<span style="color: Red">"That shadow priest is Serena, she's more fucked in the head than Nyaka and everyone in Silvermoon combined. I don't see why Tyrande and the other priestess' keep her around..." </span>She kneeled down and looked at Rachel.<span style="color: Red">"If Karren wanted Sarevess' soul corrupted and ruined I would have sent you, she obviously didn't so she tried to hire the assassin and it would have worked if it wasn't for your stupid cunt of a goddess." </span>After a moment she sat down on Rachel's chest and began to sear the blade with demonic fire, the heat alone threatening to melt the blade as the hilt burst into flames. The Warlock's own flame balanced out the Death Knight's falling body temperature until she slapped her hard, leaving a hand-shaped scorch on Rachel's cheek.<span style="color: Red"> "Loving you is very hard Rachel. Anyone else I'd be able to hit, or beat if they pissed me off. Just hit them and move on, hitting you does nothing but hurt my hands. Do you think I like yelling at you? I enjoy having to tear you apart like this? You're my mate, I chose you, but yelling is the only way I can relieve my anger. I can't summon and beat my demons, especially when you're the one that upsets me. At this very moment in time, no, I don't want you. In a few hours when I've drowned my emotions in cheap booze and beat up a few Elves? Yeah I'll want you back and once I've calmed down I'll never want you to leave my arms just as we used to be."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>