyr responded, though still no voice could be heard.
"What makes him worthy of joining my legions?" the voice boomed back.
"This one has blood stained all over his soul. His hands have spread carnage and destruction amongst the living when he was one of them!"
"Has he indeed! This one indeed sounds worthy to join in bringing my reign of destruction upon the world. Take him to the Ebon Hold!"
The world is changed. The world is the same. Blades crash, blood is spilt and the screams of innocents falls on deaf ears as evil makes the rivers run red in the streets.
A crazed Orc leads the charge in New Avalon, killing all in his path. With necromatic powers he summons up ghouls from the dead as he and his fellow Death Knights crush all in their wake. Women and children scream as they are cut down whilst attempting to run for shelter. Warriors of the Scarlet Crusade try in vain to stem the tide of death that crashes down on the fields of Havenshire.
"Break them!" a terrible voice cries out from Death's Breach. "They have had their time, they now belong to me!"
And so the onslaught continues. The screams dim to whimpers as Death takes them.
Highlord Darion Mograine stands before a gathering of Death Knights. His voice sounds weakened but steady.
"Brothers! The light has dawned on us all! No longer are we bound by undeath immortality! Today, we are free of Arthas' dominion and will fight his evil schemes to the very end!"
Cheers ring out, but one stands silent. An Orc of very few words looks on and ponders the meaning of the words. His heart feels free of the burden on the Demon Blood possession but his head still hears the ringing of his former master's voice:
"Kill them! Kill them!"
Time passes, for it knows what has been and what will be. Time passes, but in the end leaves us all as dust.
"We are the ones that want to choose; always want to play but you never want to lose."