Viridiel curled his fists against his restraints as he struggled to keep a hold on his anger.  He could stop this, he draw upon the fel magic, he could once again embracing the darkness.  His vision danced with the arcane formuli and he thought he heard a familiar dark whisper in his mind encouraging him as he was tempted.  He thought of how good it would feel to once again embrace the power, to accept the foul touch of necromancy upon his soul once again.<br/><br/>The priest had once belonged to the lich king when he was a teacher of cultists, and then Merenwen had came.  He had thought his lover was dead, in his darkness he had fought her, but she once again breathed light into the dark places of his soul.  She had saved him, but now they were in the clutches of the Lich King's servants, and he was being tempted to return to how he was. . .