Decrend

The Illidari marched down the cobblestone path. Decrend suspected the click and clang of his armor wasn’t completely muffled by the downpour, but it was no matter. He was not here to be discreet. As candlelight and hearth glowed from inside the house, Decrend tracked the glowing figures through their walls with his spectral sight. Stepping close to the door, Decrend raises the back of his hand. Knock. Knock. Knock. Draven and Alexa Accorsi pause, looking toward the door in confusion and worry. A satisfactory smirk spreads across his face before he braces against the edge of the doorway, forcing the door open with his free hand.

All is still while Decrend saunters through the large doorway. Passing through the foyer, large enough to accompany a modest guest list for a nobleman’s party, he enters the dining room, meeting the two inhabitants within. Decrend feels the air thickened with tension and fear, raising a plated gauntlet in reaction to cover his exposed head before six gunshots ring out, dinging off the demon hunter’s armor and imbedding ricochets in the surrounding furniture and millworks. Lowering his arm, Decrend draws a small object from a pocket and places it on the table separating him from the Accorsi nobles.

“I suspect you realize the nature of my visit,” Decrend says in a low growl, returning his hand to his side. Draven Accorsi fails to notice the silver compass laying on the table, his eyes locked onto the demon hunter commanding presence in his own dining room.

“You gain nothing from killing me,” Draven spits, still extending his shaking arms outward, aiming the spent revolver. His wife stood an arms length away, white as a sheet.

“You’ve not had your own best interest at heart, Mister Accorsi,” Decrend speaks as if he hadn’t heard Draven. “You knew betrayal would endanger the life of not only you, but your wife, as well. These actions cannot be passed without consequence.” Decrend engages his muscles and shoves the dining room table across the room, knocking into the wall and effectively cornering his company.

The revolver clatters to the ground. The two nobles embrace themselves out of fear, and Decrend approaches, Alexa and Draven devolving into a panicked muttering of ransoms and debts, desperate attempts to prolong their doom.

Decrend knew of Alexa’s disapproval and mistrust of the Accorsi’s involvement with the Collective, but he couldn’t have known if the betrayal to their organization was hers or Draven’s idea. Regardless, Decrend concludes as he tears them apart from each other, he was not here to judge. He was here to conduct business.

Uttering a word of power, the room is plunged into darkness, and a bellowing drone emanates from the origination of the spell. Keeping track of the nobles through the blackness, he fells Draven Accorsi with one sweep of his plated forearm, raising his other hand with his fingers outstretched. A thunderbolt of fel energy expels from his palm, lancing through Alexa Accorsi, destroying mind and body in an instant.

Decrend reaches down and lifts the dazed nobleman by the neck. The darkness clears and the roaring sound fades out, allowing Draven Accorsi a final look at his end - the doom driven Illidari, violet tattoos blazing in the dim light. Consciousness fades for Mr. Accorsi as the last of his oxygen is spent, and Decrend flexes his muscles once more to crush the windpipe beyond repair.

Uttering a final word of power as he exits the estate, bright red chaos fires expel from Decrend’s outstretched hands, superheating and igniting the Accorsi residence. A short walk down the cobblestone path, and he looks back upon the glowing mess of burning wood. 

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