<span style="color: #b30000">"An Eternal and a succubus? They won't be here for long then. Demons have no place in this world and I believe the Eternals have caused Tyrande enough suffering." </span>Crimzon's right arm appeared to melt then reformed into a massive glaive.<span style="color: #b30000">"They have nothing to say to us."</span>She stepped away from the handmaiden and headed for the door.<br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"Of course, your secret is safe with us."</span>She snorted and shook her head.<span style="color: #a64dff">"My mother, the other one, chopped me up and threw me into the Nether to hide me and my aunt is the one who created the Fel in the first place. I'm immune. Mortals are not immune to the corruption of... whatever you want to call that blood golem. Fine, you'll be the ones dripping from the ceiling, not me." </span><span style="color: #b30000">"You two would be wise to leave this place, now. And to never return." </span>Elerona backed up and motioned to Crimzon's blade-arm.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "See? I say we let the Elves all rot and go back home, I'm not getting involved with those creatures again."</span><br/><br/>"I know, I know. I was joking my dear." He scooped her up and carried her back over to the bed and laid down with her in his arms. "Have you thought of any names for our daughter yet, my love?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>