#solariusgradus

Any trace of the man that was once Illidan Stormrage was gone, swallowed by a monster wearing his skin.  After taking a strike from Frostmourne the Half demon never was quite the same, Kael’Thas knew this better then anyone. 

His master who once was such a prominent figure around the Temple, now holed himself up in his chambers leaving only to feed his magical addiction or demand answers for why a task had not been completed.  

Illidan however was tiring of Kael, He found the Sin’dorei’s  presence eating at his thin patience, didn’t he understand Kil’jaeden  could appear at moment and strike them all down he had failed after all.

When the Prince entered his chambers the Demon Lord scowled.

"Kael’Thas what a pleasure it is. What do you want little prince?”  Illidan snarled his voice cold and uncaring so unlike how it had been. 

"L..Lord Illidan….We’ve been at this for months an…and still my people are no closer to having a long term solution to our problem then when we started."

“Bullshit! When your people came to me Kael they were dying yes. I showed you how to feed off of demons I don’t see a problem here.” Illidans voice reverberated off the walls making the already  intimidating creature seem even bigger.

"But what of my people back home Illidan." Kael pleaded.

"What of them? Bring them here Kael’Thas perhaps they can serve as fodder for Kil’jaeden as well."  A dark chuckle came from him. 

"You aren’t the same Illidan. You aren’t the man I pledged my loyalty too. By the gods Illidan does everything I’ve done for you mean nothing!"

Illidan closed the gap between them a hand shoving the Prince against the wall. Illidan knelt and Kael took an opportunity pressing his lips against  the lips that used to be Illidans, the hatred for the monster that now pretended to be the man Kael had grown fond of burning brightly.