<span style="color: #660000">"And I have, dutifully. I will never leave her side no matter what happens and not even your word would take me from her. I do not fear your wrath, Elune. I will die for Tyrande a thousand times. Am I not her pet? Do I not exist only to serve her lust and other desires? That's certainly what Zelina wants for me. I'm incapable of having fits, I live only to care for her and her needs and I won't question them." </span>She hissed and writhed as Elune repaired her body, having to grab the goddess for support as her legs nearly buckled.<span style="color: #660000">"I was making her feel good. I didn't know what I was supposed to feel so I didn't think anything was wrong." </span>She looked back at Elune and nodded.<span style="color: #660000">"Then fix your priestess."</span><br/><br/>"How is that mouthing off? You made it very clear that I was never going to see or hear from you again. I guess some things never change." She shrugged and looked down for a while.<span style="color: #ff0000">"All I've ever done or wanted to do was put Rachel first. Right now I can hardly think about anything but watching the priestess die... and I hate it. I hate being this angry but I don't know how to fix it. Fine, if you have to talk to the priestess I can't really stop you. But Rachel doesn't need or want her."</span><br/><br/>The priestess seemed just as happy to see Order as the succubus, though she made an attempt to at least hide it. To nobody's surprise, she would want the succubus imprisoned and left to rot in a soulshard. She claimed the other half of her would be too violent and only hurt Rachel and Ana.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>