The Dark Cataclysm

Chapter 1; Enter Deathwing

Azeroth had just nearly evaded  the icy grasp of the Lich King, once again moving past destruction with all pieces. But yet another darkness waited for them, beneath them in the dark caverns of Azeroth. Yet they mainly tried to focus on trying a lasting peace with the Alliance and the Horde.

“It wont work..”, said many. Doubts were cast in thousands since it has never been such a thing as a ‘lasting peace’ between the two factions, it would be as probable if the scourge and forsaken became good allies.

All the while inside the hard crust of Azeroth dwelled the Aspect of Death; Deathwing. His armor plates blackening himself more so, the Darkness of his soul and heart formed by a magma educed skin. A massive being, perhaps not even a being anymore, due to his transformation.

And yet, with a groan he swayed back and forth. “How am I to do this?” He asked himself, and ironically responded “You will bring about the cataclysm when you emerge and extinguish all life. You could also have the War between the alliance and the Horde come again, always easy targets in this wars.”

The repeats of questions, answers, and retorts was by the same being; Deathwing. In his solitude he has found no one to comfort him other then his own sadistic mind. How to kill a said being the fasted, or the most brutally.

A slight solution to one of the problems he faces, but barely in any sense. It was only in this, did he find a ‘sanctuary’ from his own insanity created by the Old Gods.

But he soon stopped his self-conversation…a new thought entered his mind. One of delight, and yet a deep feeling was weighed down on him. What was this…? Not in centuries upon centuries did this feeling ever entrench him.

Shrugging this off as a natural side-effect of being consolidated to a space under the crust of Azeroth, centuries of solitude from any beings besides the Old God’s lackeys, and never seeing the dragon who had cast him down.

“Alexstraza…” was the name that crossed his mind, remaining there as if someone had punched it into his mind until he could no longer reject this thought. What was he to ‘exactly’ do at this point? Kill her? Seduce her? Torture her?

Even in his own thoughts, he could not think of a way. “Killing the aspect of life is no mere feat!”, he thought to himself, “It takes…it takes power! The power the True masters of this world have given me.”

The thought of power made his scales turn and ache with a need for a blood-bath. He was all but unprepared for the moment at hand. But that feeling was ruining the moment. What exactly was it?

It felt, to him, as if a large mass was holding him down. A massive wound to his well being, a large dent into his process of thinking. Scowling at this sensation of “unknown feeling”, it occurred to him that he might have not grown attached to the idea of fully killing her.


In truth, at first he wanted her as a mate for his ‘new’ glorious empire of peace. But now, it seemed that wasn’t possible in any sense, state of mind, or universe. But she was Alexstraza, the life binder, and he was Deathwing, the Destroyer of worlds. Complete opposites, complete foes.

How could he not grasp this idea? “Just break the neck at a 180 degree angle…or perhaps burn her with our molten breath! Maybe educing a suicidal syndrome after killing all of her offspring, that usually gets her in a fight or in a depressed state! We saw this, do you not remember?” His mind beckoned to him.

The body winched at thinking the moment he life-binder did see her children get slaughtered, experimented, and ultimately destroyed by all means. The confusion, the stress, and downward feeling seemed to have a 3-way battle inside his own consciousness.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t you like to see her in pain? In suffering?”, a voice spoke within his own being. Was it him? Or maybe the old gods mocking him? Perhaps an imaginative  voice he pictured inside his own mind to mock him, a furthering sign of insanity.

For the moment he turned his eyes downward towards the rough rock beneath him, clutching pieces within his claws. These pieces began to melt by just his touching of it…perhaps to fully mock him for what the aspect he ‘was’.

The Earth aspect, Nethlarion…the memories engulfed his mind before he cast out his old identity from his process of thoughts. “Why think of that meaningless past when you can strive to create a better future? Come now Deathwing…don’t tell me you’ve gotten soft over the years.”, once again the un-named voice spoke clearly within his mind. Echoing like a thousand screams of pain and death, its sound became a scorn in Death wing’s ears.