Loraine's cheeks were stained with tears as she looked up at Ashia.<span style="color: #666600">"I made a mistake... I never should have gone to you and The'kal... now Stephan is... he's the only person I've ever had to call mine. On the farm I had five siblings, we had to share everything but Stephan was mine... now he's gone, because I was too scared to go to him for help when I needed it most. He's... he's not even from Stormwind, he moved back here from Dalaran. He was an accountant there. He was successful, wealthy. His family was proud of him and his life was great. He threw it all away for me, and I couldn't even muster the courage to look him in the eye." </span><span style="color: #000000">When they were out of the sewers brilliant flashes of light could be seen from the sewer grates around the city causing people to mutter about The Light and strange blessings.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"I was raised by hand-crafted creations of my mother, and grew up as a demon in a world that held nothing but hate for them. You'll have to forgive my lack of sympathy for them." </span>She bit Flora's lip softly and smiled.<span style="color: #5900b3">"We both are, but sometimes having a little restraint can be just as fun. Oh I'll get her in the body and then get myself in between her legs, you needn't worry about that. All you need to worry about is what I'm going to be doing to you the next time I get my hands on this body of yours. And it will be on Azeroth next time." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>