“No, threatening fiery torture is not an appropriate response when haggling. I’m tired of having this argument with you! Hrm? Oh…Aye, I apologize. I’ll just be going now.”
Lukin Boulderflame was once a Master Arcanist and Alliance Veteran, his abilities forged upon the anvil of the Second and Third Wars. As the Third War came to its close, he faced off in battle with a formidable Legion warlock who attempted to strip him of both his mind and soul. Standing over the exhausted mage, the dark magister began the process of trapping him within a soul shard. Overwhelmed by fel energies, Lukin could only anticipate his imprisonment within the fel device. He was sure the Warlock had especially malevolent plans for a soul so packed with arcane energy.
When he finally stirred back to consciousness, Lukin unexpectedly found himself in a field hospital. The doctors and priests explained that while he’d been rescued at the last minute, much of his essence had already been drained away by that point. Largely unfamiliar with the fel, they forced the captured warlock to restore their fallen ally, and thankfully it had worked! Unbeknownst to anyone though, in one last defiant act the warlock instead infused a soul from a different shard into the mage’s body. He’d been saving the disrespectful little succubus’ soul for the perfect moment to give her a fate worse than death – he figured trapping her inside the Dwarf was close enough for both.
While grateful to be alive, as his caretaker’s left Lukin’s thoughts turned to how wrong he still felt. The feeling of being drained had not disappeared. When he reached for the nether, it did not answer. His mind felt foreign, all his years of study vanished in an instant and replaced by new knowledge. Memories of green flame and brimstone danced through his head. Following that were visions of befouled worlds and corrupted beings.
He became fixated on one scene that started with the sharp crack of a whip across a man’s back and a bewitching laugh. It was as though he were the one administering the torture, though the laugh was anything but his own. But why? How? Before he could further ponder, the laugh echoed through his mind once more. It was louder now – too focused to be coming from the memory. Realizing she’d been noticed, the being finally introduced herself – Sarelya, succubus of the Burning Legion.
Lukin’s soul had thankfully been significantly stronger than Sarelya’s, meaning he still had control of their shared body, but he’d been fighting demons long enough to know it was certainly not a good arrangement to have a demon in your head. Unfortunately, while he’d been in his coma the warlock had escaped. The succubus taunted that it was probably already too late for him to get his soul back. She knew the warlock well after all these years. He was sure to find a use for soul as powerful as Lukin’s as quickly as possible.
Following the war, with little hope or power and an unwelcome guest in his head, Lukin initially resigned himself to a life of solitude. He found himself acting out of character at times, likely due to Sarelya’s influence, and thought it the safest course of action. The demoness constantly derided him as a coward and weakling. "If she were in charge", she’d lecture at length, "she'd do whatever it took to get revenge on that warlock."
The Dwarf did his best to ignore her, but as a multitude of beings and events began to pile up in threat to his beloved Alliance, he realized he could no longer stand idly by. Lukin had mastered the arcane once before – he could do it again, for the sake of his homeland, his people…and himself. Perhaps he could discover a way to rid himself of Sarelya for good? Perhaps he could have his vengeance? Only time and action could tell.
Sarelya reveled privately in her victory. She knew the Dwarf could be motivated to action, she just had to find the right strings to pull. Strong as he believed his mind was, she now saw that there were holes that she could snake her influence into. In time, she was sure she could make something truly beautiful out of him...